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The nobleman eventually got tired of the whole rivalry and decided to get rid of Tycho. He had heard of a particular old, hunchback nobleman who had a gorgeous daughter. However this nobleman had reputedly caught a few suitors engaging the daughter in polite conversation, and the rest ... *throat cutting motion.* But what neither the nobleman, or Tycho knew, was that this particular hunchback and daughter was actually a Brujah Antitribu infiltrator, and childe respectively.
o, as dumb as a country bumpkin which has never seen London, Tycho went along to a particular party. After entertaining the daughter extensively , he went along his usual way to pick up a few choices, then run. However, as he was passing a rather heavy, golden gilded mirror, he just couldn't help noticing the daughter trying to take a large chunk of flesh out of his neck. So, a brief struggle occurred, which with combined with a knocked over lantern, produced the results of the vengeful sire racing up the stairs to disembowl Tycho. By pure chance, a rotten floorboard snapped, catapulting Tycho downstairs, partially aflame. Crawling to the nearby window, a broken beam swung him out the unopened window, cracking ribs and scarring the left side of his body permanently.
Outside, was a Garen Eveningwane, a Gangrel, who was an adversary of that particular Brujah Antitribu. Seeing the chaos and devastation which Tycho had produced apon that particular house, Tycho was offered a chance as he lay on the pavement in agony. Live or die.
Hiding in Garen's haven, as a ghoul, healing his wounds with Galen's potent blood, then being embraced and being introduced to the Prince Mithras of London, a few additional facts were stumbled upon. The Brujah Antitribu had survived, as had a Sabbat Bishop who had being in London, incognito. So, while Tycho had done the Camarilla a service, the Sabbat Bishop would be pretty pissed off and hunt Tycho down.
So after a few decades of travelling the European continent with the now sullen Tycho ( he had been fairly vain, and prized his looks which were now ruined), he met many of what later on would be known as Archons. He bravely put on a friendly face and moved around the courts, but his heart just wasn't in it. The travelling duo returned to London, where the Prince decided to exile both Tycho and Garen over to the New World. So here he is, Tycho Eveningwane.