Indie RP blog for a fan character daughter of Lobo.
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File on Tracey Peterson;
Intergalactic weapons dealer and known to accompany the bounty hunter Lobo. Tracey Peterson is a dangerous criminal and must be approached with caution.
Raised by wolves, far from home, and a past that she's constantly running from, Tracey Peterson is now going under the alias of Thrash.
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-Mun-
Mun is 24, non-binary and goes by they/them. I am a semi lit to literate rper who tends to write a lot. I also tend to forget things easily, so please remind me in case I forget our rp. I don't know much about the DCU, but I am a fan of the Lobo comics and it's a current hyperfixation of mine at the moment.
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He could sense the fear in her, the pain, it caused his heart to grow heavy- even if he denied it. Gingerly he put his cigar down, frowning, his face going serious. “I’m a man of my word, kid- I don’t break promises.”
“But, say you can give me something worth more than yer bounty…I could use yer powers for myself.”
He took her by the chin, tilting her head up to face him. “How ‘bout that? Yah don’t go back to em,’ and you help me kill n’ shit.”
Anything beats having your life drained out of you. “Yeah…yeah I can do that!”
Lobo grinned, before sighing: “By the way kid, I ain’t callin’ you by yer damn serial number, don’t yah have a name or somethin’?”
Before she could answer, Lobo had already stood up and grabbed her by the arm; “I’mma just call yah Thrash till yah remember yer name."
(Not sure if this blog is still active, but I just wanted to let you know that I read all the stuff you've got up about Lobo and Seven. And I liked it a lot! If you ever feel like writing more please PLEASE post it. Not to sound desperate or anything, but I totally am.)
Ayo you're free to dm and talk me to.me about it :) but AAWWW THANK YOU
Fluff drabble of Lobo and Seven, it maybe short but I'm hoping some of you will like it.
The thought of returning to the life she lived before triggered Seven into a fear she could not describe. It was like being ripped away from the life she had already grown used too- Uncle Bo', the Outter Rim, Al's diner- Getting to be a child instead of a well known super hero back on Earth. It took awhile, but she was slowly gaining her memories back...and Lobo must never find out. What if she was forced to return?
She lied in her bed awake, staring up at the ceiling- wondering where her Uncle Bo' could be mid bounty hunt. Seven was waiting for him to return, yet these missions always seem to take so long. Her head turned to face the alarm clock glowing on her nightstand. Midnight. Midnight was for sneaking out, grabbing a snack and settling in the living room for late night trash TV- until eventually Lobo would be woken up. Now it just didn’t seem any fun when he was gone. Silently, the blanket over her peeled away before she would slip out- her powers surfacing.
Gingerly, Seven made her way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to reveal a dismembered head staring back at her. She pushed it aside to reach the sweets that Lobo kept for himself. A couple of sticky buns, pieces of brownie from Al’s diner- she gathered it all on a plate before shuffling off with a can of soda. The living room was dark, she wouldn’t notice a figure slumped in Lobo’s favorite chair, his red eyes widening for a moment as they glowed in the darkness, before blinking- waiting for Seven to notice.
Falling into the couch, Seven picked up the remote and turned the TV on- Jerry Springer blaring to life. As she watched, a large hand would grab one of the sticky buns on the plate- still waiting for the child to notice the now large illuminated figure of Lobo covered in blood, smirking as he watched his human. She grabbed a brownie. Shoving it in her mouth- her eyes glued to the screen as a stripper was suddenly performing. “Feetlegizz, Uncle Bo’ doesn’t like yah watchin’ this shit.”
“Yeah well Uncle Bo isn’t- UNCLE BO!”
She tackled him, nearly knocking the large man over as he laughed and held her tightly in his muscular arms. “Hey you lil’ shit! Where you waitin’ for me all night again?”
Seven suddenly looked nervous, before Lobo ruffled her hair. “I think the Main Man gets it, he’s just too awesome to miss.”
Seven rolled her eyes, before hugging around his neck. “Did yah kill that big geek on planet Xian?”
She sat in his lap, settling against him as he changed the channel. “Nah I brought him back alive, got paid a few creds for his ass and managed tah get yer meds.”
Lobo had to kill for those pills, destroy an entire colony on planet Xian and then some with his bounty strung up like a pig- but Seven didn’t need to know that. All she had to worry about was taking her medication. He leaned back, red eyes closing- internally smirking at the vision of gore that was before him- possibly his best work this year. Yet mid visions of carnage, he could feel his soft spot for the girl growing.
Ayo, I'm looking for an 18+ roleplay partner to write Lobo stuff with/headcannon and build stuff. I have nearly 12 years of writing experience and write semi lit to literate. Dm if interested!
Ayo, I'm looking for an 18+ roleplay partner to write Lobo stuff with/headcannon and build stuff. I have nearly 12 years of writing experience and write semi lit to literate. Dm if interested!
"Alright if you weirdos wanna know, yes, Lobo does have a sizeable back end chest. No I will not go into detail, yes it is hard for me to find pants that fit right."
