Character Name: Kenzi Canon: Lost Girl Background/History:Wiki Link Previous Game History: N/A Personality: Kenzi's an eclectic and diverse girl. Her outward appearance is as vivid and brazen as it is in a subconscious effort to show how much she doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks about her. An outcast in the social circles of school most times, she found the best way to get over being shunned from 'the cool kids' was to make her own niche. One where she could be herself - whichever version of that she felt like putting forward that day. She has an assortment of wigs and 'costumes', personas she slips into for both a con and to help her escape from who she used to be growing up. Her family has ties to the Russian mafia, and she's grown up as a sort of Romani offspring - learning the grift and con before she learned anything else from school. As such, she's had more than a few run-ins with law enforcement, but never for anything worse than pickpocketing and con schemes.
When it comes to relationships, Kenzi's have been of the fizzled variety. The guys she's been interested in have all been horribly bad for her, aside from her last one - who she had to lie to and leave him to keep him from being drawn into the life of danger she immersed herself in while living with an unaligned fae and all the chaos and possible death that came along with that. Her best friend is a succubus, and she has more connections in the fae world now than the mortal one; part out of fear of bringing someone in and having them winding up getting hurt, part out of the fact that she just happens to spend most of her time chilling in a fae way station. She's formed a friendship with her bestie's exes and friends, teaming up with Hale more often than not out of sidekick solidarity. She has a lot of extended family, cousins and aunts and uncles, but none of them that she's particularly close to. She broke off a lot of her ties with them, other than in the occasional business venture, when she left her home and went off on her own.
She doesn't care much for 'those in charge', whether in the fae or human world. She has a problem with authority, which is probably why her and Bo clicked as well as they did. Her mouth can get her in a lot of trouble, what with her not having much in the way of a filter, particularly when she feels strongly about something. Though, that's not to say that she can't kiss ass with the best of them when needed; she just hates doing it and will bitch and moan about it to whoever will listen. Her motivations are simple enough; keep out of major shit, but don't miss out on all the fun. Of course, the former is hard to avoid when she practically lives in the danger zone. She has no problem with going behind someone's back to do something, particularly if she feels she's doing it for them. If not telling someone something will make it easier on them, then she'll keep it to herself.
Quirk-wise, she loves her boots and shoes. The height they give her is as much a confidence booster as anything, and she knows all the designer brands on sight - and how much they cost. She also has something of a 'problem' with alcohol. She loves it, and it loves her, until the next morning. She takes the concept of 'drowning her sorrows' to an almost literal sense, and is always made happy at the offer of something that will dull the edges of reality - a reality that's gotten a little too unreal lately. As much as she tries to be a modern girl, there are some myths and fables from the 'Old country' that have crept under her skin and flare to life when the situation warrants, such as her fear and respect of Baba Yaga. Though, since that turned out to be true, these things are solidifying themselves in her more and more, her belief in the old tales and fables becoming stronger than ever.
Before Kenzi met Bo, she was largely 'every girl for herself'. There were isolated incidents where she'd attempt to help out someone that reminded her of herself when she was new to the world, but mostly, Kenzi looked out for Kenzi. Bo's mission to not be a pawn in a game she had no wish to be a part of has given Kenzi a bit of a purpose. She's loyal to Bo out of genuine affection and love, and that loyalty is opening her up to the more selfless side of doing things. While she'll still slip into her entrepreneurial tendencies from time to time, she can look outside of herself and her reactions for a reason to do things. It's taking time, but she's willing to slowly start doing things for people that aren't in her close circle of friends - who she'd bend over backwards and then some for.
While she can be impetuous and brash, it's generally fueled out of love and loyalty. She will not tolerate anyone messing with people that she considers hers, fae or human. Some of it is definitely bravado and false courage, but there's a thread of steel in her that has her doing things that would normally terrify the crap out of her. She refused to leave Dyson behind, even though the possibility of her getting caught and killed was pretty high. She hid under another dead body and waited until there was enough of a respite for her to snag him and get him the hell out of there. As one of the only humans involved with the fae, she's constantly being looked down on, belittled, insulted, and threatened. These, of course, are all things she's been accustomed to throughout her life, so she can stand up to whoever's being the giant douchetard and tell them where they can stick their attitude. And as one of the only humans, she sometimes feels like she has to go above and beyond to be able to fit in properly. To earn that right to be a true friend. Abilities/Powers: Pickpocketing, bilingual, general thievery and con artist abilities, survivalism (which was noted as an actual skill set by a fae who 'tasted her luck')
Sample Entry: You gotta plan for things to mess up. I mean, best case scenario is that we're all drinking Mai Tais under a palm tree with some delicious piece of man-candy fanning us with a palm frond while he's all oiled up and... [Ahem] But I totally digress. You gotta plan for when the crapballs hit the fan. And they will. Eight times out of ten, you're dodging fan-strewn pellets and hoping not to get any on your boots. But, there are those two blissfully enjoyable times that keep you slogging through the crap. Ah, how I live for those times. But, doesn't mean I'm not going to bring an umbrella and a pair of those little slipper booty things you put over your shoes. These things are expensive.
