"We pump our fists, not our gas."

Born on April 12, 1974, in Lyndhurst, New Jersey, to Felix and Carole Coakes. Kendra was raised on a hilltop house on the second busiest fucking street in town. She had anger problems, diagnosed at four. Carole had always kind of known, granted her first words were: "Fuck off, Nancy-boy." Her father had owned a stable she had cared for and had always been connected to animals. She had rode horses with a smile on her face, when her older brother Tucker was around. Kendra and Tucker were always close siblings, he was her idol, her best friend and her protector. When he go beaten up, she was there to shove her snakeskin boots up there asses..

By 5, she was already noticed as "different." She made only a few friends, which mainly consisted of boys. She was tested heavily, which pissed her off tremendously. Her parents spent a lot of money, driving her father up a wall. While money was definitely not a problem with the Coakes, just the thought of spending it made him want to punch a gypsy in the ovary. After that, her father hit his midlife crisis. While not always being the most 'sane' fucker' in town, the Police Sargent began getting abusive and barreled down in a nosedive. Her mother grew timid and reserved, as he beat her mercilessly while the children were asleep.
She stopped leaving the house, and drowned herself in liquor. One day, she mustered up the courage to throw a punch at Felix.

After her mother faught began fighting with him, she grew intensely afraid of him, and began spawning a devilish hatred.. Felix began "loosing" some battles, angrily driving him insane. So, to find someone who won't touch him, he began beating the children. Even worse, and Carole stood there quietly and watched, sucking down her vodka. Felix always started with Kendra, asking her how she would use her sharp tongue if he cut it out. Kendra always scratched him and kicked him back, but she couldn't over powered the muscled man. Her hit her down, and tossed her into a small window-less room in the back of the house.

When the worsely beaten and bloody Tucker joined her in the room, she always used some pills to take his pain away and then cleaned his cuts with her mother's -nearly- empty bottles. She always knew she was a healer and a comedian. They slowly continued going into school with bandages and bruises. The teachers believed the fell down the stairs routine, over and over again. It helped when Kendra acted it out while Tucker nodded his head sincerely. Kendra and Tucker continued their deception all through grammar school. When Kendra started High School in the Eighties, she met a senior at a party, William Black. The two immediately hit it off, smiling behind bongs and cigarettes. When the parents finally got to meet him, they were quite skeptical. A freshman dating a freshman? Oh, well. Mommy adored his black hair. And her dad despised this boy.

At the ripe age of 15, Tucker knocked the cheer leading captain up. Carole hit his head with a bottle of Maui Rum while Felix beat the shit out of him with a boot-- Kendra was spared this time. Nine months later, January 26, 1983, Cheerleader Rachelle mothered little Kalia Michealla Coakes. A month later Kalia was born, a bump appeared under the dress of Carole. Although, they hadn't been active with one another in about a year and a half. Carole horrifically sat Kendra down and sympathetically explained the situation to her. Kendra's best advice was: "Fuck'm tonight, don't use a rubber." With a wink, she strutted out of the room. Foolishly, Carole took the advice.

A week before Tucker's birthday, Carole's water popped open in the kitchen. Four hours later, they saw the small black child. Rage fueled Felix's eyes, he himself, was not Black. Felix twirled a gun in his hand, watched Carole in the room, the crack of light from the television shining on her silken robe. She watched the light grown bigger, then a shadow appear. A tear ran away from her eye as she tucked Halle, the baby under the blanket. her time was up, she thought. "I don't have time fer a divorce." He groaned out, pulling the trigger, spraying her all over the room. With a deviant grin, he pointed the gun at his chest, and fired three times before cleaning the gun of prints after calling 911.

Kendra, Halle, Tucker and Rachelle lived alone in the house, accompanied by Kalia Michelle. They progressed as a normal family, having normal dinners and normal events. Halle grew up normal. By the time Tucker and Rachelle were 19, they had spawned their second child: "Escape Destiney Coakes." Halle, now 3, grew jealous of Rachelle and her two children.

One night, four in the morning, the front door was kicked open. Daddy was home. Although, there was a stench of cologne, semen and cigarettes. Felix had met a new whore at the hospital, Sharrona DeLaRosa. The woman was a repulsive slob, constantly brawling with the ripe 17 year old Kendra. Legally, Felix still had control, he sent her away to a hospital.

A taxi grumbled a bit slowing up in front of a big brick building, greeted by a smiling woman adorned in a white suit. Kendra got out of the cab, and the woman spurted out, offering to hold her bags. "Welcome to McLean Institute."

Kendra shoveled her bags over to the woman in white, "Yo dog." She growled, tossing her cigarette but directly into the pile of gravel curled up under the stairs. The nurse rubbed her forehead, and began to lug her bags up the stairs, following Kendra. Her eyes were glued to her hair, it was a seamless platinum dye, the Head Nurse was intrigued at most.

Kendra boldly returned to Odessa, years later, with a pistol in her pocket. She had no intention of killing anyone, just returning home. She walked in, and immediately had a shovel in her face.

When she came to, her vision in disarray, her father kneel ed next to her,
"I don't ever want to see you again."
The warm blood seemed to chill her flamed face, as it pooled underneath her.
"Ready, pa?" his new son shouted.
He walked over, and that was the last time they've spoke. She looked to her right, there was a bag, full of money, maybe a million or two, With a note saying, "Stay Away"

Kendra took the money and bought her way into Harvard. At her sophomore year, majoring in Medical Chemistry at Harvard, she had her first child with Bill, Casella. Her and Bill took care of the baby, but it created turmoil between them. She kept her nose in the books, and away from him. After her graduation, her and Bill split up. Unfortanutley, she didn't have custody of Casella, which only maddened Kendra.

