Shannon Amelia Kennedy

[Shannon Kennedy]

[SHANNON] [-Amelia-] [KENNEDY]


[Waking up I see that everything is OK. The first time in my life and now it's so great]

Full name: Shannon Amelia Kennedy
Alias: Chamuel
Race: Angel
Planet of Origin: Heaven
Age: In human years, 6.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight—she’s only six.
Affiliation: Undecided
Play by: Abigail Breslin
Fandom: Original—Supernatural based.



Personality:

Shannon was an extremely isolated girl before arriving in South Dakota. She had few friends so her social skills are a tad behind everyone else her own age. But, she is able to keep a chipper disposition about her. Her ability to find good in everything is outstanding and extremely mature for a girl of her age. She is able to see good in the darkest times—which was why she was so drawn to the Master.

She likes to imagine things, alternate realities. Her stuffed animals are her closest friends—next to the Master and Delta. She doesn’t find it odd that her best friend is a robot. Because she can’t remember her angelic past, she is completely human. She bleeds, and is vulnerable just like every other human in the world.


Appearance:

Shannon has long, light brown hair. It has a golden tint to it in the light—like her mother’s hair. She has hazel eyes that can change colors on a whim with her mood. She likes to wear pink, purple or aquamarine clothes. And she’s typically snuggling a stuffed dolphin that she found in the TARDIS. Her eyes are usually wide when she’s taking in her surroundings.

Scars: A long white scar on her knee. She doesn’t remember where it came from. It was actually when she was a toddler and trying to run away from Nanny Augusta.
Tattoos or piercings: None—she’s six.
Distinguishing features: Her large, soulful eyes. Her vibrant laugh.

Strengths: (At least 5)
*Is an Archangel
*Trusting
*Hopeful
*Strong-willed
*Determined

Weaknesses: (At least 5)
*Trusting
*Unable to remember her past
*Innocent
*Fragile
*Locked in a human body with no powers

Likes: (At least 5)
*Dolphins
*The Master
*Delta
*Humming
*The TARDIS

Dislikes: (At least 5)
*Being alone
*Remembering bad things
*The color yellow
*Losing people
*Being lost

Notable Artillery: Her Archangel abilities—particularly her skills in wielding an angel blade. Allows people to love themselves.
Family:
Human Father: David Andrew Kennedy -- deceased
Human Mother: Amelia Margaret Smith Kennedy -- deceased
Human Nanny: Augusta Rose Martin -- deceased



History:

David and Amelia Kennedy had been on the brink of divorce when they were suddenly pregnant with what the doctors’ described as their little miracle. Nine months of an extremely bizarre pregnancy later, they were the somewhat proud parents of a healthy baby girl they named Shannon Amelia. Shannon wasn’t exactly what they had been thinking of when they were thinking of ways to save their marriage. It was trying to get pregnant that had ruined their relationship in the first place.

Not to say that they hadn’t loved their little girl. They had adored her from the minute she was born. They just didn’t have the time for her. So, they hired a family friend to be her live-in nanny and be the parents that she needed. Amelia returned to work after only two weeks at home with Shannon. And the responsibilities of raising the infant went to Augusta Martin, a lovely British woman with a fiery personality. She had lost her two sons to war, and doted on the little girl.

Nanny was both her mother and father. She kissed her booboos, rocked her to sleep, taught her how to walk and ride a bike. Shannon’s fondest memories were with her Nanny. She was the only one to see Shannon for the gifted little girl she was. She was also the one to comfort the girl when nightmarish memories of her angelic past started to resurface. Which left her scared out of her wits and sobbing for anyone to save her. Leave it to Nanny who was responsible for calming her fears.

Yep, everything was normal. Until one fateful evening about three weeks ago. Shannon had just been driven home by Nanny and was fast asleep in the backseat of the car after a long day of school and dance class. When Nanny had been surprised to see David and Amelia’s cars in the driveway. It was only a little after six, it was a little odd to see their cars any time before 9 at the earliest. Nanny carried the little girl inside to find David and Amelia dead on the floor. Blood everywhere. She didn’t know how to react, but she awoke little Shannon with her gasp. Shannon saw her parents on the ground. She jumped from Nanny’s arms to try and revive the obviously dead pair. When two men with black eyes rounded the corner. Nanny told Shannon to run to her room as fast as she could. Shannon did as she was told, because Nanny had assured her that she would be right behind her. Shannon turned around one second too soon and saw the black-eyed man shove a blood-covered knife into Nanny’s chest. She saw the blood pour out from the wound, and even heard herself scream for Nanny. The man instructed his partner to capture the little girl—they had orders.

When suddenly, she got the inspiration to turn around. She placed her palm on the man’s head and killed him with a bright flash of light. She killed the other man just like him. Shannon ran to Nanny’s side and held her hand as she died. The last words on Nanny’s lips were, “I love you,”. Shannon cried for a long time before she realized that she had to run someplace that she felt safe. All of her places in town were gone. So, she just started running. She didn’t pack a coat or anything, she just started to run. It rained heavily for at least part of the trip.

Shannon was cold, tired, and wet by the time she made it to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. And it was there that she found the Master playing in the dirt. She didn’t know why she trusted him, she just did. It was like her secret instincts just told her that it would be okay to trust him. She talked to him—it had been the first thing she’d spoken in weeks.

She adored him. She trusted him. She wanted to stay with him forever.

Role Play Sample: Stellan glanced down at the sketchpad again, and blushed a little. The way Sophie had worded her question was almost like she was in awe of his talent or something. He didn’t personally think that he was all that talented. But apparently somebody had to. He blushed a little more.
Suddenly, Sophie’s phone vibrated. It made Stellan flinch, and crack a smile when he saw Sophie jump. His phone didn’t shoot out at people like Sophie’s did. He was forever grateful for that fact. It’d be obnoxiously scary.
“Uh… my mom taught me how to draw when I was seven or so…” he said shyly.
Really, Sophie’s question had been so softly uttered that he’d barely heard her. Why was she still afraid of him? Then again, at 6’2, he was kind of frightening. Until you got to know him, that is. Stellan wasn’t really threatening at all when you got right down to it.
He glanced back up, and away. Grabbing his pencil, he began to sketch things. He randomly sketched a cupcake. The sprinkles were fine; the frosting looked nice and fluffy. Stellan loved cupcakes. Growing up, his mom would always make them for him whenever he was upset or something.
Suddenly, he really wanted a cupcake.
Not just any cupcakes. His mom’s. That’s right, Stellan wanted to fly all the way back to Alabama for a damn cupcake. It’d be totally worth it, right? No? Well, who asked YOU? Oh wait…Stellan did.
Pulling out of his little trance, Stellan jumped a little. He was always doing that. He was always daydreaming, and being suddenly pulled out of them by the harsh reality. Reality sucked, in all honesty. It was Stellan’s lifelong dream to live in his dreams, and stay out of reality forever.
Sure, he’d miss his family and his friends by staying in the dream world. But, they could come with him! Well…except for dear old Dad and big bro Rawson. They can stay in reality. It wouldn’t bother Stellan in the slightest. He laughed a little inside when he thought of his big brother and father being left behind. “Where’d everybody go?” they’d wonder. I wonder if they’d ever figure out that everyone will be in my imagination…with me… I doubt it…
Stellan laughs a little more, this time a little sadder. He hates that his dad hates him. He hates that he’s constantly compared to the amazing Rawson, and feeling like he’s the worst son in the history of the planet.
This time, the laughs are audible and tears are threatening his vision. Oh boy…here we go…

[The Master]

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