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 pouted. "Nor are cats." He pointed out, rather rudely. "Cats aren't supposed to be in bars either you know. It's...unhealthy."
Henry Anona shrugs. "Well...Alright!" The little boy, cruelly attacked by Morbin, despite his young age, was hit by the psychostimulant, and immediately began to bounce up and down excitedly. "Uncle! Uncle Uncle, Ucnle, Uncle, Uncle!" The little boy giggled exictedly, bouncing up and down.
Henry Anona let go of the gun, and laughed. "But uncle! You can't buy drinks right now! There's a giant bunny in the way! Make it hop away, uncle! I can't get milk from a bunny rabbit." this was not the nestle rabbit, after all.
Henry Anona stares in shock as the giant bunny begins to hop menacingly to his uncle. "Uncle Norrington! What out! The bunny is gonna eat you! I think it's a man-eating bunny from the amazon!" It was certainly big enough to be from the amazon.
Henry Anona watched in confusion as the bunny disappeared. Everything looked really funny, and the little boy giggled , and bounced up ans down, before climbing on top of a mushroom and trying to take a piece off.
The mushroom was really a chair however, so the poor child, high as a kite thanks to a cruel soldier. Didn't he know not to use adult doses on children?
The mushroom was really a chair however, so the poor child, high as a kite thanks to a cruel soldier. Didn't he know not to use adult doses on children?
Henry Anona laughs and climbed on to a larger mushroom and began dancing to the music. Music only her could hear. And the mushroom was a table. The little boy began to dance with a fairy happily. The fairy was all in hsi mind.
Henry Anona giggles and tried to do a hand stand, only to fall off the table he was on. For some reason the little boy found this extremely funny. He addressed the flower wiht a face next to him. "I want a moomrath!"
Henry Anona giggles and began to sing. "'WAS brillig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: / All mimsy were the borogoves, / And the mome raths outgrabe." The little boy laughed louder at the nonsense song.
Henry Anona laughed and hugged his uncle. "But Uncle! the trees might eat me? They are everywhere you know." He giggled and began to try and grab Norrington's tail.
Henry Anona giggled and held ontto his uncle, letting him pull him about. "Wee! We gotta see Bow now! She'll stick ema nd poof!"
Henry Anona was back. With two soda cans, and his BB gun. Yep. that's right. The six year old was at 'target practice,' which had a distressing tendency to hit people with the tranq darts her practiced with.
Henry Anona set up three soda cans this time. They were in a neat little row on top of one of the tables. the little boy pulled a chair a little bit away and crouched down behind it, just like his uncle had taught him too. He had no clue why, but oh well.
The six year old boy aimed down the barrel of his custom BB Gun and fired, shouting in joy and hoping up to do a happy little dance as he actually hits the target.
The six year old boy aimed down the barrel of his custom BB Gun and fired, shouting in joy and hoping up to do a happy little dance as he actually hits the target.
Henry Anona took aim a second time, confident he could manage it. He had done it once, right? Yes, well. He wasn't the most brilliant of little boys at time. The child pulls the trigger, sending a tranq dart heading straight towards, Byron Wade.
Or rather, pretty nearly straight towards. Physics would dictate that it fly just a half centimeter in front of his nose.
"Sorry!"
Or rather, pretty nearly straight towards. Physics would dictate that it fly just a half centimeter in front of his nose.
"Sorry!"
Henry Anona hid his BB gun up the nearest table and holds his hand up cheerfully. Being six, he was entirely harmless. but at least this would be fun. "Police!" The boy laughed happily.
He had never met a police man before.
With all the attention of a small child, the boy lowered his hand and dug in his pockets, looking for some candy.
He had never met a police man before.
With all the attention of a small child, the boy lowered his hand and dug in his pockets, looking for some candy.
Henry Anona decided the police weren't after him for accidentally shooting several patrons, pretty much every night, with tranq darts. So the little boy crawled under the table and clutched his custom BB gun against him.
This was a gift from his favorite uncle. So he should definitely not have it taken away.
This was a gift from his favorite uncle. So he should definitely not have it taken away.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Wing City Lake: Beach
Henry Anona appears in the water with a large splash, holding his gun in one hand, the other pressed against his shot. He had hit the 'Mom Kendra' button on his transporter. And he had ended up in a lake? He always knew his mom Kendra was weird.
On to more important things. "Mom Kendra! Mom Kendra! I got shot at Mom Kendra!"
On to more important things. "Mom Kendra! Mom Kendra! I got shot at Mom Kendra!"
Kendra Anona looked mortified at her son's appearance, the colour draining from her face as she looked up and saw the wound. Norrington's efforts brought a curt nod from her, her face growing stern. “Give that gun to Norrington, right this second! Where did you get that?”
Good mood evaporated, it seemed as she went to stand to examine her child if the gun retrieval was successful.
Good mood evaporated, it seemed as she went to stand to examine her child if the gun retrieval was successful.
Henry Anona handed it over and roller his eyes. How to no lie in front of his Mom? "I found it. At Gambit's." He answered, then shifter and lifted his hand. "Look! I got hit!" He said, revealing a slight burn and grazed flesh. It wasn't even a flesh wound, rather it looked like he had somehow skinned his side. "See!"
Henry Anona was going to demand ten dollars from his uncle later for lying to his mother like this. Lolly pop his tiny little bum. And it wasn't that he had gotten away from his other mother. More that he had given her a catnip mouse.
Which was surprisingly effective. The little boy sighs and hands over his teleporter, pouting.
Which was surprisingly effective. The little boy sighs and hands over his teleporter, pouting.