Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Feb 3, 2009 21:23:42 GMT -5
KENADIE ALEXANDRIA AUGUSTINE
is a TWENTY-ONE-year-old MARINE/COP who lives in an APARTMENT. She is originally from WASHINGTON, D.C., but now lives here in Bear Creek. She likes PRANKS, SCIENCE, AND JAIL DOCUMENTARIES and hates IDOTS, CRIMINALS, AND MINT. She is OUTSPOKEN, LOUD, AND OPINIONATED, and calls NOBODY her own.
silencio, old man !orientation- straight
religion- non-religious
canon or original?- original
that little pink plus sign is so unholy !parental units- Jack &ElizaAugustine
siblings- 11 brothers: Jackson, Andrew, Jakob, Steven, David, Jeffrey, Wesley, Jeremiah, Sean, Seth, Adrian.
extended family- Both parents were only children, so no aunts/uncles or cousins. Both sets of grandparents are long dead.
offspring- None.
pets- N/A
the cheese to my macaroni !overall personality- » Well Kenadie is one of those odd people that has a definite split-personality- that's not to say that she's moody or bitchy or anything, she just has the ability to act two totally different ways in two totally different settings. Like the way she thinks things out, the way she reasons. She can think in a concrete way in some situations- mainly when she has to, or when the situation does not allow for outside-the-box thinknig. But she also has this amazing ability to think outside the box when she needs to. She's creative like that, and likes finding creative ways to do things. In this way, her reasoning is abstract. But she has a problem with her abstractness- sometimes she thinks too far "outside the box", and doesn't see an obvious solution. She enjoys things that make her mind work- sudoku puzzles, really big jigsaw puzzles with really small pieces, riddles..Pretty much anything. Except math. She cannot stand math,and isn't exactly the greatest at it. If she's going to do anything with numbers, she'd beetter have a calculator.
» She's not always willing to meet and get along with new people, though she is perfectly able to work in a group setting- obviously. But when she works with a group, she usually does one of two things- either sits back and lets someone else take control of the situation, while putting in her own pointers, or she herself takes control of it. This really depends on the situation, and how inclined she is to get involved. Mostly, she tries to work by herself, that way she has nobody else bogging her down. She much prefers working alone on pretty much everything, because working in a group means having to take the rest of the group's compliments and criticisms- she doesn't need or like someone telling her how to do, or how she is doing her job. She just wants to get it done, do it her own way, with as little interruptions as possible. Besides, she likes to keep her private affairs private- she doesn't do anything that's too terribly horrible, or illegal, or anything like that. But, as she thinks- does anybody really need to know every little thing she does? Working in a group kind of implies sharing everything with a group member. And that, she won't do.
» Like most people, Kenadie can be varying degrees of tense, depending on the situation. If what she's doing or about to do is stressful, yes, she'll be tense. She will worry about it until it's all over and goes off without a hitch- even if it promised to do that from the very beginning. She's not exactly a worrier, but some things make her just plain old paranoid.
» She does not have trust issues, per se. She doesn't believe that people are inherently either trustworthy or complete liars. What she does is talks to them a little when she meets someone new. She remains on her guard until she can determine what kind of person they are- and what kind of person they are often determines how much she'll be willing to tell them.
» She has troubles accepting authority. No, not because she's a brat or anything like that, but solely because then she has no say in how things are done. She's always been something of a rebel, and has to have a say in pretty much everything. What she really REALLY hates, though, is people who try to tell her what to do when they have no right to, and think they do. Oh, she had no problem in basic training- that kind of authority, she was fine with. The DI's were older and had every right to yell at her, and order her around. It's peers who do that, that she has a problem with. Rules are something she also dislikes. Having always been a "rebel", she was constantly breaking her father's rules, bending them, finding loopholes, etc. She just doesn't like to conform with society. She doesn't WANT to be "normal"- whatever the hell that is.
» She's a very lively person, by nature. She can find humor in just about any given situation, even if it seems inappropriate to someone else- some people consider her a sick freak, because she's been known to laugh during war movies, for example. She can't help it. She just finds a lot of things funny, even if nobody else does. She does, however, know the importance of being serious, and when she absolutely has to, she will refrain from laughing or commenting. This is rare, though, and saved for only the most special of occasions. She's definitely not shy. She claims to not have a "shame mechanism"- meaning that she's perfectly comfortable making an idiot of herself for her own- or a friend's- amusement. She can go do things in public that most people would never due, for fear of being embarrassed.
