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Rachel beamed up at her second mother with a smile. It should have been strange to her, to have two mothers and no father figure especially after having one of each prior to Kendra taking her in, but really... She was a child who was loved and cared for and there were men around, so it wasn't like it mattered.
One really should question the wisdom of having such protective men and fiercely independent women around her... But she didn't even think about that.
“Pink and Green!” The little girl's cry came almost immediately, joyous in all forms, beginning to dash down the corridors excitedly, peeking into all the rooms.
Kendra Anona
A positive rainbow of optimism defined by her yellow headband. Mated to Hope Anona and adopted mother of Rachel Lawrence.
a character in “A Place to Call Home”, as played by Imehal
Last seen at: Country Home
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Description
Not mine and never will be.
Appearance:
The first thing people noticed was the bright yellow headband that pushed her long auburn fringe back away from her face, presumably to allow her to see clearly when she worked. A silence had descended over the corridor as the staff watched her curiously, realising with a startling clarity that her slightly larger than normal grey eyes were observing them as well, an inquisitive spark setting them alight as if she was staring into candlelight. Her face was smudged with ink and graphite, suggesting that she had indeed been working on a project, as the roll of paper in her hand gave testament to. No one had been expected her to be quite so..., well, short, but small she was, not even reaching five foot five by estimated guesses, but her physique was quite athletic, suggesting that prior to her appointment she had liked to keep fit.
Only now did people pay attention to her clothing, which was remarkably simple – a navy t-shirt, emerald green combats partnered with rainbow trainers, her brightly coloured ensemble already marking her in the minds of everyone. Later, only her yellow headband would remain constant, her unique style gone in favour of practical clothes, though still in vibrant hues but no one would forget their first sight of her, as even though the sunny clothes vanished, her sunny personality remained.
If she is not in her workshop clothes (which largely consist of her yellow headband, dark coloured shirts and various loose trousers) - which is a rare thing; then she favours colourful knee length skirts partnered with leggings or tights with small low-heeled tan boots. Her upper body clothing can be anything from a long sleeved top and waistcoat, to a frilly blouse. Her hair is mostly worn low down, normally in a plait or braid in the workshop and a loose ponytail everywhere else.
As most of her time is spent indoors, it is no real surprise that Kendra’s complexion is incredibly fair, which is only highlighted by her yellow headband and constantly smudge ridden face and hands.
About a year into her first job, Kendra found herself bored one evening and on her own, pierced her own ears in her bathroom, emerging the next day with a set of hammered silver circles as earrings, which she has never been known to touch, except during the first six weeks of healing and have never been removed.
Personality:
It is incredibly accurate to describe Kendra as an optimist; always able to find the upside to any situation, though she is not naive enough to believe that everyone is good. This attitude originated from her mother’s belief that if you always found a reason to smile – even in times of strife – you would always be able to do your best. Her inspirational creativity forms a part of her personality that is core to her sunny nature, her mind working in a freakish manner, her bizarre logic allowing her to connect dots faster than most people. Of course, she gets stressed like any person with a considerable job to fulfil, but Kendra battles through with the support of a fantastic team of friends and supporters. This being said, there has not been a recorded incident of Kendra ever getting angry, although she has been rather famously known for the degree of silent treatment she can dole out if she is annoyed. Also, nothing tends to get designed if she’s in a mood; well it does, but it takes a few days longer. Her skills are considerable, but not impossible to match.
Likes:
If you asked the bright Kendra what her favourite things were, you would potentially be sat in exactly the same chair for about four hours, as there is not much that Kendra does not like. If pressed Kendra would first tell you that she loves her job most of all, especially seeing the completed product, whether it was a building, weapon or truck. Secondly, she would pronounce her love for drawing with more traditional equipment, discarding more advanced technologies for graphite and a board, moving onto the more accessible technologies once she is past the first stages of design. Lastly, but by no means least, the young architect would tell you that her third favourite thing is being able to be herself and be respected despite her personality because of her talents.
Dislikes:
Weapons. Kendra dislikes every weapon she makes, knowing they are a necessary evil and required to live the way they want to but Kendra has no love of combat, preferring to create ways of defending the city than trying to deal with the threat head-on. Lying is second on her list of peeves, because lying doesn’t solve anything, often only exacerbating a problem beyond manageable levels, creating stress that didn’t need to exist. There is also no fondness in Kendra’s heart for those who feel to protect their home that they need to be stoic and unfeeling, believing that the strongest weapon that you can have is your conviction to protect your home and people, not quite understanding that military personnel are quite skilled at masking emotions.
