Nickname: Sprog, The Little Terrorist
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Family: Adopted Mothers: Hope Anona, Adopted sister: Rachel Anona, 8
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Henry Anona
Tora nodded, "Of course, of course. And Henry? He's...a terrorist. He really is."
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by DemiKara
Description
Name: Henry 'Sprog' Anona
Nickname: Sprog, The Little Terrorist
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Family: Adopted Mothers: Hope Anona, Adopted sister: Rachel Anona, 8
Nickname: Sprog, The Little Terrorist
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Family: Adopted Mothers: Hope Anona, Adopted sister: Rachel Anona, 8
Equipment
Equipment: A bouncy ball, along with other various toys.
A Teleporter Control
Recently Henry has been informed that he has to carry his pistol and wear a bullet proof vest while in Gambit's.
As such, when dining out, his equipment also includes a six shot pistol and a bullet proof vest.
History
Henry knew his parents. Kind of sort of. Mostly he knew his baby sitter. She fed him dinner and let him watch TV until seven, which was his bedtime. Then he walked across the hall, all on his own like a big kid, and went to his parent's apartment.
But his baby sitter didn't really watch him that much, so sometimes he went to play in the park that was close to the apartments. It wasn't a park, park, just a bunch of flowers really, but that didn't matter too much. It was still fun.
He had snuck out when there was the explosion. But he was born in Wing City, and kinda sorta expected at least an explosion a day. So he didn't really think too much of it.
The little boy walked home later that day, ready for his five o'clock dinner. But the closer he got to his home, the louder the sirens. Two blocks was practically forever in his mind, but he walked it, and saw where the sirens were.
His home was gone! It had poofed, just like sometimes people in the city did. Oh! Not quite connecting the explosion to the destruction of his home, the little boy shrugged and began to wander. Mom and Dad would find him soon. Or Mrs. Karen, his babysitter.
But the hungrier and dirtier he grew, the less he believed that, until he simply decided his parents must not want him, and Mrs. Karen had forgotten about him. So the little boy struggle to survive and struggled for a month.
Then, one day while he was sitting on the ground, staring at his shoes, a nice lady sat down next to him. They talked, and she fed him, and after that, he told her that he was her son now, because she was so nice.
The nice lady laughed and agreed with him, then picked the boy up, and told him her name was Hope, but he could call her Mummy Hope, like her little girl did.
Not wanting to seem girly, the boy made a face and declared that he would call her Mom Hope instead.
So now, having had his world turned around several times after Mom Hope explained she wasn't quite human, the boy was learning how to get along with his little sister (who he found a bit of a pest, since she was a girl), and how to fit in with Mom Hope and Mom Kendra, and his new Aunts and Uncles.
A few months later, his world came crashing down once more. His adoptive family had been involved in a revolution. As a last act, the opposing side gassed the Home. Henry, Rachel, and Kendra all lost their memories. Henry has grown a little bitter and jaded because of this, though he is slowly coming to call his family family once more. And even slower beginning to recover form the trauma of his family's death all over again.
So begins...
Henry Anona's Story
Henry Anona looked at the Assassin and frowned slightly. "Hey. You're that guy Mom Hope says I have to call uncle. Even though you're not my uncle, just some weird guy in a mask." He stated, quite confused over it all. "If you're wearign a mask, does that mean you're a superhero?"
Henry Anona wrinkled his nose again. "What's wrong with dirt, and stink and stuff. I'm not some silly girl, you know." He told her, very serious about it.
"And good. Mom Hope is a little insane sometimes. Otherwise, she wouldn't say stuff like that." He thought it over for a minute. "Or let me come to a bar."
"And good. Mom Hope is a little insane sometimes. Otherwise, she wouldn't say stuff like that." He thought it over for a minute. "Or let me come to a bar."
Henry Anona frowns slightly at him. "You can't have a-" The little boy, being rather neat Assassin, hears the shattering mug, but is unable to hit the button before he's struck by shards from it. Crying, the little boy pushes the button on his transporter that will take him home. Luckily, the hit was not critical, but no doubt his mother would be on the couch for another two weeks.
