Falling out with her father, she first became a thief, then, somehow, an X-Man.
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Table of Contents:
- Spec’s
- Relationships
- Known Family
- Appearance
- Bio/Details
- Personality
- “Shipper”
- Dreams & Goals
- History
- Schooling
- Abilities
- Weaknesses
- Non-power Talents
- Equipment
- “Shipper” 2
- 2020 Update
- 2022
- 2023 Update
- Comics (Images Begin)
- Her
- How She Loves to Lick-greet Me, Her Husband, Auz
- How She and All Hotties Prefer I (Auz) Cum on Her Tongue, Especially While Others Watch
- 2023 July Update: Sexy Mask She Likes Wearing for Our Fuck-dates
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Spec’s:
NAME: Tabitha Margorie Smith
CODENAME: Boom Boom
BIRTHDAY: March 2, 2003
AFFILIATION: Brotherhood
ALIGNMENT: Uncertain Chaotic
FACE CLAIM: Taylor Momsen
Relationships
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: List here
Known Family
Abner Smith | Grandfather | Alive
Nora Smith | Grandmother | Alive
Martin Smith | Father | Alive
Amanda Smith | Mother | Alive
Appearance:
Height: 5’7″
Weight: 119 lbs.
Hair: bleach blonde
Eyes: light blue
Body: perfect feminine; slender-fit
Breasts: perky B-cups
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Bio:
Tall, thin, blonde, and smoking, Tabby is everything those old cliché country rock songs are written about. As a younger teen, Tabby preferred to wear her hair in short playful wisps but she has since grown her hair out, down to her hips in fact, and has had it bleached in waves. Her skin is pale enough naturally that you might be lead to believe for a moment that it is bleached as well. Tabitha cracks like a whip and she damn well knows it, walking about with purpose in her neck and shoulders, and mischief on her lips while flattering hips swing on long legs that stretch like tree branches often ending in a pair of very showy boots with impossible heels. The way she carries herself emulates her confidence whether someone is bothering to watch or not.
Her bright blue eyes are rarely not framed by perhaps too generous an amount of black smudging and smoky colors, and her nails tend to match her make-up and when you got the nails you may as well get the clothes and accessories too, right? It isn’t that tabby particularly prefers black over other colors, it is that rocking a yellow frill top with bows doesn’t have the same appeal she’s usually aiming for unless it’s part of a slutty bumble bee costume. Really the only shifts in her appearance will occur in two circumstances. When she is pissed off, she somehow becomes even more straight backed, but her chin falls just slightly and her head tilts to left as she’s sizing up the situation. The other circumstance would be those really emotional ones where she can’t get away with joking around and must remain serious. She doesn’t mean for it to happen but she smiles uncomfortably, sometimes even chuckles.
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Personality:
Let’s just say that ‘Firecracker’ is a pretty befitting nickname. Tabitha has the ‘tude, and the hots and smarts to back it up… and while her impish obsession with mild destruction and chaotic pranks may seem like a direct extension of someone who is only ever capable of radiating self-assurance, this behavior actually stems from an inability to properly cope with negative situations. In simpler terms, Tabitha cannot take anything seriously. Pranks and clownish behavior or comments have always been her go-to and, unfortunately, her double-edged sword, as this often ends with getting her into far more trouble than she originally started with. Tabby only has ‘ups’ and cannot be bothered with ‘downs.’ If she is cornered and the situation around her isn’t getting any less serious, Tabitha doesn’t cry or become sad. She becomes infuriated and, at that point, completely unpredictable.
If you asked her, Tabby would happily let you know that she ‘ain’t one of the good guys’ and while she isn’t inherently evil…(who is these days?) there have been a number of heads to turn, appalled at her much less than conservative instincts and ways of thinking. Tabby’s reply to anything thrown at her is usually an unceremonious shrug and a reminder that she’s never claimed to be nice. Whether those words are said via thin lips or raised middle finger, Tabitha will walk out of a situation no matter how wrong she knows she is with her head held high, completely shameless…on the outside.
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“Shipper”
- Likes: Making people uncomfortable. Fireworks. Making out. Nail care. Doritos. Social media.
- Dislikes: Family. Expressing herself calmly. Schoolwork. Awkward silences. Running.
- Fears: Her inability to take things seriously. Never being capable of love. Things being her fault because her father is a government official. Her father trying to lure her out of hiding. Deserving whatever comes her way.
