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by courier six 5/26/2014, 3:16 pm
- Name:
Kennedy Hope Michaelson
Age:
She's seventeen years old, being born on December 27th.
Gender:
Kenny is a cissexual female.
Eyes:
Dark brown, close to black. However, she will most definitely call you out on this, as she stays true to the fact that eyes cannot physically be "black" but just very, very dark.
Hair:
It's short, in a pixie-cut style, and black. If she was to grow it out, it would have soft curls, which doesn't show much with her current haircut.
Height:
About five feet and nine inches, or one-hundred-and-sixty-five centimeters.
Body Type:
She's slim, but muscular. It's obvious that Kennedy works out, as her entire body is very toned.
Skin Color:
Dark brown, with more reddish undertones to it.
God Parent:
Khione, the Greek goddess of snow and winter.
Mortal Parent:
Henry Michaelson, a forty-five-year-old businessman who dabbles in Dungeons and Dragons.
Country of Origin:
She was born and raised in the United States, but her grandfather originally came from Kenya to find his fortune.
Pets:
She has a little kitten named Sprinkles that she catches fish for from the ocean. He's only about two years old and is a grey tabby.
Talents:
Kennedy is a great actor, as well as being good at sports. While she hasn't worked on it much, people also tell her she has a knack for clothes design.
Weapon:
She prefers a thirty-inch Celestial Bronze arming sword, along with a shield from the weapons shed.
Personality:
Kenny is boisterous and passionate, to say the least. She won't let anyone get in the way of her dreams, and she won't let anyone help out with them either. Unafraid to speak her mind, she's definitely a firecracker. She's definitely a hard worker, and has a big "I'm not here to make friends" attitude about her. She's tries her hardest to be a sweetie though, and fiercely loyal to her friends.
Flaws:
She doesn't really "get" other people's personal limits. If she can run three miles, while her partner can only run one, she will force her partner to run the other two. She's also very oblivious to their emotional limits. Being a rather harsh girl, she tends to accidentally bully her comrades by belittling their technique and offering unwanted harsh critique. Other than that, Kenny is allergic to peanuts. She can be in the same room as them, but one taste of it and she breaks out in a rash.
Powers:
Kennedy has the ability to manipulate the temperature of water vapor around her to make weaponized icicles ranging from three to five inches. The lowest temperature she can go is three degrees Fahrenheit, and they only last for as long as they would melt normally. So, on a hot day they'd only last a couple of minutes; during winter, they could last up to twenty. These icicles aren't very draining, as she makes them very often to either cool down or practice aiming. They slow her down and make her mildly feverish for about fifteen minutes. At most on a wintery day, she can make seven, less if it's hot out. She can also form a small blizzard around her with a six-feet diameter with temperatures of around ten degrees Fahrenheit. Ice and wind whip up around her and act as a makeshift shield. This can only last from three to seven minutes, depending on the severity and speed. This is much more taxing to her, and causes her to be unable to battle or do any strenuous exercise for up to forty-five minutes once the storm is over. She can only create a blizzard once a day.
Life Before CHB:
Kennedy was born out of a drunken night between a much younger and fitter version of Henry and Khione. She was delivered to him in a harsh white basket, with a winter’s-sky blue blanket wrapped around her. Henry panicked for a moment, then laughed and smiled. He was the easygoing type, and knew that everything would work out in the end. Henry and Kennedy were happy, Henry working to raise his daughter and Kennedy getting involved in as many plays and sports as possible. A few times, she would swear that the makeup and costumes of a few people were unbelievably realistic, and she often described them to her father. This frightened him, so she was unable to do what she loved for a year or so. “I just want you to be safe,” she remembers him saying.
Other than a few scary events involving monsters, she had a decent life. For a brief period in seventh grade, rumors about her supposed bisexuality flew around. She waved them off, with statements like “It shouldn’t matter to you what I prefer and what I don’t.”
Kennedy experimented with her powers a few times, during snowy days when she had nothing else to do. She knew they were unnatural and that other kids couldn’t do it, so she never showed them off to anyone but her dad. Showing them off sometimes meant whipping up a blizzard during an argument so that she would have the upper hand, but the girl meant no harm by it. Eventually, Henry realized he couldn’t ignore this anymore. Shortly after her thirteenth birthday, Markus, a friend of hers, was revealed to be a satyr sent to watch over her, and explained to her about her godly heritage and Camp Half-Blood. Kennedy, being the girl she is, chose to ignore him for a while. There was another sighting of a monster that nearly resulted in her getting hurt, however, and she chose to leave that day.
Ever since she arrived, she had made enough friends and quite a few enemies.
RP Example:
Kennedy marched through the woods, head held high. The blue plume on her helmet floated as she walked against the wind. Capture the Flag had just started, and she was sent to, well, capture the flag. Two other kids, an Athena son and an Aphrodite daughter, flanked her sides. There was a small crack in the woods. Someone had stepped on something, and they were close. Kennedy took a deep breath and raised her hand slightly in the air. Frost formed on her fingertips, and a three-inch icicle formed two minutes later. It was a hot day, but the lurking nighttime dropped the temperature. "I've got about five minutes. Better find this sucker fast," she thought, teeth bared. There was a flash of movement -a red plume! Going as fast as she could without getting caught, she sneaked towards the sleepy-looking guard. His eyelids lurched closed, him resting on his spear. Kennedy raised a hand. "Let me handle this," it said, and her comrades stopped. She sneaked forward, no one catching her. After five minutes, she was mere inches from the sleeping guard. The other was preoccupied with another squabble in the distance. She broke the silence and sprinted to grab the flag, the guard unawakened. Her icicle began to melt. She frowned, upset at the waste of her power. As to not waste it, she dropped it down the chestplate of the snoozing person. He jumped, she laughed and shrieked "Run! I've got it!"
Any notes about your characters:
Kennedy is straight, but has been in relationships with other girls before. Decided she didn't really like it, honestly. Her favorite color is robin's egg blue and she enjoys sushi and seafoods.
