Quinn
Lil Firecracker
A history as told by Quinn herself.
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1stName: Lolita "Quinn" McAlister Clan: Brujah Bloodline: New Brujah Affiliation: Deadland Mafia Generation: 7th Nature: Manipulator Demeanor: Bad Girl Disciplines: Potence, Celerity, Presence (awe, dread gaze, entrancement, Iron Will, Fortitude, Burning Wrath. Path: Path of Blood PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Ht: 5' 3'' Wt: 97 lbs. Eyes: Blue Hair: brown/black, usually in a messy state. Quinn is a skinny unassuming cute little thing. She looks to be no threat to anyone ever. She is usually seen wearing baggy jeans and tank tops but will, on occasion, dawn her second hand skirts and dresses. It is an odd occasion when Quinn is without a cigarette and a gun. |
I was born April 1st, 1963 to Ms. Cocktail Venus. Well that was my mom's stupid fucking stage name. You see she was a busty brunette porn actress in Los Angeles who's film credits include ''Backdoor Paradise", "Fast Fuck 5", and her proudest performance, "Cocktail Are In Me". Being the hip chick she was, she was also a heroine addict. I mean, a porn star in the 60's who was on drugs? No fucking way! As I'm sure you have guessed by now, my childhood wasn’t all peaches and cream. No, it sucked, bad. She didn't do much in the mommy department and when she did have a boyfriend/pimp/dealer around they would usually beat me or touch me. I did learn a few things from my mother however. I learned that sex sells and it is a powerful tool if used correctly. It wasn’t long after that lesson was taught that I had enough of the abuse and rape. So I took off at the tender young age of 13. I knew I wasn’t going to live for a week on my own so I took a bus to Hollywood. Not to be discovered or any of that whimsical bullshit. No, I went to find some pervert rich guy who I would allow to be my sugar daddy. Hell, I needed money and a place to sleep and food. What better way to get all that than from some poor shmuck with a Lolita complex. (Laugh) Lolita, what a fucking joke. My bitch mom didn’t want to have me so she stuck me with a fucked up name. Anyway, I walked the streets in on Hollywood blvd. For maybe 2 hours before some 45-year old man in a sweet BMW pulled up and offered to get me some food. "Poor kid" he said, "hop in and I will get you a burger or something." Two minutes in the car and his hands were all over me. I was disgusted but, unfortunately, used to it. So I let him play with me all the way to his deluxe condo apartment in the sky. (Giggles)
The guy's name was Ruthoford Kelly Johnson. He was a silent partner in many low budget porn movies. Turns out he even helped fund "Backdoor Paradise". This guy was low, and I mean low. He loved to watch little 13 year old me take baths and play with myself. (Sigh) But it kept me clothed fed and warm and that’s all that mattered. I lived with him for about 5 years, pretending to be his daughter at times, his niece, even his lover, which I was not. You see, Ruthoford couldn’t get it up, so I never got the "privilege" of sleeping with him. In those five years however, I did sleep with lots of boys my age that he would bring home, I cant count the times he made me play with myself. I used to have to give his business partners hand jobs or strip for his little get togethers. Finally I was 18, sick of his shit and ready to leave. He told me I could leave after on last little get together he was having. I agreed and that night would change my life forever.
It was simple, a few friends of Ruthoford, some drinking some coke and me giving a little X rated show. I had done it dozens of times in the past so it was no big deal. Except, there were uninvited guests this time. A big black guy named Tyson and a couple of his cronies. Tyson was a porn producer/connected guy. Apparently, Ruthoford had gotten involved with him in a business venture that went terribly wrong. There was money in the hundreds of thousands involved so I could understand why Tyson was a bit…angry. Let me just cut to the chase and say a lot of blood was spilled and I was shown the darker side of life. That’s right, Tyson was kindred, he liked me and changed me, just like that. No romantic embrace, now seduction, none of that dime novel shit.
So now I'm a fucking vampire who was given a 2 month crash course in Kindred society. I was told I was an Anarch, which suited me just fine. I was told I was a Brujah, BRUJAH FOREVER MOTHER FUCKER!!! Sorry, hehe, I get a little carried away sometimes. Anyway, I lived with Tyson for a while. He is the one that gave me the name Quinn. Don’t ask me why, he never told me. So I learned what I needed and took off. Not before draining his partners to death and stealing their power. This sent me on the Path of Blood. And it's as simple as that really. I moved around dioblerizing where I could, making a name for myself where I could. Then I learned about a guy named Nefarious Maliche' and I knew he had to be my next sugar daddy. I moved to New Orleans, took over his brood only to give it back to him and the rest is history. Now I am a member of the Deadland Mafia along with Asca, Kayura, Majestic, Jacard Blackmane and Miranda, my "girlfriend". I live my life by these key words: mischief, mayhem, power, money, respect, pleasure, lust, greed and fun. I have a thing for guns and tattoos and girls and sly guys. I love fucking and killing. I am Quinn, the Lil Firecracker.
Why don’t I talk much about my life as Kindred? Cause I'm still living it motherfucker. You don’t like it? You can eat me! You want to know more about me? Come say hello to me here in dreary New Orleans where I hang out at Castle
SOLACE. Come say hi. (Lights a cigarette and turns off the camcorder)