E'FINEL, kennadee zora

[kennadee]

Name: Kennadee Zora E'Finel

Alias:Viper, Lollipop

Sex: Femme

Sexuality: Pansexual

Race:Shapeshifter

Powers/Abilities:

• Accelerated Healing
  
• Slight weather control
  
• Change form (Viper, Fox, and Cheetah)
  

Age:19

Height:5'4

Weight: 119lbs

Occupation: "I'm a barmaid monday through thursday and an exotic dancer friday through sunday. What? You gotta make money somehow."

Weapon(s):

• A small handgun that she keeps strapped to her left thigh
  
• Her claws and whatnot once she transforms
  

Accessories:

• Usually she's seen with a cherry flavored lollipop
  
• Her thick, black rimmed reading glasses
  

Appearance:
hairspray asphixiation;;
"My hair, my hair, my hair. Well, when I was born my hair was brown but as the years passed, it darkened so now it's an ebony color. It falls wildly to about two inches below my bust line. I've got these amazingly crazy bangs that swoop across my forehead, and usually covers it completely. Most of the time my bangs cover most of my left eye as well. I know, there isn't anything really original about this hairstyle. However I, having the need to be original, usually have it fluffier than it should be. Of course, it naturally has an insane amount of volume so ocassionally, I end up looking like a lion, but hey, at least I look fierce."

feign that smile;;
"My face is oval shaped and everything seems to be proportioned just right. At least, I think so. My skin is fair and to contrast quite nicely, I have naturally rosey cheeks and my lips are a pale shade of pink. Occasionally they become a darker shade of pink from the constant nervous nibbling I do. My nose is pretty straight with no cute little upturn. Now to my favorite part, my eyes. They are almond shaped and extremely wide. My eye color is a an electric blue. It does change hue with the lighting though. If I am indoors, the color is blue gray, if I am outdoors the color is electric vlue. Regardless, I always adorn my eyes in a sea of green, black, or blue eyeliner and a sparkly eyeshadow."

body like an hourglass;;
"I am thin, not skinny because you can not see my ribs. I think that is so gross. Anyway, I have curves, they're not hugely prominent, but they are there. My arms and legs and thin to match my waist and my bust is perfectly proportional to the rest of me. Or at least, I think it is. I weigh 119lbs and I reach a height of 5'4. I am exactly one pound underweight for my height, which my doctor says is absolutely fine and I think it's hilarious. On my skin, I have two tattoos. One is on the back of my neck, two rainbow koi fish swimming in a circle together. The other tattoo is on my left hip bone, it is a faerie sitting on a crescent moon with her dainty hand extended towards where the moon's heart would be. Stars surround the simple scene."

Personality:
rebellious;;
Ah, who ever told her to follow the rules would be so dissapointed. Kennadee marches to the beat of her own drum and if she wants to do something, no law or rule is going to get in her way. In fact, she strives to break the laws. Some of her friends used to joke and say that she was the reason the saying 'rules are made to break' was created. She's constantly trying to bring the legal system down. Well, any big overbearing system really. She'll do anything from holding a boycott, to basejumping off the nearest building, to cursing the judge out at her DUI case. She doesn't care what happens to her now. She lives for the adrenaline that her rebellious natures gives her and there's no way in hell that she's ever going to go straight edge and lose it.

sexual;;
It all started with her first experiance in eighth grade with Mr. Walter. Ever since then, she just can't stop. She's been the girl everyone talks about since then because she's easily labeled as that one sex addict. She could care less though. As long as she gets what she wants, she's satisfied. Kennadee is constantly getting more creative with her sex. She's been whipped, hand cuffed, and tried almost ever position out there. If you're looking for an experianced partner, you've found her. Of course, her favorite ploy during sex is changing shape. Not only is it amusing, she likes the way is feels as different animals.

free spirited;;
No one can hold this girl down, she's just to floaty. Dee loves to meet people, to be with people, and just to have fun. She has no regrets and she never hesitates to do anything that could give her the time of her life. Life is a journey and she intends to walk down ever pathway with nothing holding her back. She has absolutely no intention of wasting a single breath. Life is just to short. She's seen too much death and despair to hold her back from anything.

