Stanley Ipswich was the only child of parents who were both accountants. His parents noticed early on that Stan was a mathematical genius at the age of four. Stan was solving math problems way beyond his years. His parents encouraged Stan as much as any overachieving parent would. They thought Stan would make a great accountant.

Growing up, Stan watched a lot of television when not working on some math problem or whatever. His favorite shows were Bonanza, Gunsmoke, and Paladin. These shows inspired Stan to want to help people. He thought about becoming a police officer, or maybe a FBI agent. This was to be his life’s dream.

Stan graduated high school when he was sixteen, and got his bachelors degree in two years. He spent some time working as an accountant for his parents, while studying to join the local police force. Unfortunately, while Stan scored high on his entrance exam at the police academy, he did abysmally on the physical part of the test. Stanley didn’t do any sports, though he did like baseball, calculating batting averages, and collecting other minutia fact on the game. Needless to say, Stan didn’t become a cop. So Stan turned to his second dream, becoming an FBI agent.

When Stan showed up at the government building, he was surprised at how many offices were in the building. It took Stan a half an hour to locate the offices of the FBI. Once in the agent took one look at the youthful man, and knew he would never make a good agent. This agent was of the old school, back when FBI agents were real men, and Stanley looked like he didn’t even shave yet. As a joke, the FBI agent directed Stanley to the office next door; maybe they could use someone with a talent for math. That office belonged to the Internal Revenue Service.

It was a little surprising to Stanley that he didn’t become a policeman, or an FBI agent, but he still was an agent nonetheless, an IRS agent for crying out loud. However, oddly enough, it felt good. Stanley took to the IRS like a fish takes to water. He quickly rose in the ranks because Stanley had a lot of talent. Stan just knew, he really knew, when people were cheating on their taxes. Eventually Stanley was moved from audits to special enforcement. With the number of costumed Uberhumans on the increase in America, the Director of the IRS felt a new division was in order. Stanley was assigned to the Uberhuman Division of the IRS. While Stanley never became a hero of his boyhood, he could certainly become a hero of another sort; the type that makes sure that every American pays his fair share of taxes, be they wearing a mask or not.

Stanley has always been obsessed with order. He’s constantly straightening his tie. Some people have compared his habits to Rodney Dangerfield. His desk is probably the neatest desk in all of the IRS. Stanely has to restrain himself from straighten up other peoples areas, especially when doing an audit.

The one thing that Stanley really gets upset about is those who cheat. Since he’s able to sense people who cheat on their taxes this doubly offends his sensibilities. Stanley will move heaven and earth to get at those who cheat. This is one of the reason he packs a pistol, and a kevlar vest for that matter.

"Well, this should discourage further violations of the federal tax code."

Stanley is a minor mentalist. His only real abilities is to mentally sense when someone cheats on his or her taxes. In a way it’s a very weak form of telepathy. Another side benefit to his power is that is difficult for other mentalists to influence his mind, especially if that mentalist is a tax cheat. Tax cheaters can’t hide from Stanley Ipswich, IRS Agent-Uberhuman Division.

Stanley has seen a lot during his years with the IRS. For this reason alone he packs a Desert Eagle, and a kevlar vest just in case. Stanley has had a few encounters with some super-villains who got irrate that Stanley disallowed their deductions on their tax forms, a couple of so-called super-heroes as well.

Stanley is a middle aged man who is going bald on top. He’s also slightly overweight, and is average in height. Stanely usually wears a suit that screams Fed. He keeps his rather large pistol in a shoulder holster under his jacket, and under the jacket he usually wears a kevlar vest, because an IRS agent never knows when the shooting might start. Stanley is always an immaculate dresser.