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Arriving on the new
land of America, he and Garen survived many a night feeding off animals and the
poor folks of New York, successfully hiding from the disorganized Sabbat before
learning that the Western sides of the New World were slowly being colonized.
So Sire and Childe joined the colonial craze. After twenty years or so, one
night when Tycho left Garen to go for his nightly feeding routine, Garen lost a
discussion with two provocative Garou, and Tycho on return, after frenzying and
wounding one Garou, and finish off the other, whom his sire severely injured,
earned his first animal features of bat flap ears. Fortunately for him, his
long jet-black hair which had grown back before the embrace, could easily cover
up the embarrassing features. Another common disguise for him, would be to wrap
a large wad of bandages around his head, and pretend to be the savagely burnt
traveller. It partially disguised both animal and non Anglo-Saxon
features. Moving around alot during his next few years alone, he arrived just outside Boston, at during a Toreador Mansion party, he made the tragic embarrassment of bluntly insulting a Toreador named Miranda White, the exact insult being " Honestly ? I think your hairdo looks like a messy crow made a bird-nest, let some rats frolic in the middle of it, then shat in it. " and as compensation was set up to be her butler for the next twenty years. This was the most embarrassing time for him, as during the first few years, she showed him off like some party toy. Many of the "lower class" Cainites, like the Brujah and his fellow Gangrel found the whole situation to be uproariously humourous, which was completely lost on him at the time. However, his previous gigolo training did kick in so that he could, with some effort, mingle with the gentlemen's society. As an added bonus, Miranda did teach him a small amount of manipulation of the "finer people" of society and heightened senses, via the Auspex discipline. The twenty years came to an not unpleasant halt for Tycho, but rather regretful from Miranda's point of view. She was quite used to the eccentric Gangrel. Bidding fairwell to his 'tormentor of his years', Tycho went to the first bar he could find after leaving Miranda's service. As he arrived there, an explosion occured, spraying bodies and debris all around. A white haired adolescent crawled out of the burning wreckage, much as Tycho had done on the night of his embrace. In a feeling of Poetic irony, probably left over by the 'class' of the people he forcibly served over the past two decades, Tycho gave the same choice to the unusual mortal. Live or die. The boy accepted, and Tycho had his first Childe, Patrick Frost. Frost was a young son of a successful Boston family, however was ostracized from the wealthy society by his white hair. Unfortunately, the explosion which occurred in the bar also destroyed the retinas of Patrick leaving him permanently blind. They travelled America together, Patrick being very scathing in his cynical and bitter remarks, whenever Tycho was trying to help. So, after about thirty years of companionship, Patrick left Tycho. It was an arrangement which was satisfactory to both of them. Arriving at Montreal, and finding that it was too strong Sabbat territory , Tycho quickly hooked himself up with a few travelling companions who had also made the same mistake. These were, SL-27 (Malkavian), Trent Gospell (Negro Nosferatu), and Brett (Brujah). Together, they traversed the continent of America, enjoying in the sights, fighting the wars, and just having fun wherever they went. However, they had a tragic mistake of being in a fiasco down in Atlanta, which involved a few raids of Sabbat packs, and some serious miscommunication with the mad Prince of Atlanta. Trent lost his hand, SL-27 lost a bit of his remaining sanity, Tycho gained bat eyes, and Brett kissed sunlight. The remaining three seperated to go their own ways. Tycho continued to wander across the continent, living life on the flow, the edge, whatever the poets called it. Occasionally he sunk into torpor for a few weeks, feeling tired after all he had managed to done over the past couple of centuries. The last time he sunk into torpor was just in the middle of the depression near California, after a fight with a nomad Sabbat Pack. Rising just after the McCarthy Era [1950s] he resumed his wayward travels. Then, he heard from an old friend, named "The Monk", that there was a very nice place to settle down in. This was Kansas/Necropolis. Arriving during one wet night of 1997, right after the fiascos going on with the Prince Morrigan, he quickly became a part of the whole smooth system that was there. Often, he was found at the Fallen Angels bar, helping out a Tremere bouncer, Vanyel on keeping down the unruly mobs of hunters, and others who wanted to get a name for themselves. This 'exercise' as he called it, summarily ended when the Gargoyles Gregor and Gerald were put into the employment of the management. When the Primogen of Gangrel, Morgan Powyll, led the Gangrels into Independence, Tycho followed, sick of the hypocrasies of the Camarilla. Still, he kept friendly with the Camarilla members he knew. As a bit of a joke, a fellow Gangrel, Mitch Kershaw, nominated him for the Gangrel Council, rank of "Independent Necropolis Gangrel, Ancilla Representative", or "Reeve". Nobody voted for Tycho. However, there was no other nominations for that particular rank, so Tycho won the "election". So now, Tycho resides down in the basement of an apartment block, enjoying the sights, sounds, and fights of Necropolis. |