party girl;;
This aspect of her person goes hand in hand with the fact that she is free spirted and that she craves sexual attention. If there's a party, Kennadee will be there. No matter how calm and quiet or loud and wild it is. She knows how to heat up the club just the right way and she's always the last to walk in and the last one to walk out. Well, she usually walks out with someone else and completely wasted. Dee is undeniably the life of the party everytime and she knows what she's doing on the dance floor. Even though she doesn't compete with other girls, there really isn't a competition when Kennadee's on the floor. Sorry baby.

immature;;
Kennadee never exactly got the memo that eventually, you are supposed to grow up. She plays everything off as a game and she thinks that everyone is always up to play. Too bad this isn't even close to how the world maps out. However, this way of thinking has shielded her from many of the harsh realities of the world. It may not be ideal to act this way, but it works for Ken. She gets to act like she's four, shirk responsibilities for a day, and it usually gets her out of serious relationships. Immaturity is the easiest reason to leave someone after the sex, which is exactly what she wants.

pensive and intelligent;;
When the lights go out and the music stops, Dee is left alone to think. This is exactly what she does. While most people would never guess it, this little rebel is actually extremely deep. She contemplates everything in her life over and over but never gets an answer. The one question that seems to plague her is 'Where am I going in life?' She's written songs, poems, lines about it but she'd never been able to come up with a definitive answer. Of course, this is only part of the major surprise she holds. Despite her destructive behavior with sex, drugs, and alcohol, she is extremely intelligent. She has never gotten anything less that straight A's in school and more than likely has a larger vocabulary that you. Jeopardy anyone?

emotionally reserved;;
While Dee puts her thoughts and her lusty feelings out there with no problems, she has issues with letting the other ones show. Being for some reason extremely open to others emotions, she has come to fear them. She can never turn off the fact that she acts like a magnet for peoples' emotions. She does not need her own messing her up further. So, with that said, she keeps her emotions her best kept secret.

stone cold bitch;;
With every rebel comes a bitch. Kennadee isn't one to take small insults lightly. You know how in ancient mesoamerica around the 1300's everyone was afraid to piss of the Aztecs because they were major into human sacrifice? Well Kennadee is basically the Aztecs. No, she's not into human sacrifice but she will wish you could crawl under a rock and rot. It doesn't matter if you screamed at her and said the rudest thing possible or if you simply said she was stupid for smoking, if you managed to rub her the wrong way, your ass is hers. Most of the time if you anger her once, that's it. Kennadee is not one for second chances, petty arguments, or long, unnecessary apologies. You inconvienced her with anger, you're done, she no longer knows you, end of story.

Appealing Characteristics:

• Without question, her sexuality
  
• Her playfulness
  
• Her free-spirit
  
• Her quick-thinking
  

Appalling Characteristics:

• Her anger/temper
  
• Ken's immaturity
  
• Her clumsyness
  
• Ken's tendency to keep her emotions hidden
  

Likes:
+Black and white films
+Photography
+Nature
+Snakes
+20's pinup girls
+Hello Kitty
+People
+Retro and vintage clothing
+The Ramones
+Sex
+Drinking
+Drugs
+Green Day
+Cigarettes
+Thunder storms
+The way it smells after it rains
+The way everything gets brighter right before and right after it rains
+Jewelry
+Sharpies
+Bright colors
+Reading
+Writing
+Singing
+Tongue twisters
+Riddles
+Games
+Parties
+Dancing on tables
+Bartending
+Kitty Cats
+Veggie burgers
+Tofu
+Cheez-its
+Spotlight
+Betty Boop
+Cupcakes
+Guns
+Technology
+Serbia
+Old English (Before the stupid retards of today killed it with slang)
+Lollipops

Dislikes:
-Birds
-Rabbits
-Wanna be's
-Try to be's
-Overly optimistic people
-Stuck ups
-Rap music
-Suck ups
-Chat Speak
-Cheezy pick up lines
-Not knowing where Shadern is
-Her parents
-Serious relationships
-Using the L {love} word
-Meat
-Cheese nips
-Small dogs
-Valley girl style talk
-Mayo
-The smell of fish
-Stale bread
-Hypocrites
-Homophobs
-Warm beer
-Weddings
-Funerals
-People that think they are better than she is
-Angels (Generally)
-Stupid slang words
-People that stand in her way (literally. Have you ever tried to walk up the stairs when ten people are standing there? It's very frustrating.)