» She is in no way imaginable a perfectionist. She doesn't mind if a desk, locker, room, etc. is messy, or out-of-order. In fact, she's never quite gotten the handle of "organization", and has often been told she's messy. So when she's called that, she only tells them that its her way of looking at organization. And it is. She sees no point at all in keeping everything labeled, lined up, in perfect order. It's just dumb, to her.
likes
- Coffee
- Games (video, board)
- Her job
- Puzzles
- Horror movies
dislikes
- Her brothers (except Adrian)
- The way her father is overprotective
- Ducks
- Anything mathematical
- Traffic laws
best memory- Graduating from boot camp. It was an incredible feeling of accomplishment.
worst memory- More like a combination of memories: Her older brothers excluding her from fun activities, and accusing her of being at fault for their mother’s death.
overall appearance- » Kenadie's build is short and slender, with some muscles. obviously, she has muscles- typical of marines. She isn't freakishly muscular- not like a female body-builder or anything- but slightly more so than the average person. She stands at five feet, two inches tall, and is somewhat on the borderline of normal and underweight, at one-hundred-five pounds. Most people assume she's weak, just by looking at her, but she can hold her own in a fistfight, and has several times. Those people are also, usually, surprised to learn what she does for a living, and that she enjoys things like paintballing, hunting, etc.
» Her slenderness is mostly due to the fact that, being a marine, she doesn't have much leave to get much fat on her body. She works out way too much to get "soft" around the middle- and views it as gross. Though, she knows where the line is between merely being "soft" and being fat, and the line between a healthy "slender" and an unhealthy kind. On top of a lot of working out and activities, she also has a tendency to skip meals- not intentionally or anything, just sometimes she gets so involved in other activities and events that she completely forgets. She usually makes up for it, though. And on top of that, she has a fairly high metabolism.
» Kenadie's hair- it's nothing that special, in all honesty. By color, it's dark chocolate-y brown, with a few random, natural caramel-colored streaks. She's never been one to dye her hair, and gets annoyed at people who do- she sees no point in repeatedly changing one's natural hair color. Besides- it eventually fades out, and that looks plain bad. So she just doesn't do it. Her hair is just barely within regulation length at just a centimeter above shoulder length. She does, however, occasionally cut it so that it's almost jaw-length. By nature, her hair is wavy/curly (sometimes just wavy, other times curly- it seems to have a mind of its own, to her). As far as style, she does one of three things- one: she'll leave it down, just let it hang however. Two: she may pull it back into a tight bun or ponytail, just to get it out of her eyes, when she needs to. Or three: She may pull it back into double French Braids- one braid going that the left, another going down the right.
» There's really not much to say about her eyes- like her hair, there's nothing really special about them. They're normal-shaped, and green-blue in color. Sometimes, people say they're flat-out green, other times flat-out blue. It really depends on who it is looking, what the light's like, and how close they are when they look. To be honest, she doesn't care. Her eyes usually show nothing- through boot camp then AIT, she learned to pretty much control her emotions- or at least what she allows others to see. But like anyone else, there's an occasional slip- though it's rare. It's usually something major when that happens.
» Like pretty much the rest of the world, Kenadie has her fair share of scars. Actually, she probably has more than her fair share. But to describe them all would be pointless- most of them she isn't even sure how they got there. The most noticeable /major ones are-
»»On her lower right abdomen: when she was a young girl- around seven or so- she woke up in the middle of the night in searing pain. When her father woke up, after only a couple seconds, he heard his daughter crying, and immediately rushed her to the hospital. They determined it was appendicitis, something that typically wasn't deadly (unless it went without medical attention), and was fairly common among kids. They did an appendectomy, which left the one-and-a-half-inch scar in her lower-right abdomen.
»»On her right arm: When she was about ten or so, she went for a bike ride. She was a fairly good bike rider at that point- as most are- and figured she could go without her helmet. It was a windy day, she was on a bike with hand brakes, and going down a hill. She accidentally squeezed the left brake while going as fast as she could down the hill. She ended up going over the handlebars, and landed on her right arm, with it going across a medium-sized rock. This caused the arm to break such that the bone was actually sticking through the skin, leaving two one-centimeter hole-scars, and a lighter one going between them, where surgery was done to repair the bone.
