OTHER ALIASES: None
OCCUPATION: Civil servant (although one friend says he's neither civil or servile)
MARITAL STATUS: Married for 21 years; has a daughter, 14, and a son, 11
SEX: Male
AGE: 40 (Kids think he's a big kid, or a boring old fart, depending on the time of day)
BASE OF OPERATIONS: Newcastle upon Tyne, England
LEGIONNAIRE YOU LOOK MOST LIKE: Until he cuts off the moustache, probably RJ Brande. Going grey, overweight, etc.
FAVORITE LEGIONNAIRE: Consistently its got to be Saturn Girl. Preboot, he thinks Superboy. Out of all the new members he'd go for Gates.
FAVORITE MUSICIAN: Not really into music, but if pushed would say Mozart and (more modern) the Beautiful
South
FAVORITE BOOK: Lord of the Rings
FAVORITE MOVIE: Schindler's List, Zulu, Batman Returns
LEGION FAN FOR: First collected the Legion in the Swan days. (Adventure) Grew up (Say�s who ) and
stopped. Came back with back issues about 10 years ago and have been filling in back issues ever since.
his attention was caught by a strange glowing piece of wood. Walking overto it DC dug it out of the sand. It was about
1 foot long, flat with a slight bend in the middle. All along one side the stick was covered in primitive drawings. With the
dogs going mad around his feet DC took the only sensible option, with a dismissive flick of the wrist he launched the
stick into the air. ""There you go girls fetch"" he shouted. Imagine his surprise when the stick started to turn in mid air
until, with a soft plop, it landed in the sand justbehind him. ""Hey what do you think of that girls, he said it**s a go away
come back againstick"". For many hours the easily amused man and his dogs played with the ""hadawaycomebacker"" then DC decided it was time to go home, with an almighty throw he launchedthe stick into the sky. Up up and up it flew, passing, as luck would have it through the tail of a small shooting star. Slowly the stick turned and headed back to
Earth. Faster and faster it fell back towards the ground bounced off the head of the luckless hero and landed upright behind him. ""Ouch"" he said rubbing his head and turning to pick up the stick. There was a sudden flash and facing
DC was.........his double. ""Mine I believe"" said a voice from behind DC ""with this stick, I, Behind you boy, will rule the
world""""Yelp"" and ""gulp"" went our hero and suddenly found himself far far away from the beach. Later finding his
bemused way home DC ruminated upon this strange turn of events. Then he cleaned up his ruminations and slide
them into the bin. Later that week further strange events occurred which confirmed that his obscure chance contact
with a shooting star he had developed Faraway Powers. It was at the office when everyone was discussion the latest
scandal. ""Why didn**t I know about that"" said DC ""was I faraway when it was discussed? Mmmmmm, that must be it I
have been given super powers, I can never be in the right place at the right time , I**m always too faraway to hear
what**s happening, I must use these powers for world peace, I must join the Legion of Message Board Posters. The
rest is, or will be history
POWERS: Faraway Lad has the power to never be in the right place at the right time. noteMuch later, after a run in
with the Anti LMB, Faraway Lads powers mutated to include an overwhelming powerful f**t capable of rendering
unconscious anyone within 50 feet. This power is triggered by eating Brussel sprouts, curry or drinking large amounts
of old peculiar bishops finger. It also has the effect of keeping all members of the LMB as faraway from FL as possible, especially after one of the LMB**s rigorous training sessions in the bar.
These *Repulso* powers can also be triggered by exposure to the strange eminations usually surrounding members of the SOSVV or the Entropy Spinach. Consequently the LMBP tries to keep Faraway Lad as faraway from these villains
as possible. Unfortunately after a particularly heavy drinking session one night with Loser Lad and Kid Pyscout during
which KP destroyed the LMBP HQ after the bar ran dry, Repulso unleashed such an almighty stink, that the ruins of
the HQ and all the land around it for quarter of a mile became irretrievably contaminated. Thus forcing the LMBP into
their new (and current) HQ