Fears:
-"Spiders, spiders, spiders. They scare me enough to make me hyperventilate on first glance."
-"Ladders. Don't ask me why, but the instability of them makes my heart race."
-"I'm terrified that my time is going to run out before I'm done living, whenever that is."
-"I won't lie, there are times that the demons running around here ACTUALLY scare me. They shouldn't, considering I'm around them all day long, but they do."
-"Lo--, Lo--, Lov---. Ugh, that word, the L word that has to do with really caring about someone. That. It makes me go all queasy with fear."

Strengths:
+"Well, without being crude or graphic, let's just say I can make people happy in bed. =3"
+"I may be small, but at a loss for a better word, I'm scrapy. I know how to fight and to fight well."
+"English, specifically writing. I plan to be a writer."
+"Well, I'm a decent enough singer I suppose. I dunno, you judge."
+"I can resist all temptation without feeling a twinge of longing if I really want to, I just usually don't want to. =3"

Weaknesses:
-"Math. I mean seriously, why do I need it? I'm going to be an English major. Grr on numbers."
-"Don't laugh, guys with brunette hair."
-"To continue, guys or girls with tattoos and/or piercings."
-"Again, to continue, girls with blonde hair. So hott."
-"PARTIES! Who can resist a good party? Definetly not me."
-"I've got pretty bad vision, after all I sport huge reading glasses half of the time. Contacts do get annoying."

History:

*note* Anything that says Draya should say Kennadee. If it is imperative that I change it, just let me know. =)

With a father’s broken hand and a mother’s scream, Kennadee Zora E'Finel was born into the world. She was born in the month of December during the season of winter in Manhattan, New York. It was a time of change, and a time of death. Both of these elements would twist their way into Kennadee’s life time and time again.

Both of Kennadee’s parents were well endowed and making their fair share of money in the medical field. Annabelle was a brain surgeon and Raymond was an open heart surgeon. They were the best in their fields and were constantly on call. Annabelle was so obsessed with her work that she only took a month for maternity leave once Kennadee was born. She hired additional help at this point, a nanny by the name of Luisa.

Luisa was young, barely twenty when the Collier's hired her but she knew what she was doing. She moved in with them and took care of Draya like she was her own. Luisa quickly took the place of a mother in Draya's life since her natural one was never around. Ray’s first steps were in Luisa’s care, as were her first words, and the first book she ever read was on a Monday whilst she sat in her nanny’s lap. The two grew a bond that Annabelle could never touch, could never replicate no matter how hard she tried. However, she never tried. She just kept working as did her husband.

At age five, when Ray began kindergarten, Annabelle and Raymond came home to wish their daughter off. They for some reason or other, wished to be in their daughter’s presence when she walked from the car to her classroom. However, their act did not fool Draya, even at such a young age. She revolted at the idea of her parents taking her and began to act wildly. She threw things and broke her mother’s fine china. Anything she could get her hands on quickly became shattered across the floor. It was not until Luisa walked into the room that she began to cry. Ray sprinted to her nanny and clung to her legs, weeping into her skirt. This obvious preference to Luisa made Annabelle’s mind spiral into perpetual hatred for this girl she had hired and in that moment, Annabelle was Draya’s mother. She stomped over to Luisa, slapped her across the face and snatched her daughter away from her in her angry rage. Catching on, Raymond opened the door for his wife when she practically threw Luisa out of their house. A simple 'you're fired' seemed too conventional at this point. Only a dream to Ray who had just lost her everything.

Crushed and heartbroken, Draya spoke as little as possible to her parents and spent her time locked up in her room or at school reading the books Luisa had left her. She dreamt about the day she would leave her parents. About how they would be horrified that she was gone and she could never feel happy until she was across the country.

It was two years later, a week before she was to turn eight that death reared its head in her life. Draya was awakened by a single gunshot in the middle of the night. She rushed to her parents' room where the sound had come from. She was greeted by her mother's blank and emotionless face. The gun was on the floor beside her and the blood splatter was everywhere. Ray looked at her mother and felt not sorrow or remorse, but anger and hatred. The hole in the back of her skull was not enough for her. She needed more satisfaction than this. She snatched the gun from the floor and shot her mother threw the heart. Not until that second was Draya even with her mother. A heart for a heart.