Henry Anona sobs and cries louder. "Mommy! Mommy!" She cries loudly, face red and tears pouring down her normally adorable cheeks. The toddler, for she was barely four, continues to sobs and wail, hoping that the crazy lady will not dodge. She did not want to die! Oh no she did not! She hadn't finished her coloring book yet!
Henry Anona appears in the bar, takes a second to register the guns going off, pouts, and disappears. He was not allowed in the bar (or rather, the tent of the bar) when bullets were flying.
Henry Anona appears on one of the tables at Gambit's, and looking around. The six year old climbed off the table, and seeing his Missing Child poster pouted and began to jump for it. "Am not! I'm playing hide'n'seek."
Henry Anona continued to jump for his poster, not quite able to get it. Unsatisfied, the boy pouted, clearly annoyed. He glanced about then began to drag a heavy chair over to the the wall. Oh yes. He'd get the poster this time.
As Assassin's shout he yelps. "Oh no! Am I the last one found?"
As Assassin's shout he yelps. "Oh no! Am I the last one found?"
Henry Anona shook his head. "Din't lie. Everyone knows the last person found is it! So go hide, and I'll find you." The six year old covers his eyes and begins to count, facing the wall.
Henry Anona frowns as he noticed Assassin bleeding through his finger, totally peeking. "Hey wait! You're all leaking. Why are you leaking?" The little boy jogged after him, immensely curious."
Henry Anona shook his head. "Mom says I'm not allowed near guns." He doesn't specifiy which mom. "Mom Hope says I'm not allowed near gun fights. which she claims are entirely different."
Henry Anona thinks this over. "Well. Okay. It sound like fun. Are we gonna play cowboys and indians? or maybe cops and robbers?"
Henry Anona nodded. "Okay! Coolo! I get a gun!" The boy too aim at a spot on the wall. "Bang bang! You're the best uncle ever!" He declared, looking pleased. He began to point to gun at random object. "Bang bang!"
Henry Anona grinned and wandered through the bar, pointing his BB gun at random things and 'shooting' them.
Henry Anona wandered around, and shot at the wall. He manages to hit a metal plat, which causes the dart to ricochet and hit some poor soul. That doesn't stop him from laughing delightedly.
Henry Anona shook his head. "No way! It was an accident, I swear!" Okay, that was only true because the boy didn't know abou ricochet. But still.
Henry Anona waves after Assassin. "Kay!" the boy then proceeds to play cops and robbers...with a BB gun loaded with sleeper darts in a crowded bar. Uh oh.
Henry Anona appears in a flash of light on top of one of the tables. The little boy was carrying his BB gun with him, as he had taken to taking it everywhere. Mind you, he was supposed to give it to the bartender when he left, but as long as Uncle Assassin never checked...
He smiled happily and clamored down from the table top, recallignt hat he was yelled at last that ocne for stayign there a few minutes.
He smiled happily and clamored down from the table top, recallignt hat he was yelled at last that ocne for stayign there a few minutes.
Henry Anona appears on top of one of the tables of the bar, quite suddenly. Unlike his mother, there was no flash of light, or no sudden noise. Now, one moment he wasn't there and the next he was.
The boy, clutching his BB gun close to him, clambered down from the table and looked around curiously, trying to see what was happening.
The boy, clutching his BB gun close to him, clambered down from the table and looked around curiously, trying to see what was happening.
Henry Anona clutched the BB and made his way to the bar counter, before climbing up on one of the stools and wavering to the tender. The six year old searched his pockets for some money and beamed.
Unlike his little sister, he didn't get told by his Uncle to demand the put it on Vampiric Rage's tab. Rather, the honest little boy generally just asked for money from his mom.
"'Scuse me, bartender man!" He said, speaking to Dom. "Can I have a glass of milk?"
Unlike his little sister, he didn't get told by his Uncle to demand the put it on Vampiric Rage's tab. Rather, the honest little boy generally just asked for money from his mom.
"'Scuse me, bartender man!" He said, speaking to Dom. "Can I have a glass of milk?"