» There are, of course, others, but none really worth going into detail about.
» Kenadie was never the kind of girl for piercings, especially earrings. She thought that they were either too girly- earrings- or just plain useless- like tongue, bellybutton, etc.. As a result, she never got them. When she was a toddler, her father had her ears pierced, but she kept pulling at them, so he took them out. He tried again years later, but she just kept taking them out, and the holes closed up.
» Tattoos? None, yet. She hasn't yet found a tattoo that she's willing to live with the rest of her life. It would have to be original, probably- something eye-catching, something amusing, something that means something- well, mainly just amusing, something that'll make her, or someone else, laugh every time they see it.
» Unlike most women her age, she despises makeup. She always did, even when she was younger. She refuses to wear it, any kind- eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick. She tried it, once, for a school dance, and washed it off before she went- when she put on the lipstick, since she'd never done it before, she looked like a clown. And she hasn't even attempted it yet. Occasionally, though, she'll put on chap stick or lip gloss/lip balm.
» And finally- her choice of clothes. She has no real "style", in the traditional way. She doesn't go after designer clothes, doesn't automatically get something she saw in a magazine. Nothing like that. Most of the time, she can be found wearing a t-shirt (usually with something funny/ catchy on it, and never a brand name) and either jeans, cargo pants, cargo shorts, or something along those lines. Other than that, she enjoys her Dress Blues.
doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream !medical record- Unremarkable- mostly just the normal childhood illnesses and injuries.
criminal record- Clean, but just because there’s nothing on record doesn’t mean she doesn’t break the law.
overall history- » It was more a marriage of convenience than anything else- or at least, that's how it started. The 20-year-old Eliza was applying to medical school, and 22-year-old Jack had been in the Coast Guard for five years. The two hardly saw each other while they were dating- except in high school, when they saw each other nearly every day, until jack graduated. The two were told by nearly everyone that they'd never last- with Jack's line of work, and Eliza's soon-to-be line of work, they would barely see each other, let alone have a meaningful marriage, or a family. They never listened. Maybe it was for the best.
» As Eliza's 21st birthday came around, Jack wanted to do something special. And it was something he'd been planning for a while. The day of Eliza's birthday, he came home early from the Coast Guard station- they lived in Kodiak, Alaska at the time- and made a stop at the jeweler's on the way to her home.
» She was surprised to see him, to say the least- she wasn't expecting him for another week or so. But it was her birthday- and he was just the kind of guy that would surprise her like that. And the first thing he did when she opened the door was hit the ground on one knee. She didn't see that coming- well, she knew they'd want to get married eventually, but not so soon, not then.. Of course, she still accepted, and though her father never forgave her for it, the couple was married a couple weeks later- nothing fancy, just a small ceremony at city hall.
» Of course, this didn't mean they saw more of each other, it just changed what they did when they did manage to get time off at the same time. Even after their first son- Jackson, named in part for his father- was born, neither really put forth an overabundance of effort to be together. But then, when Jack was one and a half, the couple found out they were going to expand their family yet again- and this time it was twins. When Andrew and Jakob were born, Eliza decided she needed more time with her family, dropped out of med school, and went to nursing school- far less time-consuming- instead. She'd been thinking about doing that anyway- doctors didn't spend as much time with patients as nurses did, and that's what she wanted to do.
» To do his part, Jack declined a special placement he was offered, one that would take him away from his new family even more than he already was- being a rescue swimmer, that was quite a bit. So at that point, he was placed on a status of, if he was needed, he would be called, and would otherwise show up for some drills at designated times.
» Over the next eleven years or so, they have seven more children- all boys. Eliza had always wanted a girl, but figured it just wasn't in the cards, or something like that. Jack, however, quite enjoyed having so many sons. Some of his buddies had the opposite problem- all daughters, no sons. But even jack couldn't deny that he did want a daughter- for some reason, he just felt like there was something missing. So they tried once more.
» Bingo! They succeeded. They expected it to be another boy- and were hit with a double-surprise (pun intended?). Not only would they be having one daughter, but another son as well- twins. Everything was going well- though Eliza had to take it really easy. That is, until she hit 28 weeks.
» She was rushed to the hospital by a very worried Jack. Sadly, there was nothing they could do to stop it. Kenadie and her twin Adrian were born 12 weeks too early, and immediately rushed to the NICU, where they were placed in all kinds of tubes and IVs and whatnot- enough to confuse even Jack, somewhat of a medical expert.
