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morethanasidekick) wrote2019-10-01 10:03 am
morethanasidekick) wrote2019-10-01 10:03 am
Penance App.
OOC Info
Name: Brooke
Age: I've forgotten what 18 looked like.
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Current Characters: Rose Hathaway
IC Info
Name: Kenzi Malikov
Canon: Lost Girl
Age: 23
Appearance: Lost Girl Promo Pic
Standing at 5ft4, Kenzi is definitely on the short side, though her love of boots with killer heels raises her up to average height. Her hair may be black but her chameleon-like behavior and a love of wigs has her appearance changing depending on her environment. When at home or just generally being herself, she tends to prefer borderline modern gothic apparel. Boots, jackets, and leather or PVC not an uncommon part of her get up. Her skin is naturally pale but is accentuated with make-up, which she is rarely ever seen without. Her pale blue eyes have an ethereal quality to them and can appear almost violet in the right light and are always, always rimmed in heavy black eye make-up.
Kenzi carries herself with confidence, even in situations where she doesn't have the upper hand. She's the kind of person who at least appears to wear her emotions on her face though is far more skilled at concealing her more serious side, especially if she's upset. Kenzi also has a habit of clocking a person's weak points so she might lift their watch or wallet; Anyone who might share her criminal tendencies would probably notice this about her.
Canon Point: Season 3, Episode 13
Background: Wiki Linkage
Personality: If street-smarts were a marketable commodity, then Kenzi would be a millionaire, and if anyone could find a way to sell this, then it would be her. By the age of twenty-three, Kenzi has seen more of the world and it's harshest realities than most people twice her age. Despite her slight and less than intimidating physique, she has still managed to find a way to survive a life that saw her run away from home for the first time at the age of ten.
It is perhaps this difficult life that has led her to use humor and sarcasm (and even her appearance) as a shield against the world. She reveals very little of herself, even to those she is close to and it takes a lot to get Kenzi to open up. She prefers to keep her relationships superficial, but once you do gain her trust, you gain a friend for life.
She appears, on the surface, to have no sense of boundaries when it comes to the personal information. Kenzi considers the sexual escapades of others, her own form of entertainment and she almost seems to revel in broaching topics that most deem off-limits. While she can be blunt about calling a situation as she sees it and likes to get her nose into the intimate details of peoples lives, she is one of those rare individuals that you can trust with a secret, even when you don't ask her to keep it.
When it comes to communication, Kenzi has a very distinct way of speaking, mixing the occasional pop-culture reference with twisting the English language into words that though nonexistent, make sense in a way that leaves you unsure whether you are more or less intelligent for having spoken with her. She has a knack for being able to lessen a serious situation by using words that, though not intended to demean, make light of what is going on. She is charismatic but when she's mad at you, you definitely know it, not one to hide certain emotions away, even if it will make things awkward.
It's worth noting that Kenzi is fluent in Russian, a talented artist, a half decent drummer, the queen of the hula hoop, will lift your wallet or watch more out of habit than necessity and can hold more alcohol than any tiny person should ever be able to hold.
- content warnings -
Kenzi will cuss like a sailor and make vulgar comments. If language or sexual innuendo offends then she's definitely one to avoid
Kenzi has a tendency to make very light references to what is, a very traumatic childhood. She lived on the streets from the age of ten. She had an abusive stepfather and she was forced to do things to survive - up to and including a veiled reference to prostitution.
Kenzi is, more or less? A functional alcoholic. It's not something that is ever fully acknowledged but she drinks often and in large quantities.
Weaknesses/Temptations: Boredom and Curiosity will do that as well as anything offered. A chance to become more than what she is. Kenzi might be used to being the token human among a group of powerful Fae, but she hates it.
Sins: Okay here we go...
Sloth
Lust
Greed
Gluttony
Envy
Pride
Wrath (Yes just. All the 7 majors)
Identity Theft
Accidental Cannibalism
Murder
Theft (So. So many counts.)
Improper use of a stolen body
Improper use of a power tool
Summoned the Fae equivalent of Bloody Mary
Slave Labor (It was a Brownie, it shouldn't count)
Blackmail
Owning a Monster Truck Thong
Trafficking in Stolen Goods
Desecration of a Corpse
Allowing her BFF to fall in a trust exercise. (Betrayal)
Substance Abuse
Torture
Vanity
Deception (So much this)
Fraud
Martydom
Manslaughter
Attempted Murder
Premarital Sex
I could probably keep going but ya know. She'll rack up more sins than she can work off.
Powers/Abilities: She is so human it hurts.
Items: Can it just be five sets of clothing and a bottle of Vodka? Because that's basically all she cares about.