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Dreams & Goals:
Tabitha’s goals are sadly simple, and again the mark of a deprived early life. The first thing she’d want is a home. That of course would come with all that that takes. A stable halfway decent job, maybe a dog or cat or something. An acceptable legal history. You know that kinda crap.
If she somehow managed to pull of being a functioning adult in an unforgiving society, then she suppose her other goal would be to see if she’s capable of this funny little thing called love. Maybe if she found the right guy or maybe even girl really, she could be comfortable and happy, and life could be simple. They could go on stupid little vacations and watch the stars together from their own terrace…or whatever.
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History:
Start at the Beginning
Tabitha was born in Roanoke Virginia to Martin and Amanda Smith. Martin was a businessman in a growing corporate world for political campaign marketing, providing the fundamentals behind advertisements and various other propaganda. Obviously this sort of resource gave him the ability to take what was falling apart in his personal life and slap a big pretty bow on it. Tabitha was unplanned and that was unfortunate, but at least it made Amanda seem better for a little while. For most of her life Tabitha’s mother had severe social anxiety and a general emotional detachment to her surroundings. She was beautiful in the way that most trophy wives or high-school sweethearts would be expected to be, but Martin had too much stress to deal with her mental disorders. While Tabitha was turning three and roaming around the house as a very playful, but very difficult toddler, Martin was on the verge of an affair.
Take a Deep Breath
As Tabitha gained the ability to talk, her mother seemed to do less and less of it, becoming emotionally detached to her own daughter and letting the maid handle most of what needed to be done. It was likely that Amanda knew of Martin’s affair, and while Tabitha was too young to understand reasoning, she did understand that her father yelled. A lot. Whenever she was addressed or brought into conversations, she often ran away giggling, and found a place to hide waiting for everything to be over. When her mother was sent away, things really didn’t seem that different. The maid still took care of her and the house. There was just…no longer a sad looking woman with sunken in eyes locking herself away on the terrace.
Close Your Eyes
It was when Tabitha became old enough to gain a passable vocabulary and an identifiable personality that things started to make a lot of sense to her. Somewhere between ages nine and thirteen it became evident that her father was a self-righteous prick, and his new wife, Wanda Jo was a money grubbing witch. It wasn’t as though Martin ever really put a whole lot of effort into raising his daughter…really about as much effort as he’d put into loving his previous wife, but when Wanda Jo came along, the order of things became terribly skewed…right from the day she’d sat her barely twenty two year old but down on Martin’s lap and explained to Tabitha in her sunniest fake voice that she looked forward to the years of hair dos and girl time ahead of them. She’d apparently always wanted a daughter…or a doll. Tabby really couldn’t remember which. What she did remember was the lustful look in her father’s eyes as he promptly forgot for about the fiftieth time that he even had a daughter. That was fine by her. After all, Tabby always was competitive. For maybe a fraction of a second Tabitha gave her step monster a chance, but one frilly pink dress and ridiculous choppy hair cut later meant that it took virtually no time for Tabby to learn that she was on the top of the list for things that pissed Wanda Jo and Martin right the hell off. Tabby had little qualms with breaking things, getting in trouble at school…and when Martin yelled, Tabby yelled too, her vocabulary moving from passable to flat out colorful. Of course Martin had the money to keep what shenanigans his daughter caused on a low radar, but that could only be the case for so long as she became older and more powerful.
Take me back to That Day
When Tabby hit her teenage years, she was already firmly involved with boys and even a few girls and was quick to consider herself fairly liberated through her sexuality. Granted actual sex wasn’t happening, there was making out, touching, and dating one person after another, showing off her attributes and making fun of those who were more prudent. Affection of really any kind was something new and exciting. It brought positive responses and gave her a whole new way to identify herself. She was no longer Martin smith’s troubled daughter. She was Tabby, Roanoke Public High’s most dangerous flavor. Her popularity skyrocketed, and her concern for what people thought of her plummeted. She would sooner busy herself with pissing people off than putting any real effort into social relationships. Tabby started smoking, drinking, getting high and disappearing for days at an early age and lying about what that age actually was. She died her hair, her clothes, tattooed and pierced her skin, and painted over her eyelids with dark black, refusing to look anything like what her stepmother or her father would approve of. Tabitha was fourteen going on fifteen when she discovered her powers. She was forking a lawn before the snow came with some of the burn outs in her school and right when she’d thrust the fork into the grass, some small light emitted from her fingertips resembling the embers from a campfire, and fell to the ground near the fork. Confused she reached out to touch it and it exploded with a loud sound akin to that of a snapper firework. Not only did Tabitha jump back in shock, but also the boys ran off as well leaving her there. The cops brought Tabby back home that night, though she was happy to comply. This newfound power would make things far more interesting.
