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| KENNEDY TODDfar away, this ship is taking me far awayFull Name:
FAR AWAY FROM THE MEMORIES OF THE PEOPLE THAT CARE IF I LIVE OR DIE
Kennedy Ariella ToddAlias(es):
Kenna, Kat, Kenny, Neddy, Todd.Gender:
Basic computer skills. She also has a sharp mind in forensics and cyber-crime.
starlight, i will be chasing the starlightFace Claim:
UNTIL THE END OF MY LIFE, I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S WORTH IT ANYMORE
Anne HathawayEye color:
Chocolate brown, usually long and straight.Height:
five-foot-eleven/ one-eighty-point-three CMWeight:
145 lbs/65.8 kg Distinguishing features:
A scar that wraps from the small of her back to her right hip from a rapist's attack.General appearance:
Tall, with fairly tanned skin, and hazel eyed - Kennedy seems more of a model then a nerd. At a delicate height of one-eighty-point-three CM, she towers over most women. Her lightly tanned - almost like a coffee with too much cream in it - comes from pure genetics with the occasional lazy days of spending hours outside for the hell of it.
Thick, straight to wavy brunette locks come from her mother's side of the family. Cut long - close to the ends of her shoulder blades - she wears it up as much as she can. In the summer heat and humidity, she relents and hacks off her hair in what some call a fashionable stint. Hazel eyes, hinted with a mossy green and slight gray, are a product of both her parents. Predominately a vibrant hazel, Kennedy loves how simple yet elegant her almost almond-shaped eyes look.
She tends to keep close to casual clothes - tees and pants with a pair of black trainers on. As long as she's comfortable and no-one notices her shirts are more-so meant for men, she's comfortable. At times, Kennedy does wear more feminine clothing - always in bright reds, purples, and greens. Having a more masculine childhood - she sticks close to the clothing style of men.
hold you in my armsLikes:
I JUST WANTED TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS
- Forensics Books/ReadingDislikes:
- Tight Spaces/ClaustrophobiaStrengths:
- Computer Crashes
- Medical Jargon
- Reality TV
- Tae Kwon Do
- Too expressive
- To head her own forensics team.Fears:
- To have a family.
- To meet her mother just once, even though it'll never happen.
- She'll die in a gun-fight.Personality:
- She'll find herself amidst the druggies again.
- She'll be alone forever.
- Tight Spaces/Claustrophobia.
Around her buddies, she’s the class clown. But when it's time for the nitty-gritty, Kennedy's the first on the scene ready for an all out war. Kennedy is generally a pretty carefree and amiable woman- she’s well liked without many enemies even with her line of work. She works hard, but not as hard as she could or should, which she is constantly reminded about to her annoyance. Kenna is very quick to flash a smile, especially when she doesn't know what else to do. She's quite lighthearted, upbeat, with a sort of "laugh to keep from crying" attitude. She does her best to bring light to every situation, which some might find annoying. To someone looking in from the outside, she is bright and sunny. However, neatly tucked away is a dark, cynical, and angry person that rarely rears her ugly head. Should anyone bring this side out of Kennedy, she could easily go from a hero to a scheming, malicious villain. Her compacted anger and mistrust of people is carefully camouflaged by her raucous laughter.
When she is alone is when there's a medium. She is quiet, mild mannered, and keeps to herself. All in all, she is good at heart and only has good intentions in the end (though the road to hell is paved in them). She gives, hoping in her time of need someone will come to her aid. If you've scorned her she'll probably find it difficult to help you. Kennedy is very loving but finds it hard to believe that people really love her. Her trust is hard to earn but good to have, and the first time you betray that trust will be the last, as she'll never trust you again.
my life, you electrify my lifeBirth planet:
LET'S CONSPIRE TO RE-IGNITE, ALL THE SOULS THAT WOULD DIE
JUST TO FEEL ALIVE
Earth - Denton, Texas, USAParents:
Audrey-Ellen Todd - mother, deceased for twenty-four years
Fitzgerald "Gerry" Todd - fatherSiblings:
Jason - brother, thirty-three
John - twin brother, twenty-sixLove(s):
none, but she hopes one day.Children:
none, but she hopes one day.History:
Sounds of the Broadway musical HAIR played through the radio in the cab as Fitzgerald and Audrey-Ellen Todd rushed to the hospital - opting for this way instead of having Gerry drive recklessly and get everyone killed. And the father was thankful his oldest was in school at the moment. He urged the cabbie to go faster, but the babies were impatient, just as his father was. And at half past ten in the morning on Saint Patrick's Day, in a cab a mile from the local hospital - John Raphael and Kennedy Ariella Todd were born, screaming and kicking. Kennedy was a wild child - her twin’s polar opposite. She was a mover and a shaker, the first daughter born to her father’s side in over thirteen generations. And after her and John’s second birthday - their mother died of a sudden case of cervical cancer. Growing up without a feminine role model, Kenna became just another son, playing football and baseball in the park with Jason and John. By the time she hit junior high - she delved into science and math, putting her heart out on the line for a degree in Criminal Justice.
