<div class="floatleft">(http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/mifP-iEa-I-s.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kenna Kenneth Zemedkun<br/><strong>Willpower;</strong>13<br/><strong>Corruption %</strong>; 0%<br/><strong>Favor Points;</strong>None.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Campus musician, consummate bachelor and smoker enthusiast,<em>Kenneth</em>, or alternatively Mr. Saturday as he was known by some on campus,  he had just got done performing a sunrise set for his band<em>Cereal Box All-Stars</em>. He was lingering about a real estate of wall along the outer ring of  the commons lobby,  a stairway to his left. He was dressed in usual fashion, some sort of leather jacket, underneath a custom t-shirt with his bands logo. Despite it being seasonally warm this time of the year, he wore a pair of tight-cut blue denim jeans as well as a pair of all-white converse low-top sneakers. His signature bass guitar strapped and concealed in its case, mounted on his back.<br/><br/>Displayed boldly, pursed to his lip an unlit 'loosy' joint , judging from his lethargic expression and racked posture, he hadn't quite recouped from the night before. A cocktail of liquid hangover and feminine scents permeated his presence, not overwhelming so, just notably so.<br/><br/>He struggled to mute a low pitched yawn.  "aahhhhnnn"