[Looks down at feet]
But they're so, so pretty.
Sample Entry Two: "Coffee..." This was groaned from underneath the pillow that her head was hiding under. Last night had been great, but she was feeling the effects of her late-night love affair with the three bottles of wine scattered on the floor in a less than optimal way. There was no answer to her feeble attempt at communication, and she mentally cursed her luck that Bo wasn't up first. Elf balls. That meant she'd have to get up and make it her own damn self, and why was the kitchen so far away?
Her hand fumbled out for the table, slapping along it as she looked for, and found, her sunglasses. She may be inside, but day-um, it didn't need to be the future for it to be bright outside of Under-the-pillow land. Rolling off the couch, she landed on the floor with a huff, head throbbing as she slipped the shades on before daring to crack an eye open. Still bright. Could someone just turn the dimmer switch on life down? Pushing herself up, she shambled into the kitchen, clumsily banging the jug she used to pour water into the machine with around in the sink, making her wince at the noise. There needed to be a mute switch on life as well.
Coffee brewing, she slumped forward over the island in the center of the kitchen, head resting on the counter as she waited for the magical liquid that fixed everything to be brewed and accessible. She wished Hale were here to do that whistle-magic siren thing that insta-vanished her hangovers. Hell, she wished that were one of Bo's abilities. It'd certainly come in more handy than her rompasaurus rex abilities that had pieces of the ceiling drifting down on her from time to time...
Okay, so maybe she was a tad on the grumpy side when she was hungover and hadn't had her coffee. It was the wine's fault. If it hadn't been so alcoholy and tasty, she wouldn't have had so much of it last night and wouldn't be in this situation now. Totally the wine's fault. She nodded this to herself as she poured an overlarge cup of java goodness, shuffling back to the couch to curl up with and wait for the worst of her throbby owness to fade.
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Character Name: Kenzi
Canon: Lost Girl
Background/History: Wiki Link
Previous Game History: N/A
Personality: Kenzi's an eclectic and diverse girl. Her outward appearance is as vivid and brazen as it is in a subconscious effort to show how much she doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks about her. An outcast in the social circles of school most times, she found the best way to get over being shunned from 'the cool kids' was to make her own niche. One where she could be herself - whichever version of that she felt like putting forward that day. She has an assortment of wigs and 'costumes', personas she slips into for both a con and to help her escape from who she used to be growing up. Her family has ties to the Russian mafia, and she's grown up as a sort of Romani offspring - learning the grift and con before she learned anything else from school. As such, she's had more than a few run-ins with law enforcement, but never for anything worse than pickpocketing and con schemes.
When it comes to relationships, Kenzi's have been of the fizzled variety. The guys she's been interested in have all been horribly bad for her, aside from her last one - who she had to lie to and leave him to keep him from being drawn into the life of danger she immersed herself in while living with an unaligned fae and all the chaos and possible death that came along with that. Her best friend is a succubus, and she has more connections in the fae world now than the mortal one; part out of fear of bringing someone in and having them winding up getting hurt, part out of the fact that she just happens to spend most of her time chilling in a fae way station. She's formed a friendship with her bestie's exes and friends, teaming up with Hale more often than not out of sidekick solidarity. She has a lot of extended family, cousins and aunts and uncles, but none of them that she's particularly close to. She broke off a lot of her ties with them, other than in the occasional business venture, when she left her home and went off on her own.
She doesn't care much for 'those in charge', whether in the fae or human world. She has a problem with authority, which is probably why her and Bo clicked as well as they did. Her mouth can get her in a lot of trouble, what with her not having much in the way of a filter, particularly when she feels strongly about something. Though, that's not to say that she can't kiss ass with the best of them when needed; she just hates doing it and will bitch and moan about it to whoever will listen. Her motivations are simple enough; keep out of major shit, but don't miss out on all the fun. Of course, the former is hard to avoid when she practically lives in the danger zone. She has no problem with going behind someone's back to do something, particularly if she feels she's doing it for them. If not telling someone something will make it easier on them, then she'll keep it to herself.
