Full Name Christoph Alistair Fuchs
Nickname Chris, Christo, Fuchs
Abilities Shapeshifting (human forms)
Skills Slight of hand, lock-picking
Birthday November 30, 1989
Marital Status Single
Behind Closed Doors - Childhood
Christoph missed out on a lot throughout childhood. Loving parents, reliable friends, family vacations beyond his little slice of New York; all of seemed beyond his reach. Instead, life filled his youth with uncertainty and fear. Most nights locked in his bedroom and curled up under the sheets a young Christoph sought refuge from the gruff, slurred German that filled his familyโs small Brooklyn apartment.
Eat or Be Eaten โ High School
As he grew older life hardened the young boy into a man. Christoph saw life for the cruel game that it was earlier than most and resolved to never allow himself to be the victim again. Unlike his father, however, Christoph put the violence that plagued his childhood behind him in favor of razor wit and a little slight of hand to prey on the weak and unsuspecting. It started innocently enough, just hustling other kids at school for their lunch money or their allowance with cheap card tricks, but by the end of high school Christoph was responsible for a steady flow of alcohol and weed to his peers.
Resignation โ New York
Graduation was a blip amid Christophโs troubled youth. Not only was college was shaping up to be another experience Christoph would have to survive without, but it was clear he couldnโt remain at home either. With enough cash stuffed away to afford a small apartment and no friends to lean on for help, striking it out on his own appeared to be the only option. A small whisper of optimism suggested California, South America, or even Europe as options for a fresh start with fleeting glee before pragmatism reminded Christoph that New York was all he knew. Within two weeks of graduating Christoph had found a small one-bedroom on his own in the Bronx and went back to his roots using cheap tricks to hustle tourists, gamblers, and the outright naรฏve.
Flashpoint - Discovery
It wasnโt long before Christoph found himself on the wrong end of a knife. Stealing lunch money from middle schoolers was one thing; you get caught and all you have to do is give the money back then stew in detention for a few days. When your all grown up and thereโs no teacher to dole out punishments though? Some victims take retribution into their own hands. And they bring their friends.
The first of such nights came after Christof walked off with the pot from after a particularly crooked night of poker in the back-office of a local deli. Jumped and outnumbered on his way home, a surge of pain from within brought Christoph to his knees and threw his assailants off guard long enough to make a run for it. He didnโt make it far before the pain stopped him in his tracks and he found himself begging for the one thing he normally avoided; a police officer.
As luck would have it, once his assailants turned the corner to catch up with him thatโs exactly what they found staring back at them. Or so they thought; after they were gone Christoph watched in shock as the officerโs reflection in the mirror slowly gave way to his own. By some miracle, superpowers did seem to be real. Or mutants? Orโฆ something else entirely.
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