I Know that You’re Hurting
Tabitha was quick to lay her little exploding gifts over the house to scare the ever living hell out of her stepmother and laughed wildly as Wanda Jo scoured the house for whatever fireworks Tabby had gotten her hands on. It was when she’d gotten bawdy enough to place her firecrackers in the roasted chicken at the dinner table that Martin and Wanda figured it out. It was almost easier for Martin knowing that it was politically correct and socially acceptable to be disgusted by his daughter. He called the police and raved on about how Tabitha had tried to kill him and his wife with her mutant powers and he even made some long sad speech to a Newspaper about how he’d done his best to raise her and never dreamed that she would become something like this. Foster care really wasn’t something that would be working for Tabby any time soon, so she packed up a back pack with some clothes and she hoofed it. It wasn’t like that wasn’t something she was used to given that she’d really never made it appoint to remain in that house for long. For some of her journey she headed west, not really sure what her plan was. Nashville didn’t sound too bad, she’d heard a lot about pretty girls stumbling into stardom there with modeling or acting careers. She supposed she could pull that stuff off, but she found herself re-routed when a photo shoot turned out to be far more questionable than what she thought she was signing up for…not to mention that she wasn’t of age. She did odd jobs now and then, being on the streets taming her just a bit given that she didn’t need to direct so much teenage angst toward her parents…though her attitude definitely didn’t make holding down a job remotely easy, and a fake id only really got you so far.
But if You Never Speak, You’ll Never be Heard
She was going on sixteen when she learned that there was a place for mutant students, where they could complete high school, and live among ‘her own kind.’ She definitely doubted that someone being a mutant made them one of ‘her kind’ but it was as good a rumor as any. She hitchhiked, walked, stole, whatever she had to do to get to New York, and when she made it, it took her quite a while to figure out where in the hell to find this mansion. It was also on her arrival here that she learned that her father was campaigning as a senator, catching it on the news by happenstance. That was the first she’d heard of him in almost two years…and thoroughly pissed her off. What she did manage to find in Manhattan was the Brotherhood. After seeing a guy literally shake the ground with his hands, Tabitha followed him just in time to see him confronted by the people she hadn’t known would become her teachers. The fight didn’t last long, and Wolverine and Beast didn’t have to work hard to scare off that guy. Seeing a man literally covered in blue fur prompted Tabby to come out of hiding and demonstrate that she in fact had powers and had been trying to find the school for the gifted. They took her with them.
I Know That You’re Afraid
For a couple of years as a student, Tabitha was finding herself. She was more fun and flirtatious, than distant and dangerous. She was more harmlessly impish than troubled. She certainly caused trouble and just like she had been at her high school, Tabitha was exceedingly popular for it. However this naturally got her in trouble and in some cases other students. For the most part the X-Men were as patient as they could be with her, but when some of them got high and mighty with her, certain situations would trigger resentment in her and a tendency to shrug it off or worse laugh. Tabby dated a few of the boys in the mansion for a few days or week, but only one of them really stuck as something emotionally important for her. With Sam, even just flirting, flinging comments and Doritos at each other, or spraying each other down with a hose was freaking magical. He seemed to like her regardless of her pranks, and jokes. Unlike other guys, he wasn’t helpless in her presence but he was just as flirtatious and confident right back. Things could have gone somewhere…and maybe that was what scared her into acting up.
