Post by Ray on Feb 21, 2010 8:57:15 GMT -6
Canon: A Mixture of Comic and Evolution with some liberties taken
Name: Tabitha “Tabby” Smith
Codename: Boom Boom, Meltdown
Birth-date: June 15th
Home Town: Roanoke, Virginia
Early History: Tabitha’s powers manifested at age thirteen, but her troubles in life started far before that. Cursed with a an extremely abusive father and stepmothers that never stayed in the picture long enough to find out how he spent his late nights; Tabitha saw her powers as a way to finally fight back.
Affiliation: The Brotherhood of Mutants
Significant Enemies: Her father, the Friends of Humanity, Herself and men in general.
Allies: Toad, Sabretooth, Magneto and the rest of the Brotherhood of Mutants
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 120 lbs
Eye: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Nationality: American
Other: Flat abs, attractive curves, a playful smirk and the height of fashion.
Powers: Tabitha has the ability to create timed energy bombs of various sizes and intensity. She’s also blessed with a natural affinity for hand to hand combat (though she is not at all thoroughly trained) and possesses some basic gymnastic skills from a childhood affection for the sport.
SAMPLE POST
The clack clack clack of heels down the long steel hallway elicited a scowl from a pair of full and perfectly glossed lips. It was just her luck she’d fallen in with people who didn’t understand the meaning of carpet. It wasn’t as though she was doing anything that wrong anyway, she justified to herself as she attempted to quiet her escape, if the Brotherhood was even remotely reasonable she wouldn’t have to resort to sneaking out.
She might reason it was the only way to preserve her sanity, but the truth was, she just liked shaking things up. If left up to her eternally unpleasant direct superior she’d be out doing pushups all night long and losing all basic retention of fun. She let out a well-deserved sigh of relief as her heels touched sand and she hurried along toward the transport of her salvation: a rickety looking motor boat she’d haphazardly tied to the dock the night before. With any luck, Toad wouldn’t notice her missing until after she was snuggly nestled back in bed with visions of Tequila dancing in her head.
Name: Tabitha “Tabby” Smith
Codename: Boom Boom, Meltdown
Birth-date: June 15th
Home Town: Roanoke, Virginia
Early History: Tabitha’s powers manifested at age thirteen, but her troubles in life started far before that. Cursed with a an extremely abusive father and stepmothers that never stayed in the picture long enough to find out how he spent his late nights; Tabitha saw her powers as a way to finally fight back.
Affiliation: The Brotherhood of Mutants
Significant Enemies: Her father, the Friends of Humanity, Herself and men in general.
Allies: Toad, Sabretooth, Magneto and the rest of the Brotherhood of Mutants
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 120 lbs
Eye: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Nationality: American
Other: Flat abs, attractive curves, a playful smirk and the height of fashion.
Powers: Tabitha has the ability to create timed energy bombs of various sizes and intensity. She’s also blessed with a natural affinity for hand to hand combat (though she is not at all thoroughly trained) and possesses some basic gymnastic skills from a childhood affection for the sport.
SAMPLE POST
The clack clack clack of heels down the long steel hallway elicited a scowl from a pair of full and perfectly glossed lips. It was just her luck she’d fallen in with people who didn’t understand the meaning of carpet. It wasn’t as though she was doing anything that wrong anyway, she justified to herself as she attempted to quiet her escape, if the Brotherhood was even remotely reasonable she wouldn’t have to resort to sneaking out.
She might reason it was the only way to preserve her sanity, but the truth was, she just liked shaking things up. If left up to her eternally unpleasant direct superior she’d be out doing pushups all night long and losing all basic retention of fun. She let out a well-deserved sigh of relief as her heels touched sand and she hurried along toward the transport of her salvation: a rickety looking motor boat she’d haphazardly tied to the dock the night before. With any luck, Toad wouldn’t notice her missing until after she was snuggly nestled back in bed with visions of Tequila dancing in her head.
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