Equipment:
Despite being the co-designer of many of the wondrous technologies that benefit the modern day world, Kendra herself does not own any particularly advanced equipment, excluding her workshop utensils and her personal communicator, which she has affectionately named Archie. This communicator has been with her since she began her career within the world of enigneering design, adapted over time to suit her needs. Its most recent tweaks involve the ability to be able to contact any public communicator – whether it is a telephone or instant messenger – allowing her to receive requests easily. It also allows her to keep track of important events , as she spends a great deal of her time within the workshop floor, leaving most of the field work to others who are more comfortable travelling outside the complex. It is DNA activated; enabling only Kendra to use it and so she stores a great number of her unfinished and finished plans on it, rather than on her workshop computer. It is the size of a modern iPhone, the slim technology allowing it to be portable.
The newest addition to Archie is a small stun gun, giving Kendra a method of defence, as she is not very physically inclined.
Kendra’s only weaponry is Archie, though the compound she lives within is quite secure.
History:
Everyone suspects that her gift is a miracle and most people do not know how she was discovered by the Government. Kendra Lawrence and her family know how the Government find their architects, though even after twenty-seven years of life, why she has been blessed with the gift is a mystery.
Up until her fifth year in the world, Kendra Lawrence had a relatively normal upbringing, except that she didn’t really do the things that normal children did, which baffled her parents and teachers. Instead of playing with toys and engaging socially with her peers, the young prodigy could speak with the grace and intelligence of a fourteen year old and spent her time designing toys with crayons and paper, then constructing them perfectly with either building blocks or other materials. It was only when Kendra started school that her unusual behaviour was fully recognised by those around her and that attracted the attention of the officials who approached Kendra’s parents, informing them that she had been ‘blessed’ with a rare talent; a flair for architectural and engineering designs. However, the downside would be that although her creativity and intellect would develop steadily over time, it be would virtually impossible for Kendra to learn normal things, like how to ride a bike and how to be socially ‘normal’. This was the price paid for her genius and it was not a voluntary cost. Her parents were understandably distressed by the news and when they begged that the officials not take Kendra away yet, the officials looked perplexed.
”Mrs Lawrence, it was not our intention today to take away your daughter, as currently our staff are well and perfectly able to do their job for a good number of years yet. This meeting was purely informative. The earliest that we will be asking Kendra to come to the company when she is twelve to learn the ropes.”
True to their word, they left soon after they had arrived, leaving Kendra and her parents with much to consider, but it was Kendra who was the first to react, beginning to cry. ”Is it true? Am I not going to be able to go on bike rides with James?”
Her mother smiled sadly, her tears falling silently as she embraced her daughter, whispering, “If you want to ride a bike, we can teach you. It might take you a lot longer than your brother, but we will teach you.”
Her parents knew that their daughter was incredibly special and would go on to do great things as an architect, but as well as nurturing her natural talents over the next seven years, they strived to teach her all the things that a normal child would do that she found impossible, including riding a bike. Those seven years were the most precious to her parents, her house blueprints taking up residence alongside her older brother’s high school grades on the fridge. Her stunningly sunny attitude developed over these years, created through an amalgamation of her mother’s own personality and her overwhelming ability to find a way to do things, despite others being unable, which was part of her gift – finding possibilities in impossibilities.
It was slightly after her twelfth birthday that Kendra was finally approached to go to the workshop floor, a request that she accepted readily on the condition that her parents came with her the first time. That condition was met and that day she met Head Architect Anderson, her future mentor and brother figure. But it was not Kendra who was in awe of Geoffrey, though there was no denying that she was in awe of the Technical Wing; no, it was the Head Architect who found himself astounded by his young successor. Geoffrey had been unable to begin nurturing his gift until he was around eighteen years old due to a poor background and a late discovery. In stark contrast, Kendra’s gift had been carefully taken care of as soon as she was old enough to draw and learn, meaning that she had a good grip on her talents by her twelfth birthday, though she was still just as clueless as to how her gift worked. It just did.
Her new life began that day, taking up permanent quarters within the company's compound, although she was free to see her parents and brother whenever she liked, maintaining that strong family link whilst she adjusted to life alongside Architect Geoffrey, finding herself given the name Junior Architect by the staff there because of her age. It wasn’t so much a taught learning experience during her time there; but more like a constant development, discovering things as she worked as well as through Geoffrey’s life experiences, growing through her teenage years into the role she would take on in her twentieth year when Geoffrey died of natural causes. Sadness overcame Kendra for a time as she grieved, before coming to realise the legacy that had been left in their predecessor’s stead.
By this time, Kendra had a small control over her gift, knowing the different sensations that she felt when she was creating a blueprint for different types of items.
