Kenzi Malikov

Name: Kenzi Malikov
Door: Right

Canon: Lost Girl
Canon Point: Season 3 Episode 13

Age: 23
Appearance: Kenzi Pomotional Picture from Lost Girl

History: Wikia 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. She herself said that her mother told her to always make friends with the toughest kid in the playground, and though the truth of the origins of that belief may be questionable, it's still a fact that she did exactly that when she befriended Bo after the Succubus saved her from a man who tried to drug and rape her. She has a creative if not dubious way of getting by in life, morally able to justify stealing and running cons in order to get what she needs. She isn't opposed to using blackmail as a means of getting people to do things for her, her own family not immune to her threats, such as the time she threatened her cousin to get information that would help her save Bo.

Despite her penchant for all things criminal, Kenzi isn't a bad person, proving throughout her friendship with Bo that she is willing to sacrifice a great deal for those she loves. She ends her relationship with childhood crush Nate, both in an attempt to protect him from harm and out of a desire to remain by Bo's side in her time of great need. She risked her life in order to save Dyson and again to help Dyson get back that which the Norn took from him. She may well be seen as a tiny ineffectual human by most of the Fae world, but what Kenzi has is heart and that means that nobody should count her out, even when the odds are stacked against her.

Though there are still many unanswered questions about Kenzi's past, it is clear that she endured a difficult, even abusive childhood (at the hands of her Step-father), and though she tells Bo that it was never physical, it was still so terrible that she chose to live on the streets for a time rather than remain in the same house as this man. 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.

Kenzi has the ability to adapt very easily to new and unusual situations, finding it almost too easy to slot into the Fae community, despite being seen as a lesser being. She has managed to earn the respect of those Fae that deal with her on a regular basis (Namely Bo, Trick, Dyson and Hale). She does, however, struggle with being treated like a second-class citizen, though Kenzi will be the first to stand up for herself when there are those who try to put her down.

She appears, on the surface, to have no sense of boundaries, especially when it comes to 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.

Despite what can be described as her go get em attitude when it comes to dealing with the more unusual situations in her life, Kenzi is far too lazy for her own good. She doesn't clean unless she absolutely has to and her idea of gourmet cooking is reheating leftover pizza or making a grilled cheese sandwich. Her living area isn't exactly a pigsty, but it's hardly what you would call neat either. It will be decently decorated mind you, you just might not want to ask how she acquired said decor...

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 thought not intended to demean, make light of what is going on. She is charismatic and when she's mad at you, you definitely know it, not one to hide certain emotions away, even if it will make things awkward.

The only real exception to this rule could be Bo, Kenzi's best friend and partner in crime, or in crime investigation as the case may be. Though there have been times when Kenzi may have felt rejected or abandoned by Bo when she'd become caught up in the Fae World or her relationships, Kenzi will endeavor to keep those feelings to herself, choosing to work through it in silence most of the time rather than pushing it back onto her friend.

That being said, their friendship is as solid as anything Kenzi has known, both proving time and time again that there is next to nothing they wouldn't do for each other. Kenzi in her own way has brought some order to Bo's life, grounding her in a world that she has been running from since she was a teenager. In turn, Kenzi finally has somebody that is a solid influence on her, somebody who makes her feel like she has a real family and despite the danger, she is in just by her close proximity to this woman, Kenzi wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Kenzi has been teaching Bo that no matter how dark things get, life can still be fun, often the one to impart her wisdom on how to deal with what life throws at you, even if her methods are less than savory (such as Kenzi's belief that the best way to get over a man is to get under a new one and that alcohol will fix everything. Or that taking anger out on a car with a crowbar is a healthy and productive form of therapy). Being from two completely different worlds, the friendship shouldn't make sense and yet when you see them together, it's hard to ever imagine them apart.

Her relationships with the other Fae aren't as deep as what she has with Bo, but Trick, Hale and Dyson are very much people that Kenzi considers friends. She and Trick have developed an interesting bond since their first meeting, the two having helped each other in many ways that other Fae might find bewildering, given her status as a Human. Trick once gave up an artifact that he had said he would never part with in order to save Kenzi's life and she learned about the truth of his origins long before all but Dyson did. She respects Trick, almost like she might a real father but is also not afraid to call him out, something few people are willing to do, especially when they know who and what he really is.

Her friendship with Hale has never progressed to anything romantic despite some comments to suggest that it should as well as a confession from Hale at the end of Season Three. The two have forged a strong bond based on being the sidekicks to Bo and Dyson respectively. Both have been willing to help each other out in a jam and when Kenzi screws up, Hale is her go-to man. She doesn't at this stage see him in a romantic light. Despite their differences (her being human and his being Fae) she sees Hale as her equal and appreciates the fact that he usually treats her as his equal also.

Finally, we have Kenzi's relationship with Dyson, which though shaky at times, is still one of the more pivotal relationships in Kenzi's life. She finds his mere... maleness infuriating and though it's not entirely his fault, Kenzi does hold Dyson up to a higher standard than others, which means that when he lets her down in some way, he has a longer way to fall. She has proven that no matter what he does, she will be there for him in his time of need, risking her life on more than one occasion to have his back. She understands him better after having switched bodies with him and being able to feel just a ghost of his feelings was enough to help her see the man he keeps hidden from the world. The two have been slowly developing a bond that is almost impossible to put into words, but they both have a great respect for one another, something that has strengthened since the body switch. Of all the fae, Kenzi has the highest expectations for Dyson but on the flipside, is also more forgiving of his faults. Vex perhaps said it best when he points out to Kenzi; "Dyson's dropkicked Bo's heart ten times over and you still howl when he comes round."

If all that isn't enough, it's worth noting that Kenzi is fluent in Russian, 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. She appears very comfortable when it comes to being who she is, undeterred by the atypically pretty people of the world who might try and pass judgment on her (as we see when she goes undercover in a high school). She knows she's awesome and those who don't recognize, are a waste of her time.

Season three sees Kenzi go through a difficult time in terms of feeling useless and left out, something that has admittedly been building for some time but appears to escalate after their battle with The Garuda. She conceals the seriousness of a rash on her arm both to protect the secret of Dyson's love being returned and out of a desire to not worry others. When Kenzi finally does try to approach her friends, she is ignored, dismissed or otherwise pushed aside. Despite this, when she finds herself kidnapped Kenzi never loses faith in her friends, believing all along that they will rescue her.

What is perhaps most significant about these events is not her unwavering faith despite seeming to be let down, but Kenzi's determination to stop being the weak link in the group, after her rescue. It doesn't matter to her whether others see her that way, she's only too aware that when it comes to a fight, she has only her wits and heart to bring to the table. Though it might be enough in the eyes of her companions, it's no longer enough for Kenzi.

Powers and Abilities: Kenzi made her living as a thief and a con-artist. She's got nimble fingers and is a consumate liar.
Inventory:

Twig of Zamora The Twig of Zamora is a magical artifact of Clan Zamora that protects the holder.

"To Clan Zamora, a gift bestowed. Immune to evil deed, to blow. For he who carriers sacred twig, immortality shall cling."

One suitcase full of clothes.

One suitcase full of shoes. Yes. Just shoes. So many shoes.

Samples: Samples are both set at the same period of time, offering a contrast between what she thinks/feels VS how she presents herself.

Speaks VS Thinks;

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."