» The babies weren't the only ones to suffer from the traumatic birth- despite the medical staff's best efforts, and several pints of transfused blood, they were unable to stop the bleeding in Eliza's abdomen, and she bled out.
»Jack took it hard, but barely showed it at first- he didn't have time to sit and cry, didn't have time to mourn. He had ten boys at home, and two little girls fighting for their lives. Then 15-year-old Jackson was put in charge of his younger brothers, while Jack spent nearly every day at the hospital.
» Kenadie and Adrian were different in nearly every way, and they nearly had two totally different outcomes- Kenadie made steady progress, gained weight, was getting stronger daily. But Adrian.. he just gradually got worse. He did gain a little weight, but not much, and while Kenadie was eventually weaned off oxygen and was able to breathe on her own eventually, Adrian nearly didn't make it that far. When the two were a month old, Adrian had a brush with death that nearly caused him to go over the edge- but the skilled doctors were able to save him. After a few more weeks, and more setbacks- for both Kenadie and Adrian- they were showing signs of getting healthier.
» Soon after that a sign of hope- both babies had been gaining weight steadily, and had reached the required weight to go home form the hospital. Not only that, they’d been breathing completely on their own, and feeding from a bottle instead of a feeding tube, for a couple of weeks. Jack took his tiny babies home, hopefully to raise them as normal children.
» As one could probably imagine, growing up was difficult. Kenadie and Adrian were the youngest in the house, with ten older brothers- and Kenadie was the only girl. Well at first, things were fine. The older boys helped out tremendously, feeding them, playing with them.. But that all stopped when they started walking. Around then, they started finding the youngest annoying, and wanted nothing to do with them- they tolerated Adrian a bit more than Kenadie, but basically tried to avoid both of them. But, even at that young age, Kenadie didn’t mind. No, boys didn’t have “cooties” or anything, but she was a loner. She much preferred to play by herself- and, of course, with her twin.
» Jack Augustine, who had become somewhat hardened by everything that happened, protected Kenadie more than the boys- he knew they could fend for themselves, but was unsure about his seemingly fragile daughter. In fact, he didn’t even let her go to the park until she was four. And even then, he’d watch her like a hawk. If she ran to fast, he’d run over and stop her. If she tried to climb on something that was “too high” off the ground, he’d run over and stop her. Basically, he tried to shelter her.
» When Kenadie was five, she showed the first signs of being tougher than she looked. They were at a karate tournament for then nine-year-old Sean. As she watched her older brother- who, by then, was the only one of the ten boys who didn’t completely hate her- she became fascinated by what he was doing. She watched intently as he did his kata, thinking at first that he was dancing, until he was done and explained to her what it was. She was even more intent when she watched him fighting. At first, she thought they were hurting each other, until her father explained that they had protective equipment on, and the judges would stop them if they were actually hurting each other. Kenadie wanted to do it, too, but her father said no- she’s too fragile, too young. But after the tournament, when everybody was leaving, little Kenadie ran over to Sean’s instructor and asked if he could teach her to do what Sean was doing- by then, Sean was a purple belt- and he asked Jack, who’d run after Kenadie. The two men had a talk, and Jack finally allowed Kenadie to do something that wasn’t completely watched over by him.
» After entering school, Kenadie “blossomed”- she was more outgoing, less shy and protected. She could be herself, without her father watching her every move, without him constantly saying she was doing something dangerous- when half the time, the real danger came from him distracting her. She got excellent grades- straight A’s throughout her entire academic career, except in a single Home Economics class, which she almost got a B in, until she took the final exam and it became an A.
» The summer before Kenadie’s fourth-grade year, the family moved to Washington, D.C. Jack’s obligation to the Coast Guard was over, and an injury sustained during a police station football game- days versus graveyard shift- prevented him from continuing his job there. But in D.C., he had a job all lined up- he’d be the captain of the Spirit of Washington, D.C.- a small boat that gave rides and had parties along the Potomac river. Kenadie and her brothers were occasionally allowed to come along- though not often, as some of the parties got out-of-hand, because of serving beer, wine, etc.