The lowest point in Kendra’s life so far is the death of her parents in the year 2015, five years before the present day. Born into a district that is on the border of Newcastle, Kendra was delivered the news that her parents’ district had been attacked and many people taken, both of her parents missing, her brother saved by the God’s graces as he was visiting her at the compound at the time of the attack. It was only hours before her parents’ bodies were recovered, completely unrecognisable and Kendra vowed to protect her brother and the people of Eden better than she had put an effort into the past, neglecting the defences in favour of developing Eden’s everyday technology. The spiked walls are a result of research that Head Architect Anderson had started and that Kendra strove to complete before her twenty-sixth birthday, having it installed days afterwards, satisfied that it would offer sufficient protection whilst she designed more permanent security efforts amongst her regular duties.
At twenty-seven, Kendra can help design generic buildings and technologies within hours, delivering the blueprints to Fausto before embarking on another task, but this architect finds the true joy in her talent when designing unique weapons, new buildings or technology, though she loves all parts of her job. The elation she gains from designing and creation is something that has kept her sustained over the years, the amount of work she has to go through preventing her from having a truly normal life, but Kendra considers it a willing sacrifice for the job she loves.
~*~*~*~*~
Recently, Kendra has met Fox, a pilot who crashed beside the lake outside Wing City and Lucian, a gentleman Sentinel from another world.
Kendra Anona's Story
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It was a while before Rachel stopped darting from door to door, oohing and ahhing. It was such a big house and some of the bedrooms were nearly as large as half of Gambit's. She eventually paused at the three door on the right, creamy coloured that would no doubt be brightly coloured one day with stickers.
She just managed to reach the brass doorknob and turned it, revealing a sight that made the little girl positively beam. This was the one.
It was divided into two sections by a white curtain, which only further lit up the room after the giant bay window, which conquered the entire outer wall. This room didn't come with a bathroom, though there was one just down the hall – a family bathroom.
All her toys would fit in here and maybe even that dollhouse she'd seen Mummy Kendra designing. “Mummy Hope, can I have this one?” she queried excitedly, turning to face her mother with bright hope in her eyes.
She just managed to reach the brass doorknob and turned it, revealing a sight that made the little girl positively beam. This was the one.
It was divided into two sections by a white curtain, which only further lit up the room after the giant bay window, which conquered the entire outer wall. This room didn't come with a bathroom, though there was one just down the hall – a family bathroom.
All her toys would fit in here and maybe even that dollhouse she'd seen Mummy Kendra designing. “Mummy Hope, can I have this one?” she queried excitedly, turning to face her mother with bright hope in her eyes.
Rachel dashed to the bay window excitedly, pressing her face and hands up against the glass as only a young child could do, smudging the glass remarkably well. Indeed, Snow's 'Ice Cream Truck' was visible across the way, though the Dark would adamantly refuse to claim ownership.
That disaster was Steph's, but Rachel knew none of that, crowing delightedly and pointing. “This is really our home now; we'll stay here forever?”
That disaster was Steph's, but Rachel knew none of that, crowing delightedly and pointing. “This is really our home now; we'll stay here forever?”
Kendra Anona Rachel half-shrieked in happiness as her mother scooped her up, nodding and smiling delightedly. “Ever and ever!” she cried out, arms reaching out for a hug from Hope.
“Can... can I have a park in the garden?” she asked with enthusiasm. Oh gracious, this was going to be a spoiled child.
“Can... can I have a park in the garden?” she asked with enthusiasm. Oh gracious, this was going to be a spoiled child.
Kendra Anona Rachel beamed, wriggling happily, glowing with simple joy. “A tree house? Really?” She hugged her mother tightly. “Thank you, thank you – thank you! You're one of the best mummies ever!”
The compliment made Rachel glow with appreciation, cuddling her mother. Home was safe and fun and this innocent child was largely oblivious to all that went on around her and what she did hear, Mummy Kendra told her not to worry about.
So she didn't. Her mummies knew best.
So she didn't. Her mummies knew best.
Kendra Anona is here!
Kendra Anona has just set Rachel down for her afternoon nap and Henry was playing outside with Steph. Bless the man, he was getting anxious and she was doing all she could to keep him distracted. Luckily, getting him to handle kids seemed to work pretty well so far.
Currently, she was washing dishes in the rather large country style kitchen, forgoing the dishwasher that they had built-in. She was definitely a housewife at heart.
Currently, she was washing dishes in the rather large country style kitchen, forgoing the dishwasher that they had built-in. She was definitely a housewife at heart.
Kendra Anona really didn't like the sound of that, turning in her partner's embrace, frowning, still wiping a dish dry. “I sincerely doubt that, unless you went and gave our daughter to another grenade wielding stranger,” she chuckled, setting the dish down on the side with a ceramic clink on top the others.
Her hands settled over Hope's shoulders, clasping loosely at the back of the Shifter's neck.
Her hands settled over Hope's shoulders, clasping loosely at the back of the Shifter's neck.