SAMPLES
Both samples are both set in the same period of time, offering a contrast between what she thinks/feels VS how she presents herself.
Network: Link
Log: If not for the phone that she held in her still shaky hands, Kenzi would have been sure that she was dead. Still, even reading perfect strangers talking about Wonderland, she wasn't entirely convinced that's not the case. It was one thing to show Dyson and Trick that she was going to be fine but she'd known the truth. She was dying and no matter how much tea they tried to force down her throat, that wasn't going to change anything.
The fact that she felt like she'd been hit by a semi-trailer was somehow an encouraging sign for her. One of the few things she might have welcomed about death was the idea that she wouldn't have to feel like her insides were slowly melting. Unless she'd managed to piss off the man upstairs in a big way and hell was simply living an eternity in her death state? She should have felt better if she'd bitten the proverbial dust, right? At the very least she shouldn't be craving a double quarter-pounder with cheese and large fries. And a thick shake. Or a beer. Or maybe a thick shake and a beer.
It said much about the life she'd been leading with Bo that the new predicament she found herself in wasn't causing her to panic. Or perhaps it said more about the faith she had in Bo. It was because of Bo that Kenzi couldn't be convinced that she was dead because deep down she believed that Bo would have found a way to save her. It was then, because of Bo that she could only see whatever this was, as temporary, because she would come to find her. The mere fact that she'd been here for more than five minutes and nobody had tried to kill her, eat her or kidnap her was making this a fairly average day in the life of Kenzi. If only she could make herself move from this comfy spot on the floor to get food and it would probably be considered a good one.
She tried to push herself up onto her feet, the mere act of holding her own body weight, too much for her to handle right now. Limbs that shook violently from the effort of it all, gave way beneath her and she crumpled back into a sad tangle of limbs. The petite, raven-haired woman pulling the sleeves of her shirt over the heels of her hands.
Even with nobody around to witness her display of weakness, Kenzi refused to allow the fatigue to show on her face. Forcing eyelids that felt like heavy metal doors to stay open through sheer, stubborn will. The overwhelming desire to curl into the fetal position and sleep for the next month was so strong, that she found herself looking longingly at the ground beneath her. The cool of the marble as welcoming in her current state, as if it were a soft, warm bed.
The pros list in her head was building so fast that her body started to inch towards the ground of its own accord. Kenzi's eyelids beginning to droop as the benefits of sleep started to outweigh any possible upside that could be achieved by moving. The sound of footsteps echoing in the cavernous entrance hall of the Mansion are enough to snap her out of it, however. Kenzi immediately pushing herself up again, her exhaustion masked by a wry half-grin as she arranged her limbs in a way that was supposed to look casual. The wall she leaned against, all that was really keeping her from face-planting at that moment.
As the footsteps grew louder, her sluggish mind was trying to formulate a greeting. Words, for once in her twenty-three years failing her as the stranger stepped into her line of sight.
When her mouth opened, Kenzi had every intention of saying something clever but when she did find her voice, the best she could manage was a half-hearted;
"Sup."
Name: Brooke
Age: I've forgotten what 18 looked like.
Contact:
Current Characters: Rose Hathaway
IC Info
Name: Kenzi Malikov
Canon: Lost Girl
Age: 23
Appearance: Lost Girl Promo Pic
Standing at 5ft4, Kenzi is definitely on the short side, though her love of boots with killer heels raises her up to average height. Her hair may be black but her chameleon-like behavior and a love of wigs has her appearance changing depending on her environment. When at home or just generally being herself, she tends to prefer borderline modern gothic apparel. Boots, jackets, and leather or PVC not an uncommon part of her get up. Her skin is naturally pale but is accentuated with make-up, which she is rarely ever seen without. Her pale blue eyes have an ethereal quality to them and can appear almost violet in the right light and are always, always rimmed in heavy black eye make-up.
Kenzi carries herself with confidence, even in situations where she doesn't have the upper hand. She's the kind of person who at least appears to wear her emotions on her face though is far more skilled at concealing her more serious side, especially if she's upset. Kenzi also has a habit of clocking a person's weak points so she might lift their watch or wallet; Anyone who might share her criminal tendencies would probably notice this about her.
Canon Point: Season 3, Episode 13
Background: Wiki Linkage
Personality: If street-smarts were a marketable commodity, then Kenzi would be a millionaire, and if anyone could find a way to sell this, then it would be her. By the age of twenty-three, Kenzi has seen more of the world and it's harshest realities than most people twice her age. Despite her slight and less than intimidating physique, she has still managed to find a way to survive a life that saw her run away from home for the first time at the age of ten.
