name: landon kennedy. age: seventeen years old. ethnicity: mix of hawaiian, puerto rican, and american. habitation: olympus drive manor [nantucket, ma], west wing. marital status: oh please. parents: jackson and felicia kennedy. siblings: arianna kennedy. close relatives: zell and samantha sloan ( uncle, aunt. ), sebastian and kodi sloan ( cousins. ), alison sloan ( aunt. ), sabrine kennedy ( aunt. ), alexander knight ( grandfather. ) god parent: julian davis. education: attending liberty high. extracurricular activities: writer for the school newspaper, the liberty torch. linebacker on the football team. height: six foot, two inches. eye color: hazel - green. popularity status: son of earths greatest hero, what do you think? allowance: weekly sum of one thousand dollars. curfew: midnight. tattoos: none. piercings: none. kindred spirits: brendan muldot, sebastian sloan.times in jail: three. favorite food: cajun shrimp pasta, chicken cordon bleu. favorite color: red.  known languages: english, hindi, arabic, farsi, latin. ias level: two of six.

astrological sign: ( leo. ) It's the Lion which symbolizes Leos, and the king (or queen) of the jungle is a most appropriate mascot, since these folks consider themselves the rulers of their universe (and the Zodiac at that). Like Lions, Leos tend to be dignified and strong, and it is this sense of their power which allows them to get things done. A Leo on your team is a good thing, since Lions are eager to see their projects through to completion. Putting these folks at the helm is a good thing, too, since the Leo-born are natural leaders. They may ruffle a few feathers along the way, however, since they can also be overbearing and somewhat autocratic. This may be in keeping with the Fixed Quality assigned to this Sign -- Lions are indeed opinionated and set in their ways. That said, they are well organized, idealistic and have a knack for inspiring others.


word of mouth: ``landon here. no clue what the name means, or who it was named after. i'm assuming it was just pulled together from some random book my parents were looking through, i never took the time to ask. it's better than being named 'percy' or something equally strange. what am i supposed to put here? oh, i'm a leo, i like long walks on the beach, fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, blah, blah, blah. and they wonder why i have an attitude problem when half of the things in the world is nonsense. so i'll start from my parents first and go round-table from there. there's my dad, the mayor -- the proverbial king of the city. ready for a confession? i'm so proud of him, insanely proud of him and what he's done. not only what he's done, but how he came up. poor farm boy, accepting this outrageous fate. sounds familiar. that's not something i'd really tell him, but i think he knows. he used to take me and the gang camping when we were younger, before `no mans land.` it was him and my uncle zell, everytime i'd complain he'd tell me it `builds character.` funny thing, i don't even know what the hell that means. i can get away with things with uncle zell though, but my dad knows everything i do anyway. perks of being in a high position is the power to get spies. atleast i think those're what they are. not like i'm committing high treason or anything, just subjecting myself to monotonous stupidity time and time again. my reasoning? you're only seventeen once. now my mom, she's just an amazing person in my opinion. if you're gonna get a girlfriend, the best ones are the ones like your mother. and after trying to get rid of my younger sister, arianna, from the earlier days of my life, she sort of grew on my as i got older. now she's just as part of me as my partners in crime, sebastian and brendan. more sebastian, because we're attached at the hip. things aren't fun if you do it alone. you have to have someone there to put the blame on, or share a cell with. now i sound like as much as a fudgepacer as being named `percy,` but in short, we're what you'd call a close-knit family. though i may not be the wally cleaver of the bunch, `blacksheep` fits me fine. every once in a while i'll get to travel with my parents to different places because the united nations can't handle their own damn business. i get to travel with the council, too. most of which i grew up with, like monica, and my god father, julian. alot of my dads' and uncle's friends have ( penis-less ) kids, some marked `forbidden fruit.` call it a `baby boom,` liberty high and the other stuck-ups are teeming with them. only the crafty could infiltrate the garden of eden. when they're not .. saving kittens and helping old ladies across the street. tell a girl you're the mayors son, and it's an i.p.d. instant panty dropper. tell them you feed orphans in third world countries, and they won't let you see the sun come up. i guess being the delinquent offspring of political powers has it's own perks.``