[b]Name:[/b] Kenna Vagen.

[b]Age:[/b] 16 ½ 

[b]Gender:[/b] Female.

[b]Nationality:[/b] British.

[b]Years as a Runner:[/b] 6 months.

[b]Description of appearance (and outfit):[/b] Kenna is an exceptionally ordinary looking person, she easily blends in and as such she’s not one to stick out in a crowd – but she prefers it that way. She’s quite short for her age, barely scraping five foot, and people often don’t believe her when she says she’s nearly seventeen. Regardless of the amount she eats, Kenna always remains slim and lithe; therefore she’s quite a quick person and is able to run surprisingly fast for someone with such small legs. 
 Typical of most Brits, Kenna has remarkably pale skin despite her months spent roaming the rooftops with her fellow runners. She has a round yet slender and rather child-like face with a small nose, which only emphasised her youth, and she also, in her opinion, has quite a big head. Her hair is quite a dark, mahogany brown and falls around her face and to the base of her neck in an unruly mop, always managing to get in her way no matter what she did with it. And her eyes were an almost startling shade of green, with a darker ring around the outer edge. Over her months spent in Runner training, she had accumulated her own conglomeration of cut and bruises, particularly around her elbows, forearms and knees. Despite her extensive training, however, she has built up very little muscle, so she rarely – if ever – relies on strength, instead using her speed to get her out of trouble.
Kenna wore mismatched fingerless gloves; her left hand was covered with a red and white glove while her right was blue and white – originally she had worn both red, but she had ripped one during runner training and decided she liked the oddness. She wore an ordinary red shirt, a small design of headphones on the bottom corner with music notes floating up from it, diagonally across her torso and up to the opposite shoulder. Held in place with a simple black belt, she wore simple, loose-fitting, beige combat pants that stopped just past her knees, decorated with more zips and pockets than she knew what to do with. In the back pocket of her pants, she kept a picture of herself with her arm around her younger sister, a pretty blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl with a gap tooth. She’s never showed it to another runner. The black boots she wore were rather big and heavy, but they had excellent grip for when she was doing her running – plus it gave her another inch or so of added height. Hidden in her boots were a pair of sheathed daggers, one in each boot on the inside of her leg, which were masked even further by the thick red leg warmers that appeared just above the brim of her boots. She first wore the leg warmers to offer her a little more protection against the harsher atmosphere upon the rooftops and while she was perfectly fine in the environment now, she had never gotten out of the habit of wearing them.

[b]A brief bio (complete with personality):[/b] Kenna Vagen was fifteen when she was hit with immunity from the Servitutem formula and, like most other Liberated Runners; she remembered little of her old life. Though she could remember neither their names nor their faces, she knew she lived with both her parents and she had a little sister. She remembered being close with her sister and, on the day she left, she took a picture of her sister and herself with her. It’s always on her person.
Despite what her limited common sense told her, she stayed with her family for a few days longer than she should have. The thought of going out on her own filled her with dread and anxiety – she was too scared, too cowardly. She put her family in danger because she was afraid and she hated being dependant on others. While she was there, she tried to tell herself that she was waiting for either her parents or her sister to show signs of immunity, which is partially true, but mostly she was too scared to face going out on her own.
Kenna had one hell of a stroke of luck when she, eventually, left her home. She was on the streets for no longer than ten minutes when it started to rain and she glanced up. By chance, she caught sight of an infamous Runner leaping the crevice above her. So, she took to the roofs. Her entire encounter with the Runners revolved entirely around luck. Luck that it just happened to started raining at that moment, luck that she looked up just then, luck that a Runner happened to jump. And, of course, luck that, when she took to the rooftops herself, a Runner happened to be passing by when she nearly pitched off the roof. Then started her training as a Runner herself.

Kenna is incredibly reserved around people, particularly those she didn’t know and even more so those in a position of authority. She is incredibly nervous, quite shy and impossibly anxious. The only time she ever seemed to speak up for herself is when people underestimated her, as many of the more experienced Runners did when she first came to Sundown. Despite the helplessness that it often inspired within her, she can honestly say that she wasn’t surprised. She knew she didn’t look like much, but she worked hard. But she definitely earned the title ‘Wallflower’, opting to stay by the sidelines and observe quietly rather than partaking. 
Despite that, if ever there comes an opportunity to prove herself, she will take it. She believes that, as a result of her height, body type and young age, she has even more reason to prove herself as a Runner than most. Everything seems to be working against her, but she has one hell of a stubborn streak.

[b]Melee weapon:[/b] Kenna usually uses no other weapons beyond the hidden daggers she keeps in her boots, but even then she would only use them as a last resort. While she has little in the way of brute force, she’s quick on her feet and often dodges around her opponent when possible rather than confronting them head-on.

:Edit: Wow that's longer than I thought. Good to be back!