Her eighth birthday was spent on a plane to Atlanta, Georgia where she would attend boarding school for the next five years. Her father needed to get rid of his daughter because she had made his wife's death more final. He, unlike Ray, was mouring for Annabelle.

Once at the school Draya made little effort to gain social contacts. She saw no need to be associated with a school full of stuck up rich kid brats. However, a few with the same ideals as her soon made up her group of 'friends'. Ray was their ring leader and they were her support group. It was not long before the five were known to everyone as the trouble makers of the school.

However, it was not until eighth grade that Draya's shenanigans would trip her into expulsion from the academy. She was thirteen and already had a knockout body. She had developed an interest in her science teacher, Mr. Walter. She spent extra time in his class and made sure to roll her plaid uniform skirt up higher before she entered his classroom. She quickly flirted her way into his sexual desire. What she did not know until later, was that he had been watching her since the moment she walked into his classroom. He was obsessed with her so when they had intercourse one day after school on top of his desk, it was his fulfilment just as much as it was hers. That day was the day that three things happened. Draya lost her virginity, she became known as easy, and she became addicted to sex.

At the court case, Mr. Walter pleaded guilty and found himself in jail. Before the case even began, the school fired him and his wife divorced him. Before any of that, Ray was expelled from the school and went back to Manhattan, New York. When she arrived, she learned that her father had remarried to a woman named Corei Maple. She was kind and loving. The type of mother Draya had always wanted and she brought with her a sixteen year old son named Shadern. The two quickly became inseperable. Until Draya met Shadern's friend Joey two years later. She fell head over heels for Joey at age fifteen. Technically speaking, they two were illegal but that had never stopped Adeyline from doing anything before. Two months into their relationship, which was based almost solely on sex, Joey decided he wanted to run away with her and get married. Ray showed no objection so the two set off on a drive to Las Vegas, Nevada. The only one that knew was the only person Draya trusted, Shadern. He was to meet them there a day later.

On their wedding night, Joey decided to try something a little different. He wanted to instill fear in his wife before he took her, however, he got too carried away. He sliced her chest open down the length of her sternum. However, the bleeding only lasted for about a minute before her skin completely healed. Not only was Joey enraged, Draya was confused and terrified. Her body was not supposed to heal itself that quickly, let alone the fact that that had never happened to her before.

In his anger, Joey stabbed his bride this time, directly into her heart. Draya gurgled, but with the same result. Her body immedietly healed itself within a minute. However, after this, Draya felt herself becoming weak. Her vision blurred as she tried to stand up and run for the door. She was not quick enough though and she could not beat the faintness and so she passed out there.

Two days later she woke up in a hospital, wrapped up in several areas, each red with blood. She could feel the open wounds, and then she felt them close with seconds of being awake. It was then that confused as she was, Draya realized she could only self-heal when she was concious. Shadern came to visit her then, apparently he had walked into the hotel room right after she fainted, luckily. However, unfortunately, he arrived after Joey had stabbed and sliced her anywhere he could manage.

Naturally, the nurses and the doctors that attented to her were confused at the fact that they were able to discharge her just an hour later. No one except for Draya had any idea how her wounds had healed so quickly, and perfectly. The only scar she recieved was the one down her sternum. To make the situation more unsual, Draya did not even share her story with Shadern. It was the only secret she had ever kept from him.

Over the next year and a half, Draya researched as much as she could about what was happening to her and what she. She had always suspecteded to control her shape-shifting abilities she was different, but she had never known she was this different. She was able to change her shape, as in, she could transform into an animal or another human being. All she had to do was see that person or animal and she could change into them. Remarkably, this power was easy to control, even though she never knew of it before hand. Being a newly self-discovered shape-shifter, Kennadee researched hours upon hours, reading every legend she could. Naturally, Shadern discovered her reseaching one night and divulged that he too was of the supernatural. He had been too afraid of telling her that he was a demon.

Shortly after Shadern divulged his greatest secret, the two felt their lives change drasticly. Now, life is spent mainly in the shadows. Well, who she truly is, is kept in the shadows while she tries to maintain a 'normal' life. Yeah right.

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