KENNEDY, Kanoa Baxter

[Kanoa Baxter Kennedy]

KANOA BAXTER KENNEDY

FULL NAME: Kanoa Baxter Kennedy
NICKNAMES: Kennedy, KB
AGE: twenty one
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Student.
GRADE: Sophomore
MAJOR: English Literature.
JOB OCCUPATION: Gotham Comedy Club Hostess.

HAIR: Very long dark chestnut brown hair. She does plenty with it and probably spends too much of her morning routine on the locks that fall to the middle of her back.
EYES: brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: surprisingly none!
TATTOOS: Not at the moment, she’s still working out the kinks of a couple pieces.
PIERCINGS: her ears and her tragus, left ear.
PLAY-BY: Zoey Deutch!

LIKES: sarcasm, drinks, music, cosy sweaters, a great pair of shoes, skirts, warm cinnamon buns, chai tea, DIY projects, her blog, cooking channel, long bubble baths, cherry blossoms, lemon meringue pie, music, comedy, knitting, scented candles,
DISLIKES: her temper getting the better of her, smart mouth men, warm beer, black licorice, cats, unscented candles, white chocolate, thunder storms, melodramas, bluegrass music, mismatched socks, breaking a heel, cold coffee, most insects, disrespectful people, guns.
FEARS: Being kidnapped for a third time, getting shot, getting run over in New York traffic
SECRETS: She was kidnapped twice before she moved from Hawaii to Maine. She doesn’t talk about it; at all. And as far as anyone she knows her name is Kennedy, not Kanoa.
PERSONALITY: Kanoa Kennedy didn’t act like she should probably. After the life she’s had, this girl should be quaking in her boots too scared to leave her apartment to have a life. But she’s far more resilient than that. She is absolutely stubborn to the core and won’t let her past dictate her future. She wasn’t scared when she was ten; she wasn’t scared when she was fifteen and she damn well should have been. But she wasn’t. The temper on this girl is probably shocking considering it doesn’t mesh with her often described as sweet looks. She’s fit, working out regularly and talking several self defense classes. She won’t be treated like a pawn ever again. A sharp mind is hidden behind those piercings brown eyes and Kanoa sees all. She learned at a fairly young age, though not soon enough that she needed to keep her eyes open whenever she was out. Call her paranoid but Kanoa didn’t really feel like being kidnapped for a third time. And at her age, she wasn’t sure if it would still be considered kidnapping. Either way, this sarcastic and often comical girl isn’t willing to find out. She had a dry sense of humour about her and though she’s often found looking behind her and making the trip from her apartment to school or work longer by taking unnecessary turns, she’s fairly outgoing. She’s not going to spend her days locked away in her apartment with a blog of some sort and whatever little hobbies she created from being stuck in her apartment scared to live. She’s not letting what happened to her rule her life, though she’s still concerned someone’s going to approach her on the street and throw her into the back of a car, she’s confident in herself and her abilities to get away.

MOTHER: Quinn Baxter & 50.
FATHER: Sebastian Kennedy & 50.
SIBLINGS: Leon Kennedy & 27.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Nico & an exceptionally well trained German shepherd!
HOMETOWN: Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii.
HISTORY: It was crazy how one family could have so much bad luck but for Sebastian and Quinn, if they didn't have bad luck, they'd probably have none at all. Rather, if Sebastian wasn't so damn good at his job, they'd have lived a much quieter life. They met that first week in University. Sebastian had to take a year of something, for his parents sake before he could join the police force. They'd been hoping he'd take an interest and forget about the force. It had the opposite effect as he'd taken psychology classes and felt like he could get into the mindset of the men and women he was chasing down. His assignment started within the first three months of enrolling at the police academy. They needed someone who hadn't been fully trained and still looked like a hood-rat. Though Sebastian didn't look like the second, he certainly hadn't had the training to look, think or act like a cop. And with his new assignment, he was allowed to continue on at the university on the city's dime. He was undercover but still able to live a life until he was brought up the ranks of the group he was trying to bring down. By then Quinn was already two months pregnant with their son and about to graduate with a degree in nursing. Quinn and their baby, Leon lived alone for the first five years of his young life.

