AKANU, konani luka

[konani luka akanu]

NAME: Konani Luka Akanu
AGE: Twenty-Two
HEIGHT: Six foot two
WEIGHT: One hundred and eighty pounds
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HAIR COLOR: Brunette
ETHNICITY: Hawaiian/American
LIKES:

drinking, flirting, base, dancing, working out, work, flirting, dares, horror movies, soccer, surfing, peanut m&m’s, anything spicy, the drive in, sleeping in late, porn, bonfires, college girls, jet skis, sun bathing, cash, his hair, mirrors, mythology

DISLIKES:

being cut off, fruity drinks, being insulted, ugly girls, fat chicks, losing, being cold, clothing, waking up early, nagging, babysitting, angry boyfriends, no service, bad hair days, golf, too much makeup

SECRETS:

[x] he appreciates good looking guys more than he’d admit, aka he’s bisexual
[x] can’t go a day without looking in a mirror
[x] says he’s allergic to latex to get out of wearing condoms
[x] has a soft spot for cats and quiet girls

GRADE AND/OR OCCUPATION: Bouncer
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
PLAY BY PLAY: Kyle Ledeboer

PERSONALITY:

atleast two paragraphs, five sentences each with your characters personality.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Honolulu, Oahu, HI
DATE OF BIRTH: April 29th
FINANCIAL STATUS: Well Off
FATHER: Keanu Akanu
MOTHER: Alani Akanu
SIBLINGS:

[x] Maylea Anna Akanu;; Female.Twenty.Twin
[x] Maleko ----- Akanu;; Male.Twenty.Twin

HISTORY:

Do we really have to do this everytime I come in here? You should be used to it by now. Why not just ask my father? On second thought, lets not. I’d rather not deal with him today. This is all off the record? Alright good. My name’s Konani Luka Akanu and I’m nineteen years of age. I was born to Keanu Akanu, a decorated member of the Honolulu Police Department, and Alani Akanu, a former model turned business owner. I was the first out of three so I sort of prepped them for the twins. They like them better, I’m almost positive. I don’t blame them though, I’ve always been a handful. Even during birth, I wasn’t one to mind. I came out almost a month earlier than planned. My due date was May 25th, but on April 29th about twenty-two years ago there I was. Kicking and screaming.

My infacy isn’t something I can remember. If you can remember yours, you’re either a liar or a fucking freak. I know my mom was pulling her hair out from my crying and my dad liked to sleep at the station to avoid it. Loving parents, huh? No, they love me in their own weird way I think. They have just as much trouble showing it to me as I do them. When I could walk, as stories say, I was into everything. Cabinets, food, paint, I think dad mentioned me getting ahold of his gun once. Mom went into such a frenzy she made him get rid of it for a week and when he didn’t right away she kicked him out. Says he was going through his cop crisis and would sleep with the thing. I got the shit beat out of me a couple years later for playing with it again. Spankings only went so far though. But rewind to age two when my siblings were born. Maylea and Maleko. I consider them both favorites, Lea being mom’s and Leko being dad’s. I can’t say I minded after I got into high school because they took the attention off of me, but as a kid? Well I can’t say I liked them too much.

Jealousy is a terrible thing, learned that early on, but that doesn’t mean it stopped me from trying to sell them at school when I was about five or six. The kid paid me fifty cents, a quarter for each. Don’t ask me how I got them onto the playground that day, no one knows, but my parents flipped shit. It wasn’t until we got a little older I stopped trying to give them away or ‘accidentally’ make them go to ‘sleep’. I had to be about about eight or nine cause the twins had just started school. I was out side at recess, we all went out at the same time, and some kid had been picking on Lea and made her cry. She was a bit chubby at the time, what kid wasn’t but he was teasing her about being fat. At five. So I could only do the brotherly thing when I saw her crying over by the double door, Leko at her side. I found the kid and pummeled him. He couldn’t open his eyes for a week and I almost got kicked out. That was the beautiful start to who I am now. Just don’t tell Lea that, haha. My dad used his power to sort of keep me at the school for a few more years, despite fight after fight after fight.