Kendra Anona blinked, before laughing out loud at the speed with which her mate had spoken. “Slow down darling,” she urged, not even trying to decipher the... “Norrington?”
She wasn't sure whether to feel shocked or outraged, carefully playing back the rest of the sentence in her mind, falling backwards against the counter, a hand gripping it nervously. “Did you kiss him... or he you?”
She wasn't sure whether to feel shocked or outraged, carefully playing back the rest of the sentence in her mind, falling backwards against the counter, a hand gripping it nervously. “Did you kiss him... or he you?”
It was impossible to for her to hide the sheer mortification, shaking her head in near disbelief. This wasn't happening... “I... When?” She choked out the words, looking deeply wounded. Kendra herself had pushed him away immediately but Hope had... oh God.
With speed of mind that Kendra hadn't known she possessed, she calculated that to be... after Norrington had done the same to her. Her reaction was instantaneous, shaking her head in disbelief. “He tried to do the same to me; just before he tried it with you. When I see him next... I'll... I'll!”
He had not only made her feel bad for rejecting him, but then he had tried it on with Hope. That... just wasn't acceptable! “Sweetheart,” she soothed, her hands caressing her mate lovingly, trying to calm her. “It wasn't your fault, okay?”
He had not only made her feel bad for rejecting him, but then he had tried it on with Hope. That... just wasn't acceptable! “Sweetheart,” she soothed, her hands caressing her mate lovingly, trying to calm her. “It wasn't your fault, okay?”
Kendra Anona smiled down at her mate, all smiles and comfort for her, forcing her outrage into another recess until she came across Norrington next. “I know... I know... it's okay; there's no need to cry. I believe you,” she reassured, rocking Hope gently in her arms.
Kendra Anona gave a rather dark smile that was reminiscent of their Darks, neither shaking or nodding her head. “I'm disappointed and hurt that you kissed him back my heart, don't ever dispute that, but... I can't get angry at you for falling for his show when I did the same.”
She carefully left out the part where she had almost jumped off the water torrent to get away from him, looking pained for a moment. “Besides, how would I punish you any more than it seems you've done yourself? You need comfort and support from me, not rejection.”
She carefully left out the part where she had almost jumped off the water torrent to get away from him, looking pained for a moment. “Besides, how would I punish you any more than it seems you've done yourself? You need comfort and support from me, not rejection.”
Kendra Anona took Hope against her with a smile, holding her tightly. “You're welcome and stop apologising; in any language!” she urged, running a hand through Hope's hair. Nothing else mattered in that moment other than making her mate feel okay.
Kendra Anona is here!
Kendra Anona was leaning against the doorframe to the play room, mustering up the courage to speak to her mate, knowing it wasn't going to be a fun conversation. Despite everything, she did like spending time with Norrington but... she wanted to be with Hope alone.
Sharing... wasn't in her, not when it came to that sense. “Dear heart,” she whispered, watching her love redress the dolls that Rachel seemed to enjoy stripping down. Their little girl hadn't quite got the grasp of putting the clothes back on yet. “Can you come outside for a minute?”
Sharing... wasn't in her, not when it came to that sense. “Dear heart,” she whispered, watching her love redress the dolls that Rachel seemed to enjoy stripping down. Their little girl hadn't quite got the grasp of putting the clothes back on yet. “Can you come outside for a minute?”
The young woman returned the kiss gently, smiling weakly as she realised quite how lucky she was to have such good friends around her, even if making her do the right thing meant... “I'm not happy,” she admitted, grey eyes sliding closed as she tried to cover her face with her hands.
This was worse than she had imagined.
This was worse than she had imagined.
“I don't want to make anyone else unhappy... everything would be alright I thought... but then I spoke with Lucian and he...” She hiccuped, leaning into the embrace, taking both strength and love from it. “I thought I could bear this one discomfort for you. Your happiness is more important to me than anything!”
She took in a deep breath and then, slowly drew her face up from her hands, thankfully not crying yet. “I know Norrington means no harm but... you're my mate. No one else's. I'm so sorry.”
She took in a deep breath and then, slowly drew her face up from her hands, thankfully not crying yet. “I know Norrington means no harm but... you're my mate. No one else's. I'm so sorry.”
Kendra Anona stared at her mate like she'd never seen her before, blinking before a slow smile crept across her lips. It wasn't particularly strong or a happy smile but still, it was something. “I... Oh Hope,” she mumbled out, her hands finally reaching around the Shifter to hug her fiercely, burying her head against her shoulder.
“Thank you, my dear heart.” Her words were breathed but earnestly meant. “I will in the future; I just... there's so much going on and by comparison... I didn't want to distract you.”
“Thank you, my dear heart.” Her words were breathed but earnestly meant. “I will in the future; I just... there's so much going on and by comparison... I didn't want to distract you.”
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