Post by thebeautifulstranger on Jun 25, 2013 19:37:11 GMT -6
Name: Mackenzie Swift {More often goes by Kenz}
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Occupation: Grifter, petty thief, worker of odd-jobs
**PERTINENT INFORMATION I COULDN'T FIT ELSEWHERE**
Kenz has a lung disease; while they don't "act up" often, she is prone to "attacks" when and if she gets too panicked or emotional, sometimes triggered by stress and sometimes triggered by...well, frankly, nothing. Her bad lungs play a large part in her dream to leave the cities and their grime behind her and live in someplace that's green...pure...better for her lungs.
Physical Description:
I'm a b*tch, not heartless. Catty, sassy, and full of a spunk and fire all her own, Kenz isn't the sort of girl you take home to mom...mostly because she'd ditch you halfway there. Daddy issues led to trust issues for this lucky little lady, and on first meeting she's more likely to take your head off then shake your hand. She doesn't like getting ordered around and doesn't take well to being told what to do; she's stubborn and happily set in her ways, thankyouverymuch! She'll cling to her views, so if you're going to rock her world, you better rock it hard and pray it sticks. Clever and resourceful, cool under pressure, and laid back until really worked up, getting under the skin of this part-time pickpocket will win you a spot in her broken heart forever, but for better or for worse is entirely up to you.
History:
“…and it’s not exactly a secret—but my dad…yeah. Not exactly a storyteller, if you catch my drift.” Kenz was born into the kind of life you wouldn't wish on anyone; a home broken in at a young age by her father's indiscretion. Her mother raised her alone for a few years before dying tragically in a car accident--hit by a drunk driver on her way home from work one night. The death might have traumatized the six-year-old (then lovingly called Kenzi) if what happened next hadn't been so much worse: With no other family to be turned to, she was reared by her father, who had developed a bit of reputation as a small-time conman.
Like any caring father, he brought Kenz into the new "family business", teaching her how to fake it from a young age. She started small—bumps, bruises, scrapes, and sprains, all at her father’s behest—but was soon enough into the big kid stuff—swiping and reselling lunches, backpacks, watches, pencils, papers, whatever she could get a hold of in the classroom. It was a slippery slope for the Mysterious Miss K; by middle school, she was scamming teachers out of their salaries with fake fundraisers and by high school, she was duping moronic jocks with sugar pill “steroids” and raking in the green.
She split with her old man at the age of 16, when he began to suggest she could use her body to dupe older men, and formally left his sorry bum to rot on his own by 18. Since that time, Kenz dropped school like a hot potato and started migrating from city to city all the states--New Orleans, Orlando, San Antonio, Las Vegas, Boston, New York, anywhere and everywhere--working small-time with a gang here and there to pull together enough scratch to live on, save up and splurge again with another move. Her most successful jobs include small heists, urban break-ins, and of course, a touch of grifting. Who wants to question a pretty face, right?
Although she holds no romantic notions about life in the city of lights, Kenz has decided lately that perhaps life in Paris would be more interesting than things back home in the states; certainly breaking into the European black market would be an interesting challenge, and if she takes a little here and there from tourists and local hot-shots, maybe she can even move to some small town in the neighboring United Kingdom and live out her life somewhere that's green.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Occupation: Grifter, petty thief, worker of odd-jobs
**PERTINENT INFORMATION I COULDN'T FIT ELSEWHERE**
Kenz has a lung disease; while they don't "act up" often, she is prone to "attacks" when and if she gets too panicked or emotional, sometimes triggered by stress and sometimes triggered by...well, frankly, nothing. Her bad lungs play a large part in her dream to leave the cities and their grime behind her and live in someplace that's green...pure...better for her lungs.
Physical Description:
- Height: 5'4"
- Eyes: Pale blue
- Hair: Black
- Body Type: Small-Average
I'm a b*tch, not heartless. Catty, sassy, and full of a spunk and fire all her own, Kenz isn't the sort of girl you take home to mom...mostly because she'd ditch you halfway there. Daddy issues led to trust issues for this lucky little lady, and on first meeting she's more likely to take your head off then shake your hand. She doesn't like getting ordered around and doesn't take well to being told what to do; she's stubborn and happily set in her ways, thankyouverymuch! She'll cling to her views, so if you're going to rock her world, you better rock it hard and pray it sticks. Clever and resourceful, cool under pressure, and laid back until really worked up, getting under the skin of this part-time pickpocket will win you a spot in her broken heart forever, but for better or for worse is entirely up to you.
History:
“…and it’s not exactly a secret—but my dad…yeah. Not exactly a storyteller, if you catch my drift.” Kenz was born into the kind of life you wouldn't wish on anyone; a home broken in at a young age by her father's indiscretion. Her mother raised her alone for a few years before dying tragically in a car accident--hit by a drunk driver on her way home from work one night. The death might have traumatized the six-year-old (then lovingly called Kenzi) if what happened next hadn't been so much worse: With no other family to be turned to, she was reared by her father, who had developed a bit of reputation as a small-time conman.
Like any caring father, he brought Kenz into the new "family business", teaching her how to fake it from a young age. She started small—bumps, bruises, scrapes, and sprains, all at her father’s behest—but was soon enough into the big kid stuff—swiping and reselling lunches, backpacks, watches, pencils, papers, whatever she could get a hold of in the classroom. It was a slippery slope for the Mysterious Miss K; by middle school, she was scamming teachers out of their salaries with fake fundraisers and by high school, she was duping moronic jocks with sugar pill “steroids” and raking in the green.
She split with her old man at the age of 16, when he began to suggest she could use her body to dupe older men, and formally left his sorry bum to rot on his own by 18. Since that time, Kenz dropped school like a hot potato and started migrating from city to city all the states--New Orleans, Orlando, San Antonio, Las Vegas, Boston, New York, anywhere and everywhere--working small-time with a gang here and there to pull together enough scratch to live on, save up and splurge again with another move. Her most successful jobs include small heists, urban break-ins, and of course, a touch of grifting. Who wants to question a pretty face, right?
Although she holds no romantic notions about life in the city of lights, Kenz has decided lately that perhaps life in Paris would be more interesting than things back home in the states; certainly breaking into the European black market would be an interesting challenge, and if she takes a little here and there from tourists and local hot-shots, maybe she can even move to some small town in the neighboring United Kingdom and live out her life somewhere that's green.