» She started participating in all kinds of sports, including karate, lacrosse, and soccer. It wasn’t for herself- though she did enjoy the sports quite a bit- it was mainly to prove to Jack that she wasn’t weak, and that she was tough enough to defend herself. This she proved, when she turned seventeen, and joined the marines. It was tough, even for her to convinced Jack to allow her- she was on the debate team at that time, and quite skilled at persuasion.
» Boot camp. Oh, what fun. The first day—no, the first minutes—sucked. As soon as she stepped on the bus, the driver asked her what her name was. Of course, she answered, not aware that the driver was being sarcastic. As she answered, the drive stood up, got in her face, and started yelling. For almost five minutes, the driver yelled at her. The driver yelled about Kenadie’s tone. He yelled about the pitch of her voice. He yelled about how disrespectful she was, and how he knew she’d fail. He berated her in every way possible—as appropriate, of course—and finally allowed her to go sit down. Unfortunately, she was the first one, so there was a long line of other behind her. They were pregnant doging at her, yelling, and berating her as well. Most people would have cried, or given up right there. But Kenadie didn’t. She just took it all, stone-faced, until she was dismissed, and finally made her way down the long bus isle, to the very last seat. The other eventually filled in. None of them sat beside Kenadie—which was okay, since she preferred to be alone anyway. The whole way to Parris Island, South Carolina, was hell. She had to listen to others singing crappy songs, talking amongst themselves, and a few talking about her. What sucked more was that she didn’t bring a CD player along. If only she’d remembered it. . what she did remember, though, was a notebook. So she took it out of the backpack she had with her, along with a blue pen, and started writing. She wrote . .just a variety of stuff. Some of it was a short story, some of it somewhat of a diary entry, about how much that sucked, being yelled at automatically, and then, when she could think of no more, she started writing the lyrics to her favorite songs. She always had something of a photographic memory. By the time they arrived at Parris Island, the notebook was filled. She stuffed it back into her backpack, and braced herself for more yelling. That’s when a DI jumped into the bus and started yelling. They’d have exactly fifteen seconds to get off the bus. Everyone was out in the allotted time, and where they were supposed to be. For more yelling. Finally, they were put into their barracks, and got settled in. Problem was, Kenadie was forced into a top bunk. It was fine, though. She had a harder time getting the stuff ready, but had fun jumping down from it.
The next several weeks were a true test of her physical and mental strength, will, and her devotion to the Corps.
» After boot camp, she went on a training mission with some other MPs-in-training to Korea. She was almost the lowest in command, but that was fine—she didn’t know what she was doing, so she was content to watch others, and figure things out from there. They stopped in front of a warehouse-like building, and the COs split them into groups of three. Kenadie and two other people were told to go in first. As soon as they walked in, Kenadie saw something shiny on the ceiling. She had the other two give her a boost, so she could climb onto the rafters, and get to the top. Once at the top, she found a fake bomb the trainers had made, to help them, she assumed, and reached to get it. But then she slipped, and just barely managed to grab onto the rafter she’d been on, dangling down. Her rifle fell off her belt, and hit the floor. The safety was turned off, and once hitting the floor, it fired once, hitting one of her partners in the stomach. That partner fell to the floor, and the other ran out to get help. Kenadie climbed down as quickly as she could, but her partner was dead by the time help arrived. After a short investigation, it was determined that yes, it was an accident, and Kenadie wasn’t charged with murder. Sure, she felt really guilty, but she wouldn’t let it get in the way of her duties. There were other random training missions, though none of them were that eventful again. She was assigned to a duty station just outside here, where she trains with other, and anxiously awaits a duty assignment with the MP overseas. She loves what she does, and can’t imagine life with a civilian job.
» Unfortunately, though, she had to get a civilian job- the reserves don’t pay as much as active duty, and since the USMC placed her on reserve duty, she needed something to do- both for fun and because she needed the money. So she decided to try for another job she'd always wanted to do- being a police officer. She took the exam, which she passed with flying colors. And now, she is a rookie for the local police station.
» Now-a-days, Kenadie spends most of her time chilling out at home, or out with Adrian- who she is close to, still- or, obviously, working. She always seems to be happy with whatever she's doing, and only rarely is she visibly unhappy with a day at work- inside, she's often upset, by why give others the satisfaction of knowing what pisses her off?
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your alias- Rojyazu/Tater/God/Tater-God
where you found us- Bitch, I created “us”!
other characters- A bunch. >_>
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