Sebastian's hard work paid off and they arrested the man in charge of their smuggling operation. He was free to go home and celebrate with his small family. Three weeks after Leon turned six, the small family welcomed another member to their family, a little girl they decided to name after Sebastian's great grandmother and Quinn's maiden name, Kanoa Baxter Kennedy. And she is a cop's kid; a title that followed her through her entire life. And being a cop’s kid anywhere is rarely a good thing but in places like Hawaii, it’s worse. You’ve got two paths, you get in with the wrong crowd and turn into one of the people your narcotics detective father hunts down for a living or you go the complete opposite and become a target. Kanoa and Leon became targets. One on more than one occasion, unfortunately. That was why, when she was fifteen and had already been on the wrong end of a gun’s barrel not once but twice, Kanoa was sent to boarding school in Maine; so far away from her home in Hawaii. Sebastian's stint undercover got him promoted to detective a hell of a lot faster than if he’d gone the traditional route. Life was good for a while after Kanoa's birth. She was a good baby. She slept through the night; she was rarely pouty and almost always had a smile and a giggle. And that happy go lucky attitude followed her through until she was ten. Her mother had dropped her and her then sixteen year old brother off at the park, he was teaching her to long board, like he’d taught her to surf a few years before.

Their father was leading an investigation into some very dangerous men; men who knew all about him and his family. They’d had people watching them and while Leon and Kanoa were waiting for his friends to join them, a car pulled up, two men with guns emerged and dragged the siblings back into the car before driving off. Despite being ten at the time, Kanoa didn’t remember much from that one but they’d been found a mere twenty seven hours after they were taken from the park; daddy to the rescue. This started the talks of getting the kids out of Hawaii and as far away as they could get them. It took too long to figure out the plans and by the time they were ready to ship the children off, Leon was old enough for the next step in his education. He went off to the mainland to get away from Hawaii and to really figure himself out. Kanoa was twelve when her brother went away to school. Things were quiet for a while after that. And it wasn’t until Kanoa was fifteen that things blew up once again.

This time, Kanoa didn’t know the finer details of her father’s case. In fact, she had no idea he’d even been working on a major case but apparently this was the case. As while she was leaving the shopping center with some friends, she was pulled into a still moving van while her shopping bags were scattered along the parking lot while she struggled to escape her captures and leaving her friends screaming after her, not sure what to do. She was held captive in a shipping container for four days with barely enough food and water. She had a single electric lamp and was tied up. But at fifteen, Kanoa had already been in several self defense classes for five years, and knew how to free herself from binds. She was scared but she was also angry and the temper won out. She wanted out. She spent the next four days, pacing the shipping container, looking for any way to escape. There hadn’t been one even though it was obvious the space wasn’t used for its original purpose anymore. Till this day, Kanoa still doesn’t know who exactly of her father’s enemies kidnapped her and she doesn’t want to know. But it was then that her parents decided it was time.

In the end, they chose not to change her name but kept it open just in case something happened a third time, packed her bags, said goodbye to her friends and boarded a plane with her parents for the mainland. They were dropping her off at an excellent boarding school with the best possible security. They were sparing no expense in their daughter’s safekeeping and after the ordeal, they demanded Leon call every day, even just to verbally say “Hey, I’m alive” and nothing more. From then on life for Konoa was quiet and pleasant even. She made new friends, met a boy and things were good because the students at the boarding school in Maine didn’t care who she was or who her parents were, even if she was registered under a false name and everyone thought her name was actually Kennedy Baxter while Kennedy was her last name and Baxter was her middle one. And Kanoa wasn’t going to correct anyone either. She was well aware of who her father was and what he did for a living. It was a difficult job and she was aware that it had been a tough decision to move their only daughter, not to mention their youngest child all the way across a piece of an ocean and an entire country.

Kanoa had been called by her last name her entire life by her friends so hearing Kennedy now was no different. She was finished school soon enough and needed to continue if she wanted to do what she really wanted. She had hopes of becoming an editor of a publishing house or maybe a magazine. She had a long way to go to get there but if there was one thing that could be said about Kanoa Kennedy, it was that she was too stubborn to give up or give in. She had taken the rest of the school year off when the second kidnapping happened so she was a year behind and then stayed an extra year to upgrade some of her classes which were on the low end for grades. All of which meant Kanoa started school later than most but it didn’t stop her and she didn’t care that she was about two years older than her average classmate. She spoke to her parents daily as did her brother still though now that they were both on the mainland; they weren’t easily accessible to her father’s enemies and hopefully forgotten by them all by now. She had gotten herself a job as a hostess at a restaurant for the first year of university but it hadn’t been what she wanted and quickly started looking for something else. It wasn’t until the start of the next school year that she’d landed the Hosting gig at Gotham Comedy Club and said goodbye to her old job. She was still new but she already loved the nights she spent there; even if some of the acts were less than desirable. Konoa spent her days learning and her nights cracking jokes to warm up a crowd and loving it all. She should have been terrified but she kept up enough anonymity throughout the day that letting loose at the comedy club was her way of getting out when everything else was ordered in. It was her way of showing the world that she wasn't scared and wouldn't hide away for the rest of her life.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali!
RULE WORDS: Kimmehstolethem!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: Oh, I know you know.
SAMPLE:

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