The Last Daughter of Krypton OOC

"A small Rebel force has penetrated the forest moon. My son is with them."

"And?"

"Well, ummm, nevermind." *sigh* "You know, I won the Boonta Eve Pod Race when I was eight years old."

"I had a paper route when I was eight."
 
"A small Rebel force has penetrated the forest moon. My son is with them."

"And?"

"Well, ummm, nevermind." *sigh* "You know, I won the Boonta Eve Pod Race when I was eight years old."

"I had a paper route when I was eight."

Hee!

Oh, Lord. I think I might have just died laughing.

I wonder what Zod did when he was eight. Probably formed a neighbourhood Kickball team with Lobo and Kalibak. I bet they were all nice boys when they were eight.

(Not like that brat Adam Blake. He really tore up the town when he was eight.)
 
thank you

Just wanted to say thank you to Tears for giving me a chance to join in with all you brilliant, brilliant folk. And thanks again Chasnicollette, for the assist in my "grand" entrance.

You are all truly gifted, and it is an honor and priveledge to be writing with you all.
 
Just wanted to say thank you to Tears for giving me a chance to join in with all you brilliant, brilliant folk. And thanks again Chasnicollette, for the assist in my "grand" entrance.

You are all truly gifted, and it is an honor and priveledge to be writing with you all.

I don't like to brag about how awesome I am...
 
As for Lobo, I was just being facetious.

I'm actually far more likely to bring in Adam "Captain Comet" Blake than I am The 'Bo. And I'm not very likely to bring in Adam "Captain Comet" Blake. Not even a little. Not even at all.

I was just being facetious.

(I'm known for that, in certain circles. :: grins! :: )
 
btw I'm currently working on a fairly lengthy post involving Kara, so if you plan on including her in your post please send me a PM first. I don't want any continuity problems while I'm brainstorming ^_^;
 
Chloe post tomorrow, one hopes.

Provided that pesky butterfly doesn't flap too hard.

But now for sleep.

Love y'all. Love all y'all.

(Good luck with the huge post, Tears! Can't wait to read it!)
 
"Don't be so proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability make espresso and cappucino is insignificant next to the power of the Force."
- - -

"Darth Vader. Only you could be so bold! The Imperial senate will not sit still for this! When they hear you've attacked--"

"Bitch, please! Your ass wasn't on no kinda mercy mission this time. Several transmissions were beamed to this ship by some punk ass spies. Your ass better be telling me what happened to the plans they sent, or I will be laying the smack down upon you!"

- - -

"We have a new enemy...Luke Skywalker."

"But, Master, he is only a boy. Obi Wan can no longer help him."

"Stop calling me 'Butt Master'."

- - -

Okay, okay, I'll stop with that for a while. Have to vent some comic relief every now and then. Var-Sen is a pretty serious character.
 
*warning*

Kimmy no longer has a personal laptop to use at home, as it pretty much died out yesterday afternoon. I'm posting in the computer lab, so posts to lit might come even slower now than they did before =(

I'll try and pop over at least once a day to like not fall behind ^_^;
 
A little Background

Merick Tennylson is a smart, atheltic, but socially inept young man. He has a desire to fit in and often tries too hard. He is an avid reader and watcher of movies. He is a master of random pop culture knowledge, which often just makes people think he is a bit daft. His parents are overly protective and tend to forget he is now a teenager.

Merick however is not like other boys. He has secrets. Merick has the abiltiy to create incredily strong blasts and walls of force. These blasts are actually psychokinetic in origin. He also can teleport to any place he can see, or has an intimate knowledge of. Merrick has no idea how he is capable of these feats and they in fact scare him terribly. But being a bit on the nerdish side he figures that with great power comes great responsibility.

Merick has no memory of the accident that killed his twin brother. Honestly, he doesn't remember having a twin brother. It was just over ten years ago when the small ranch style house he has grown up in was nearly leveled in a freak meteor storm. Merick and his brother shared a small nursery, each had a crib on either side of a large bay window. Then the rocks hit. Marcy and Dale were only in the next room, but it happened so fast. The window was shattered, glass was every where. And by the end of the night, Thomas Tennylson had died due to severe trauma. It was 3 months of touch and go. Merick was in a coma, he also underwent several surgeries to repair the damage done to his small fragile body. A very small fragment of rock however was buried deep inside his small brain.

When he finally awoke, his parents were cautioned that he had a good chance of never walking, and do to the fragment lodged in his brain, he could at anytime, suffer from severe seizures and other disorders. When he awoke he had no memory of his life before the hospital, and suprisingly showed no signs of brain trauma. Since this time the Tennylson family has pretended that Merick is an only child and always has been.

This has worked out well, but recently Merick has started having odd dreams, dreams were he seems to be playing in a room he doesnt recognize, with a little boy that looks exactly like himself. He has also started to wonder about the scars that he still bares to this day. scars his parents asure him were from an accident when he was a baby. That he has no need to worry about them now. Maybe one day he will figure out what these oddities add up to.

Physical characterists:
Age 14 Weight: 165lbs
Height: 5'8" Brown Hair and Eyes, rather skinny. Tends to wear a vintage T-Shirt, jeans and an old pair of Converse sneaker. He aslo favors an old fedora that belonged to his grandfather.
 
Woo!

I got to deliver post #666! :: does a triumphant dance ::

...a victory for she-devils everywhere!

Probably it would have been better suited to a Wraith post?

But I was tempted, and I botched my saving throw. ;D
 

:: blushes fiercely! ::

Well.

Shucks.

Now I'm as pink as a Valentine.

Which totally ruins my she-devil street-cred. Maybe I can work in Hell's mail room. Or maybe they'll let me have a shot at being a Lesser Succubus. Can't let such a cool number go to waste!

Hm. Now, where was I? (Oh, yeah.)

:: smooches Tears! ::
 
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