Just remember: It’s Okay to Cry
It was her third, maybe fourth mission with some of the X-Men and other students. Sam was just a few away from his graduation then, and his resolve to become an X-man had Tabitha thinking twice about acting on her crush on him. Playing hard to get was just less complicated. Beast and Colossus were the ones to bring her and some other students out. They were to track down an alleged poaching ring in South Africa and apprehend the poachers. Not only did Tabitha nearly kill them by detonating her bombs around the campsite to bar them from escape, but with how quickly the surrounding tall grass and trees were catching fire she nearly killed her teammates as well. Luckily there was a hydrokinetic and enough water in their drinking resources to stop the fire before things got too out of hand. Needless to say the flight back to the mansion was uncomfortable, and Tabitha sat in her seat with a defensive expression, ready for just about anything. She most certainly did not like the silence. Once they landed, the others were dismissed, and Tabitha ended up the victim of a very winded lecture on collateral damage and comrade endangerment. To her credit she did not burst out into laughter, but she certainly did not seem at all bothered or remotely ashamed when she was advised that that was the sort of behavior that Beast would expect from the Brotherhood, and with a raised middle finger she promptly advised that maybe that’s where she belonged then. She managed to follow one of its members after a hearty effort at flirting then backing off with complete disinterest and she’s been in their ranks for nearly a year now.
Now what did you learn?
As it might be expected, an awful lot can happen to a girl in a year. Tabby has had and lost an apprenticeship under a tattoo artist, and she finally took the leap with Sam and told him that there was just something special about those puppy dog eyes of his. Unfortunately, Tabitha was placed at the scene of a mutant terrorism crime, one where the results did not work in her favor. One of the biggest shopping centers in Manhattan lost a few dozen shops…and patrons from one devastating meltdown from Vulcan. Given that he was a glowing being of energy, he wasn’t as easily as identifiable. It was Tabby that it was brought in and sentenced to the cure. Luckily the Brotherhood came for her just before that final sentence could be carried out. She’s back with the Brotherhood, and she’s older, wiser and far less trusting of her surroundings. Her focus now is on getting her life back together, whether that means getting more serious about a career and a relationship with Sam… or a deeper commitment to her comrades. Tabby is truly at that fork in the road that may determine the rest of someone’s life.
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Schooling:
Tabby attended the public school system in Roanoke, Virginia. Even though her family had enough for private schooling, Martin did not wish to extend the privilege.
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Abilities
Powers
Time Bombs: Her power is as simple as her needs in life. Tabitha can conjure plasma at her fingertips in small round shapes of energy that she can hurl, or place, or ‘accidentally drop.’ Oops. She can then detonate those bombs creating concussive force. For the most part her bombs tend to be marble sized, and she is likely to use a number of them somewhere from one to fifty of them in little explosive pebbles with a blast radius of approximately six centimeters. She can create them fast enough that they basically fall like a handful of marbles would right from her hand so maybe a second per marble. She really hasn’t the whole “one Mississippi” thing. One of them might not hurt so much, but a hell of a lot of them will have you dancing. They are not overly powerful, but they do hurt and enough of them will cut up skin and on occasion release small flammable sparks. Whether that results in a fire really depends on the flammability of the surroundings. They are somewhere between those little snapper fireworks that you throw in how they look and what they sound like but they hit with about the force of an actual firecracker.
These little pebbles take virtually no effort for her to produce or detonate, and just for effect she likes to release the bomb and snap her fingers to detonate it. She can place them really as far as she can throw them and she can even keep them from detonating for up to a minute making them perfect for hiding and pranks. When and if she does take the time to concentrate she can create large energy balls the size of beach balls with about enough power to take out a smallish tree and reasonably take out a leg. A blast radius of about five feet in all directions can accomplish more than you’d think. Obviously that’s a little morbid, but not impossible for her given she has the time to concentrate on not letting it detonate until she’s ready. If you noticed someone summoning a large ball of energy above their head for almost an entire minute, would you let it continue? The longer the energy is contained in these little bombs of hers, the more powerful and ready to burst it becomes.
Through the stress of more recent circumstances and likely naturally in her growing closer to adulthood, Tabitha’s control over her powers and the particular focus she is able to pour into them has shown discernible improvement. This is to say that her powers would very rarely be triggered emotionally or without her capability of being responsible for not holding back. The radiance and energy of these small ‘bombs’ seems to have become something more as well: brighter, louder, and larger. What could be described as the size of gravel stones or pebbles could now better be described as marble or whopper candy sized at her lowest exertion of effort. Of course as many mutants have learned, powers do have a habit of making themselves far more known in emotionally trying situations, and while this is still true in Tabby’s case, there is a certain notable change in her maturity and ability for critical thinking.
Potentially, with practice and age, would come a level of control that would allow Tabitha to not only produce this plasma energy, but to dismiss it as well before the detonation even occurs, essentially taking them apart. Not only that but she could even potentially learn to muffle them by internalizing their detonation more carefully.