Once she entered her junior year of high school, her father moved the family to London. There, Gerry became a private investigator while John and Jason went off on their own. Alone for the first time in her life, surrounded by strangers and stuck with a heavy Texas drawl Kenna turned to the so-called dark side. Booze and pot entered her life until she realized several months later she was ruining her chance at her life-long dream of being a cop. Her first day as a senior, she was given her first lap-top, and an hour later she’d hacked her way around several mainframes and rerouted her IP address so many times she herself got lost. Amazed she was never caught, she began honing her computer skills. And there she went on to study forensics and cyber-crime. University life was fast paced and something she could sink her teeth into - graduating after being in school for three and a half years. Unsure as to what she should do, she worked for local law enforcement offices as their computer liaison and forensics photographer. During the time, she was entrapped by a rapist near her small loft. Putting up a fight - using both her Tae Kwon Do and academy training to stave off her would-be offender, the man attacked her - knife slicing her back up and leaving her to rot (not before assaulting her). Doctors and specialists had claimed she’d never walk again after being rushed to the hospital - let alone be an officer since most of her ligaments had been severed, Kennedy hastily proved them wrong. She refuses to let herself sit and wallow in the victim's role - it was a trial and tribulation, so she coped and forgave the freak.
A year later she was swept up into the UNIT’s folds, set to work as a researcher. Glad for the job, she worked diligently - honing her skills in her major all the while. Cyber-crime became her life, as well as her research - cutting out what little of a social she had. And she’s fine with it. It’s a sacrifice for the greater good, anyways.
but i'll never let you goWeapon(s):
IF YOU PROMISE NOT TO FADE AWAY, NEVER FADE AWAY
A 9 mm service weapon and an issued taser.Important Tech:
Aside from her cell phone, she has her own forensics OK-ed camera, portable hacking system, and walkie-talkie.Other items:
A gold thumb ring, worn on her left hand, that was her mother's.
out hopes and expectationsSample RP:
BLACK HOLES AND REVELATIONS
|He'd gone through the test several times. Making sure he and his fellow 'firebugs' knew the correct drills, and he had to know the times at how fast they'd been able to finish all the training. Everything had to be efficient. One mishap and lives were lost. Spencer lived with death, come to accept it as just a part of life, but couldn't deal with it. He'd grown up on the edge of the Oklahoma/Texas border - fire central for him, when he was concerned. That is, until he'd moved to New York City, just to stay close to his family - unlike Morrigan, and realized this had to be the epitome of Fire Island. He gave a grin to a few of his crew-mates, walking past them as he headed for his room in the fire house.|
Some days, Spencer wished he'd followed in his brother and father's footsteps. But being a lawyer didn't really call to him. Sure it was safer then being a firefighter - but he was an adrenaline junkie by now. That was the luck though, and a job requirement. He gave a calming wave to one of the girls in the fire house as she waltzed by. "Hot date, Cassie?" He chuckled softly as she flipped him the bird and kept on walking. That was the thing about the girls in the house, they had the 'take-no-shit' attitude that Spence looked up to. He just waved her off and kicked his dorm room door open.
Walking in, and closing the door, he toed off his shoes, gracelessly kicked off his pants, and collapsed onto the full sized bed. Black and Gold teams were on schedule, thankfully. If his Red team had to run another night full of arsons and garbage fires - he'd pitch a fit like the child his sister still claimed he was. A wild yawn left him and he flailed a bit on his bed before stilling, energy drained and eyes fluttering shut. Kind Morpheus, Sandman - whomever it was, he swore he loved them.
hold you in my arms, i just wanted to holdAlias:
YOU IN MY ARMS. I JUST WANTED TO HOLD...
PM or my YIM (glory2freedom9)The Secret Code:
ADMIN EDITAnything else:
Most of Kennedy's forensics know-how will be coming from me since it's my major as well. I hope that's fine. She knows very little about aliens at the moment that doesn't
come from conspiracy theories and was around for the spaceship over London on Christmas.
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