It is perhaps this difficult life that has led her to use humor and sarcasm (and even her appearance) as a shield against the world. She reveals very little of herself, even to those she is close to and it takes a lot to get Kenzi to open up. She prefers to keep her relationships superficial, but once you do gain her trust, you gain a friend for life.
She appears, on the surface, to have no sense of boundaries when it comes to the personal information. Kenzi considers the sexual escapades of others, her own form of entertainment and she almost seems to revel in broaching topics that most deem off-limits. While she can be blunt about calling a situation as she sees it and likes to get her nose into the intimate details of peoples lives, she is one of those rare individuals that you can trust with a secret, even when you don't ask her to keep it.
When it comes to communication, Kenzi has a very distinct way of speaking, mixing the occasional pop-culture reference with twisting the English language into words that though nonexistent, make sense in a way that leaves you unsure whether you are more or less intelligent for having spoken with her. She has a knack for being able to lessen a serious situation by using words that, though not intended to demean, make light of what is going on. She is charismatic but when she's mad at you, you definitely know it, not one to hide certain emotions away, even if it will make things awkward.
It's worth noting that Kenzi is fluent in Russian, a talented artist, a half decent drummer, the queen of the hula hoop, will lift your wallet or watch more out of habit than necessity and can hold more alcohol than any tiny person should ever be able to hold.
- content warnings -
Weaknesses/Temptations: Boredom and Curiosity will do that as well as anything offered. A chance to become more than what she is. Kenzi might be used to being the token human among a group of powerful Fae, but she hates it.
Sins: Okay here we go...
I could probably keep going but ya know. She'll rack up more sins than she can work off.
Powers/Abilities: She is so human it hurts.
Items: Can it just be five sets of clothing and a bottle of Vodka? Because that's basically all she cares about.
SAMPLES
Both samples are both set in the same period of time, offering a contrast between what she thinks/feels VS how she presents herself.
Network: Link
Log: If not for the phone that she held in her still shaky hands, Kenzi would have been sure that she was dead. Still, even reading perfect strangers talking about Wonderland, she wasn't entirely convinced that's not the case. It was one thing to show Dyson and Trick that she was going to be fine but she'd known the truth. She was dying and no matter how much tea they tried to force down her throat, that wasn't going to change anything.
The fact that she felt like she'd been hit by a semi-trailer was somehow an encouraging sign for her. One of the few things she might have welcomed about death was the idea that she wouldn't have to feel like her insides were slowly melting. Unless she'd managed to piss off the man upstairs in a big way and hell was simply living an eternity in her death state? She should have felt better if she'd bitten the proverbial dust, right? At the very least she shouldn't be craving a double quarter-pounder with cheese and large fries. And a thick shake. Or a beer. Or maybe a thick shake and a beer.
It said much about the life she'd been leading with Bo that the new predicament she found herself in wasn't causing her to panic. Or perhaps it said more about the faith she had in Bo. It was because of Bo that Kenzi couldn't be convinced that she was dead because deep down she believed that Bo would have found a way to save her. It was then, because of Bo that she could only see whatever this was, as temporary, because she would come to find her. The mere fact that she'd been here for more than five minutes and nobody had tried to kill her, eat her or kidnap her was making this a fairly average day in the life of Kenzi. If only she could make herself move from this comfy spot on the floor to get food and it would probably be considered a good one.
She tried to push herself up onto her feet, the mere act of holding her own body weight, too much for her to handle right now. Limbs that shook violently from the effort of it all, gave way beneath her and she crumpled back into a sad tangle of limbs. The petite, raven-haired woman pulling the sleeves of her shirt over the heels of her hands.
Even with nobody around to witness her display of weakness, Kenzi refused to allow the fatigue to show on her face. Forcing eyelids that felt like heavy metal doors to stay open through sheer, stubborn will. The overwhelming desire to curl into the fetal position and sleep for the next month was so strong, that she found herself looking longingly at the ground beneath her. The cool of the marble as welcoming in her current state, as if it were a soft, warm bed.
The pros list in her head was building so fast that her body started to inch towards the ground of its own accord. Kenzi's eyelids beginning to droop as the benefits of sleep started to outweigh any possible upside that could be achieved by moving. The sound of footsteps echoing in the cavernous entrance hall of the Mansion are enough to snap her out of it, however. Kenzi immediately pushing herself up again, her exhaustion masked by a wry half-grin as she arranged her limbs in a way that was supposed to look casual. The wall she leaned against, all that was really keeping her from face-planting at that moment.
As the footsteps grew louder, her sluggish mind was trying to formulate a greeting. Words, for once in her twenty-three years failing her as the stranger stepped into her line of sight.
When her mouth opened, Kenzi had every intention of saying something clever but when she did find her voice, the best she could manage was a half-hearted;
"Sup."