Tony is five feet, ten and a half inches tall. The half is very important to him. He likes comfortable business suits, khakis, jeans, and whatever else is clean.

Name of ability: Tychokinesis/Lucky
Description: A tychokinetic can manipulate the probabilities of things happening. If a person is a tychokinetic, the phrase "what are the odds" doesn't really apply to them. For example, a tycho could, in theory, throw a rock at a hill, and cause an avalanche. They might also easily get the last seat on a crowded airplane, or trip and somehow gracefully roll back to their feet without so much as a break in stride. To outside views, a tychokinetic might simply be seen as lucky.

-Level one abilities-
At first, Tony barely even realizes that he is changed. He just seems to be incredibly lucky, doing things like throwing quarters into vending machines from across the room, or finding four consecutive quarters on the ground.

-Level three abilities-
As his ability develops, it is still difficult to tell that anything is different. Now everything Tony does has a chance to go well. He could trip down the stairs, and somehow turn his certain doom into a graceful flip and landing, or toss his coat onto a coat rack from all the way across the room. He still lacks specific control over his ability, and only knows that some magical god of luck must really love him. He is sometimes able to cause events to occur by thinking how great it would be for them to happen.

-Level five abilities-
At the final stage, Tony finally understands that he can actually manipulate the luck he's been having. He can cause wildly improbably events to occur, like the avalanche by throwing the stone. People fighting him are constantly battling his good luck, barely dodging bullets, or hitting with just enough force to cause real damage. If he wished, he could toss a pencil out the window, and cause a monumental car crash at the intersection nearby, resulting in a single person dead.

Weakness: The most prevalent weakness of tychokinesis is the time which something might take to occur. The aforementioned avalanche could take a full minute of bouncing rocks, sliding dirt, and squishing mud before any real effect occurs. The seat on that airplane might come after a two delays, motion sickness, and someone else forgetting their luggage.

Aside from that, oftentimes a tycho will have no idea that they possess any specific ability, and simply believe that Lady Luck favors them. Only a truly developed and well trained tychokinetic can actively influence the probability field surrounding them. Paradoxically, the more the user learns to control his ability, the less it affects him when he isn't consciously thinking about it. At level five, a surprise bullet from a sniper rifle will kill him as it would any normal person.

"'Ey, Tony!" Jack's voice brought Tony's head up sharp. Always please the boss-man, that was his goal. "Can you get me them papers filed by six? I need them in alphabetical for the board meeting."

Oh, right. Board meeting day. Tony sighed, tilted his head to one side, and reluctantly put down the hot chocolate he had just gotten. Coffee was nasty stuff. "Yeah, I got it, Jack. Gimme a bit of time and I'll have it all ship shape for you by then."

"Great. You wanna get something to eat after? I'll be exhausted, and we need to catch up." That was Jack. He was Tony's boss, but the two of them had known each other since college. It was just the luck of the draw that Jack had gotten hired first.

"Sounds good, man. Let's do it." Jack grinned, then headed back into his office. They didn't have cubicles at Silverthorn: it was very laid back, easygoing. Everyone got their own refrigerator under the desk, and each person had their own door. Yes, blessed privacy. There was all sorts of pranking, too: it was not uncommon for a Nerf-Gun war to break out at random. As long as everyone cleaned up, and the deadlines were met, Jack didn't care, and Silverthorn never paid any attention to the office anyway.

He grumbled at the papers in front of him. "Why can't we just file reports online? 'No, let's have Tony do it for us?' Thanks, everyone, thanks so much. Really appreciate it. Terrific." His fingers moved almost as fast as his mouse. Ever since he had learned the magic power of the TAB button, he hardly ever used the mouse when filling in the forms. It was so much faster to hit the button, and keep typing. It was like he was a computer hacker from the movies. Except he wasn't.

Hours passed, just like that. Tony only looked up thrice the entire time. One was to help his coworker figure out the printer (miserable thing, needed to be replaced on the double), and the other two were when Laura Hall walked back and forth in front of his window-walls. She was a looker, and single. He was just a coward, that's all. Hey, at least I can admit it.

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"You were a fiend today, man!" Jack nudged Tony's arm with a huge smile on his face. "You were done in half the time I asked you to be. What did you do all day?"

"Played some flash games. Some of them are really addicting." Tony put another french fry into his mouth. These were high caliber fries, from a high caliber restaurant. Jack sure knew how to pick them.

"You didn't happen to talk to Laura at all, did you?" A sly smile crossed Jack's face as Tony said nothing, and ate another fry. "No? Well, I gotta tell you, man--", and here Jack leaned in, "Abandon ship. She's really damn cold, and none too smart, either. I only keep her around because she's efficient, and because I need a secretary."

Tony nodded. "You're right. But you're also not single." Jack was happily involved with a girl, a nice, smart one, too. Tony was constantly jealous of his friend's good fortune.

"Fair enough, man, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Tony shrugged, and this time drank down some good old fashioned whiskey. And then coughed. He didn't much care for anything besides the occasional beer, but he liked the taste of whiskey. Even if his throat hated him for it.