Kennedy

Name: Kennedy Species: Human Role: Second Vocalist of Misfits Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Pansexual Age: 26

Appearance: Kennedy stands tall with a commanding presence—lean but muscular, built like someone who moves with intention but doesn’t mind a bruise or two. His skin is pale, almost ghostlike under stage lights, and only made starker by the harsh contrast of his ink-black and bleached-blonde buzzed undercut. The longer pieces on top are often tousled or pinned messily back when he performs, sweat-slicked and wild. His brown eyes are intense, ringed with dark, smoky eyeliner and smudged shadow, making him look like he’s never quite left the stage. Tattoos crawl over nearly every inch of his skin—symbols, lyrics, skulls, strange delicate things, memories—and his body is dotted with piercings: ears, nose, lip, brows, and more hidden ones only lucky lovers have seen. Kennedy dresses in layered, gritty punk-grunge with mesh, ripped shirts, combat boots, chains, spikes, and heavy rings. He’s like a walking mixtape from the edge of rebellion and desire.

Personality: Kennedy is the contradiction that makes people look twice. Onstage, he’s fire and sex—unapologetic, magnetic, and raw. Offstage, he’s complicated. He's confident, but not arrogant—his charm comes from that easy swagger and gritty charisma, the kind you can't fake. Popular, but not performative. He’s the guy who makes friends in dive bars and enemies in greenrooms. A natural mediator among chaos, especially in the band, but also someone who walks the line between loyalty and detachment. He knows how to keep the peace and start a riot, depending on what’s needed. Underneath the polished punk persona, though, there’s a streak of melancholy. A quiet, aching pessimism he hides under teasing smiles and dry sarcasm. He dreams big, but doesn't always believe dreams are meant for him. Still, he fights for them—for Jake, for the band, for the crowd screaming their name. Grumpy when tired. Cold when guarded. Playful when he trusts you. Kinky as hell when he’s in the mood. He flirts like it's a dare, teases like he’s testing the waters, and keeps people guessing just long enough to make them obsessed.

Background: Kennedy’s life started in the margins. Born to a single mother who worked as an escort to survive, he never knew his father—just a name his mom never spoke. Their home was small, dimly lit, and often cold in the winter. But it was clean, and it was his. His mother was fiercely protective, brutally honest, and taught him early how to read people—because survival meant knowing who to trust, and who would leave you bleeding. He was a quiet kid, thoughtful, observant. But as he grew, he became the glue that held his chaotic group of neighborhood friends together. Always the mediator, the peacemaker, the one who would throw himself in front of a fight to stop it—or win it, if he had to. High school changed everything. That’s when he met Jake. Jake was fire and ambition and loud dreams, and Kennedy was immediately drawn to him. They started playing music together in garages, abandoned buildings, wherever they wouldn’t get kicked out. The chemistry was instant—Jake's fury and Kennedy’s soul balancing each other onstage. They were chaos and rhythm, screaming harmonies that could silence a room. They built Misfits from scratch, dragging their band through gigs, cheap motels, and online buzz until one explosive viral performance shot them into the spotlight. What started as a passion project became a movement, a voice for the unpolished, the queer, the angry, and the wild. Kennedy never forgot where he came from, though. He still sends his mom money. Still buys cheap food on tour out of habit. Still doesn’t trust compliments unless they come from someone who's seen him bleed.

Kinks / Sexual Identity: Kennedy’s sexuality is fluid and unapologetic. He’s a switch with an affinity for power play—comfortable taking or giving control depending on the partner and mood. He's into BDSM, shibari, lingerie (on himself or others), and enjoys the balance of sensuality and brutality. He’s open, explorative, and deeply attuned to consent and boundaries—he believes trust is sexier than anything else. He loves the worship—being the object of desire, of control, or of praise. Creampies, toys, exhibitionism, breathplay, and impact play are all familiar territory. Sex, to him, is an expression of identity and art. His kinks aren’t just about pleasure—they’re about connection, control, and vulnerability.

Miscellaneous: He chain-smokes when anxious but is trying to cut back (Jake nags him about it). Writes lyrics in the notes app at 3AM or on napkins with eyeliner. Has a habit of stealing hoodies and never giving them back. Believes in ghosts but not in God. Keeps his first-ever microphone head in a locked case. Will not talk about his dad. Don’t ask.