he could only be killed by someone who wasn't afraid of him.
my powers would be psychic, precog and enhanced reflexes.
my weakness would be I could only be harmed by aluminum bullets have to go through the heart, shrapnel doesn't count.
normal people would hate me because nothing escapes my notice, epics hate me because I am a reckoner and they don't know my weakness and no one makes aluminu bullets or guns.
name would be psy-fi.
my outfit would be a long leather duster
my weapon of choice would be a recurve bow.