I pretty much lived in detention my entire school career. My parents bribed me to stay out of trouble. Anything and everything I wanted, I got as long as I didn’t smash another kid’s face in. Sometimes it worked…sometimes it didn’t. I’ve always had a nasty temper especially when it came to Maylea. But what about Maleko? Well I looked after him, but not in the extent I did Lea. He was always so obnoxious though. He looked up to me, especially in high school, but we’ve always been too different. He was the smart, intelligent one. The one going places, the one that was gonna get out of here. Me? Not so much. His constant attachment was obnoxious and there were more than a few times dad had to pull me off of him. It got to the point he could hold his own, but I always came out the winner. Even then…he still obsessed over me. I was his idol. Deviant that hated him or not. So in a weird way, I still love and respect my brother. I taught him how to defend himself and all that jazz at least. And no one but me touched him when we were in high school together. Or maylea. She had a hard time getting any guys while I was there and with Leko being a mini me, she was still just as bad off.

High school was fun though. I was arrested a few times and girls were plentiful. Mom and dad hated it, dad especially. They yelled and shouted…but after my freshman year they were done. They just didn’t care anymore. I got anything and everything I wanted, no questions ask, no attention even swung my way. Everything was about Maylea and Maleko. Obviously they’d given up on me, cut their loses and decided to make the other two somebodies. And they did, while I pissed around. I managed to graduate high school and they gave me the cash to move out. Arrests continued and I spent a couple of times in a cell before dad bailed me out. He made big things go away so…I’ve never been in the pen too long. I think you guys know that. I feel bad about it…but…I don’t know. Life was so unfulfilling after a while. Noelani was a bit of a relief though. I was nineteen and she was eighteen, still in high school and a year older than Maylea. We knew each other from a class or two and she was interested. What girl wasn’t? Anyways, we started screwing and we hang out often. Nothing was official, we still fucked around with other people, but she kept coming back. Until one day she didn’t. I liked her, I’ll admit, but I wouldn’t call it love. At that point though…I kinda wanted it to be. Especially when I heard Maylea talking about her to Maleko, saying one of the senior cheerleaders was pregnant. She didn’t say a name…but she didn’t have to.

I went to Noelani’s place that next morning…to see a moving van. I was walking up to it when she pulled me into some shrubs, kissing me deeply and saying goodbye. It might not have been mine…but…I felt like it was. I was almost positive just looking at her. She told me this was how it had to be. I broke. I spilled my guts in those bushes. Telling her we could work things out, that even though we weren’t in love but it could always happen if they tried. Told her I was willing to be a father and do something more with my time. I didn’t care what would happen. But that’s when her father grabbed me up by the collar and threw me onto the sidewalk. All I remember seeing is his fist flying at my face over and over as he called me a no good, disease ridden prick and told me how much I had disgraced his family by knocking up his only daughter.

I’m telling you, I didn’t lay a finger on him. I fuckin took it like a man, which is why my face is so fucked up. When the movers finally pulled him off of me, I could hardly open my eyes. Noelani, or the silhouette and voice told me it was her, proceeded to tell me, It was fun to fuck around but she needed someone mature to be a father to the baby, whether it was mine or not. That last part I added. She didn’t tell her old man she didn’t know who’s it was. It was mine to him cause she didn’t want him to know she was sleeping around. She couldn’t be with me, I was too much of a loser. I don’t know or care whether she meant it or not. I couldn’t see her face to tell. I just remember another punch connecting to my jaw…and waking up in here. Is that good enough for you? Fine. Call my father, lemme go lay down…

The police report was filed, but Konani wasn’t charge with anything. He really hadn’t done anything but make a full out of himself, something which he was never going to do again. So a couple years went by and he’s working as a bouncer at one of the club, still drinking and fighting. Not much has changed, but everynow and then he thinks about her and what it would have been like if things were different…right before he drinks his body weight in alcohol.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

see Colton Lee Wade.

NAME: Grant
EXPERIENCE: Seven yrs
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Jen