After finishing school, she quickly applied for a Specialty School in Anesthesiology. Kendra's incessant study habits soon over whelmed her and began diminishing her sanity.

She gathered her bearings and moved to Rutherford New Jersey, with everyone. Kendra sustiened a healthy and steady job at Hackensack, General Hospital. Halle was a photographer for Allure Magazine in New York. Tucker was a Detective. Rachelle was a house wife, pregnant again with twins. Kalia, top of her class in fourth grade, Escape a bustling third grader, Casella a pretty little kindergartener. About a year later, Rachelle mothered two twin daughters, Shay Rose Coakes and Haley Elliot Coakes.
Both, beautiful black heads.

Kendra Coakes, Anesthesiologist. She was not the best in her division. This pissed her off even more. She had to go somewhere she could be the best. She had to become the best she can be. She can had to go back to Hathian. Where being the best of anything was easy.

She stew away a large sum of money, and then Kendra drove until a thousand dollars in gas could get her. The crack den of Lousiana, Hathian. A poverty filled city sprinkled with murder, prostitution, corruption, and drugs.

Dr Coakes rapidly became better at what she'd done, and decided to stay in Hathian as an Anesthesiologist. She was involved with almost every surgery, becoming the best in the hospital. Kendra won the award for the best doctor in the state for 2006. She then progressed to Top 50 in the Country by Health magazine.

A surprise visit that summer of Bill and Casella. Were they there because they cared? Or because they wanted her over-flowing money? Just the thought of her OWN DAUGHTER gold digging her only infuriated Kendra.

A teenage and vivacious blonde Casella, and a tall dark and handsome Bill tried to beguile her to come home. They were shacking up with Riley Black, William Black's sister. After nights of arguing, Casella was sent home to Riley in Lyndhurst. Bill began to get violent, and the purely sardonic, bitter, and cruel.

From her own despair, crest-fallen eyes, Kendra gave birth to an alter-ego, Anima.

Anima kipnapped Bill, and chained him up down by the beach. She forced him to gnaw his own finger off, and disembowel himself, or she'd strap a blender to his junk. She made him commit suicide, and dumped his body into the sewage plant in District 8.

Since then, she normally continues the daily grind at the Hathian General Hospital, as if nothing happened. Kendra has become nasty and cold throught the blood, murder, and beatings she's survived. She's sardonic, and has no consideration for other's feelings. If people are in her trust circle, she treats them like gods.

After years of work at the HGH, a new doctor came in one day, named Marshall Romano. She had no immediate feelings for him, but as time progressed, she'd have grown feelings for him, after two days. Later that night, and irrational decisions, he proposed. Kendra, now totally smashed, accepted. She worked with him and liked him. After smashing sense into her head, by her daughter, Casella, she broke it off with him.

A few weeks later, she was taking some pills, forcing 12 pills to slide down her throat. Delusional, distraught, and delirious Kendra, put on a reenactment of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet in the middle of the street, four in the morning.

Obviously, her body could not combat the large dosage, she collapsed. Luckily, street fighter Lanie Sosa was there. Although they weren't eye-to-eye, she still saved Kendra, by repeating the steps shown in Pulp Fiction.

Kendra became grateful and kind to Lanie. Kendra eventually let her into her circle of good friends. Months later, Kendra was the one to give birth to Lanie Sosa's daughter, Page. Little had Kendra known, she'd have given birth to the future fighting goddess of the Rejects.

That night, nestled in her bed, she says a figure visited her, warning her of her ways. She needed to stop the negativity, or she'd get hers. Kendra became friendlier, and more mainstream. She kept her mouth shut when not needed, and worked hard, year after year. But Kendra couldn't keep loosing her friends to the devilish gangs on the streets.

Until one day, a board member, asked her opinion on something. Kendra spattered out a detailed, perfected answer. The member in awe, she turned to the group of people behind her, onlooking, and said these words she shan't forget: "It's her. She's the new Chief of Staff." Kendra's eyes filled with water and excitement. She then walked into the office, a key chain and a sincere note lay quietly on the desk.

Kendra Coakes, Chief of Medicine. The hospital was continuously under attack. What was she to do? She allowed the staff to carry guns. But now there were gun fights in the hospital. Kendra grinned, meeting a masked woman. Engel Crow. Anima has a new last name. A masked woman in red, blood drenched blond hair, chains, knives and a gun. She was revolutionary. Regulating order in the hospital. The Aces were her partners, the Rejects no longer beat up the staff. The Crows made there come back. Dolly resurfaced, Intattia was birthed from Dahlia's defeat. Drones who loved them followed their footsteps, becoming their minions. Kendra realized she was becoming to engrossed in the Crows. She had to leave. The Crows were lost, again.

She was getting to old for this shit.
Devi and Casella were back in town. Haley, Escape, Kalia and Shay were out of school. Matt was finally 18. Tucker and Rachelle divorced. Halle and her husband, both dead. Was this the fucking fresh start she wanted? She didn't fucking care.

CURRENT STATUS

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Gender: Femme
Kendra Raelynne Coakes
Occupation: Unemployed
Age: 25
Birthday: April 12, 1985
Ethnicity: Polish, Brazilian and French.
Hometown: Hackensack, New Jersey
Hair: Variation of Short and Long died blonde hair. (Natural Brunette.)
Height: 5"7
Alias(s): Kendra, Ken, Kend, Mom, Bitch, Whore, Anima
Accent: Light Jersey Blended with a Southern one.