Weaknesses
Time-bombs: You ever accidentally set a firework off in your hands? Well, Tabby does and can, and it freaking hurts. That tends to be why she prefers the use of smaller bombs to larger ones. If a few of them escape her control, the burst isn’t so bad on her hand. It also means that yes, if Tabby puts in the control and effort to create these large concussive bombs, she could potentially lose focus and the bomb could detonate right over her head. Not ideal. Considering that she is really just as squishy as any human, this could in fact kill her or give her a concussion depending on the force of it, and the likelihood of Tabitha losing focus is most definitely high, though not quite as high as it was when she was an out of control wildfire in the mansion’s care.
Non-Power Talents
Tabby can blow smoke rings. Can you? She’s also a pretty decent dancer. That’s not surprising given that she may or may not have been an under-aged stripper once or twice in her life. When the cash is good and nobody’s touching, it’s hard to complain. Also she can run in heels. She hates running (that way), but she can.
Equipment
No notable equipment on Tabitha. If she had the money for one, she would probably carry a gun. She has a crappy switchblade. Does that count?
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“Shipper” 2:
Love is Strong, and I am Evil
- Friends: Everyone and anyone she wants when she’s in the mood. Absolutely no one at least in her mind.
- Enemies: Anyone who pisses her off. She isn’t big on forgiveness. At the moment, Vulcan is at the top of her shit list, right up there with dear old dad.
- Loves: Love is a strong word, but if there is something, Sam is the only person that comes to mind.
- Other: As far as relationships with Tabitha go right now, she’s on pretty high alert. She trusts very little and demands very much. She’s been through hell and it doesn’t sit well with her. In turn this means she’s gonna be hell to deal with.
Further details here and here.
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2020 Update:
The Inisfreeans have been observing Tabitha to see how best to establish ‘first contact’ with her. They can always mind-override her (or anyone), but prefer a less-technical and more-organic approach. Their King‘s calming-presence power will likely do the trick…
When the time is right, they’ll work in-person with her to teach her how to hone her powers the rest of the way. Their genius, and their Maker’s calming presence, will be the needed combination/recipe to help her behave long enough to get all that down. She may even notice her explosions don’t hurt her hands anymore (though Auz, of course, wants that to occur after a lot of emotional-control/channeling lessons; best not to unleash the wild Tabby with invincibility before she is truly ready for that level).
In time, perhaps in a few years, she’ll be shown Inisfree’s night-clubs and city-dances, giving her a chance to have fun where the only touches are offered –and welcomed/agreeable– ones. Everyone there is really going to love her body and (dance) style. Together, they’ll show her that stripping can be a normal cultural/nightly thing, not needing any cashflow to be worthwhile, and something that can further stabilize oneself on a holistic level/plane.
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2022:
Contact has been made, and it went smoothly, both slowly but surely warming up to one another, stepping in a bit closer… until it happened.
Over the next few years, she’ll find herself feeling more and more drawn to Him… and decide… eventually… to move in.
She’ll soon find out how much fun it is to be able to let loose with her superpower/s in Inisfree’s shooting ranges, impact ranges, and Halo-based maps (training rooms) (where she will many times fuck Auz, aching for it out/down there). It will also come as a great relief and wonder to her that she can’t destroy anything in their realm; it’s all as invincible as she will have become when there, all of it auto-adjusting, too. This city is the perfect place for her to be her full self –and that will further help align, heal, calm, and stabilize her, she no longer feeling like she has to keep it all ‘bottled up’ all the time… like she did in the damn Outlands.
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2023 Update:
Tabitha is now a guest of Inisfree. She has decided to join Auz’s family permanently, making it official in 2026. The two have become a very happy couple, and she is already friends with all his wives and many of their allies, having met them under the most favorable of conditions; in their private realm, Inisfree, the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth.
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Comics:
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Her:
Minus the flop-tits in that one captioned meme, of course; all females allowed in or anywhere near Inisfree have perfect perky tits that do not sag in any way.
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How She Loves to Lick-greet Me, Her Husband, Auz:
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How She and All Hotties Prefer I (Auz) Cum on Her Tongue, Especially While Others Watch:
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2023 July Update: Sexy Mask She Likes Wearing for Our Fuck-dates:
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