Quirk-wise, she loves her boots and shoes. The height they give her is as much a confidence booster as anything, and she knows all the designer brands on sight - and how much they cost. She also has something of a 'problem' with alcohol. She loves it, and it loves her, until the next morning. She takes the concept of 'drowning her sorrows' to an almost literal sense, and is always made happy at the offer of something that will dull the edges of reality - a reality that's gotten a little too unreal lately. As much as she tries to be a modern girl, there are some myths and fables from the 'Old country' that have crept under her skin and flare to life when the situation warrants, such as her fear and respect of Baba Yaga. Though, since that turned out to be true, these things are solidifying themselves in her more and more, her belief in the old tales and fables becoming stronger than ever.
Before Kenzi met Bo, she was largely 'every girl for herself'. There were isolated incidents where she'd attempt to help out someone that reminded her of herself when she was new to the world, but mostly, Kenzi looked out for Kenzi. Bo's mission to not be a pawn in a game she had no wish to be a part of has given Kenzi a bit of a purpose. She's loyal to Bo out of genuine affection and love, and that loyalty is opening her up to the more selfless side of doing things. While she'll still slip into her entrepreneurial tendencies from time to time, she can look outside of herself and her reactions for a reason to do things. It's taking time, but she's willing to slowly start doing things for people that aren't in her close circle of friends - who she'd bend over backwards and then some for.
While she can be impetuous and brash, it's generally fueled out of love and loyalty. She will not tolerate anyone messing with people that she considers hers, fae or human. Some of it is definitely bravado and false courage, but there's a thread of steel in her that has her doing things that would normally terrify the crap out of her. She refused to leave Dyson behind, even though the possibility of her getting caught and killed was pretty high. She hid under another dead body and waited until there was enough of a respite for her to snag him and get him the hell out of there. As one of the only humans involved with the fae, she's constantly being looked down on, belittled, insulted, and threatened. These, of course, are all things she's been accustomed to throughout her life, so she can stand up to whoever's being the giant douchetard and tell them where they can stick their attitude. And as one of the only humans, she sometimes feels like she has to go above and beyond to be able to fit in properly. To earn that right to be a true friend.
Abilities/Powers: Pickpocketing, bilingual, general thievery and con artist abilities, survivalism (which was noted as an actual skill set by a fae who 'tasted her luck')
Sample Entry:
You gotta plan for things to mess up. I mean, best case scenario is that we're all drinking Mai Tais under a palm tree with some delicious piece of man-candy fanning us with a palm frond while he's all oiled up and... [Ahem] But I totally digress. You gotta plan for when the crapballs hit the fan. And they will. Eight times out of ten, you're dodging fan-strewn pellets and hoping not to get any on your boots. But, there are those two blissfully enjoyable times that keep you slogging through the crap. Ah, how I live for those times. But, doesn't mean I'm not going to bring an umbrella and a pair of those little slipper booty things you put over your shoes. These things are expensive.
[Looks down at feet]
But they're so, so pretty.
Sample Entry Two:
"Coffee..." This was groaned from underneath the pillow that her head was hiding under. Last night had been great, but she was feeling the effects of her late-night love affair with the three bottles of wine scattered on the floor in a less than optimal way. There was no answer to her feeble attempt at communication, and she mentally cursed her luck that Bo wasn't up first. Elf balls. That meant she'd have to get up and make it her own damn self, and why was the kitchen so far away?
Her hand fumbled out for the table, slapping along it as she looked for, and found, her sunglasses. She may be inside, but day-um, it didn't need to be the future for it to be bright outside of Under-the-pillow land. Rolling off the couch, she landed on the floor with a huff, head throbbing as she slipped the shades on before daring to crack an eye open. Still bright. Could someone just turn the dimmer switch on life down? Pushing herself up, she shambled into the kitchen, clumsily banging the jug she used to pour water into the machine with around in the sink, making her wince at the noise. There needed to be a mute switch on life as well.
Coffee brewing, she slumped forward over the island in the center of the kitchen, head resting on the counter as she waited for the magical liquid that fixed everything to be brewed and accessible. She wished Hale were here to do that whistle-magic siren thing that insta-vanished her hangovers. Hell, she wished that were one of Bo's abilities. It'd certainly come in more handy than her rompasaurus rex abilities that had pieces of the ceiling drifting down on her from time to time...
Okay, so maybe she was a tad on the grumpy side when she was hungover and hadn't had her coffee. It was the wine's fault. If it hadn't been so alcoholy and tasty, she wouldn't have had so much of it last night and wouldn't be in this situation now. Totally the wine's fault. She nodded this to herself as she poured an overlarge cup of java goodness, shuffling back to the couch to curl up with and wait for the worst of her throbby owness to fade.