Q U I N N
P R O D I G Y - O F - L E S T A T
P R O D I G Y - O F - L E S T A T
N I C K N A M E S
H A R L E Y - Q U I N N
Q U I N C Y
A G E - A T - C H A N G E
T W E N T Y - T H R E E
Y E A R S - O F - V A M P I R I S M
S I X T E E N
G E N D E R
F E M A L E
S E X U A L - O R I E N T A T I O N
H E T E R O S E X U A L
S P E C I E S
V A M P I R E
S I R E
L E S T A T
H Y P N O T I C : Z E L L A - D A Y
T O - T H E - W O N D E R : A Q U A L U N G
H O N E S T : T H E - N E I G H B O U R H O O D
F A C E - C L A I M
D E B O R A H - A N N - W O L L
H A I R
O R A N G E - R E D
E Y E S
B L U E
H E I G H T
5 ' 8 "
W E I G H T
1 3 5 l b s
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Quinn is the living definition of a stereotypical vampire... if there are
stereotypes for them. Everything about her is enchanting and
mesmerizing, the kind of the that draws the weak in for her to take
them as her prey. She is a huntress on the prowl, searching for her
next victim at every moment. She doesn't believe in mercy or second
chances, something her sire taught her many years ago. It is a rare
occasion to hear her apologize, because usually every action she
makes is intentional. It takes a lot of work to gain her trust, and it isn't
until someone has gained her trust that she will be a trustworthy
person in return. She is very honest, some say too honest at times. She
doesn't believe in sugar coating something, or white lies to avoid
conflict. She just tells it how it is.
T A L E N T S
- S E D U C T I O N
E N C H A N T I N G
B E G U I L I N G
S T E A L T H
H A N D - T O - H A N D
- S U R V I V A L
U N M E R C I F U L
D I S T A N T
- D R I N K I N G
M E N
T H E - H U N T
B L O O D
C O M P E T I T I O N
- C O C K I N E S S
S E L F I S H N E S S
D R A M A
L O S I N G
- S U N L I G H T
T I G H T - S P A C E S
L O S I N G - C O N T R O L
- K A R A O K E
D A N C I N G
G A M E S
It was a normal night like any other. Quinn was out late at the bar with
some friends, and like every night it was another guy trying to take her
home. She didn't know what it was about her, but something always
seemed to draw guys in like bees to honey. Lestat thought that was
promising, a young woman who could attract anyone with a simple smile
and the bat of her eyelashes. She was a lovely specimen, the perfect
prodigy. He had been watching her for a couple weeks now, and decided
that tonight was the night he would make his move. He was suave, and
cunning as he snaked his way around the other vultures, making his way
to her, he didn't even have to say a word, merely hold out his drink
towards her. Clanking their glasses together before bringing it to his lips
to take a drink. Quinn quickly followed his lead with a slight smirk as she
too took a sip of her drink. Then without even glancing away from her
for a second, Lestat muttered, "Get lost fellas."
Quinn couldn't deny that she felt extremely attracted to the male, he did
and said all the right things, devastatingly handsome and stood out from a
crowd much like her. So when the night came to an end, and he asked her
if she'd like to go back to his place, why would she refuse? It wasn't long
before she was in his rather nice, loft apartment. She knew she wasn't the
first to be brought back her, and probably not the last. But she should enjoy
it while it lasted, right? Lestat continued to lay on all the charm, but what
Quinn didn't realize was he was testing her, gauging her responses to
question to see if she was in fact the right choice or not. He saw great
potential in her, and decided he was going to make her his prodigy,
apprentice and partner. So when he brought Quinn another drink, it was
laced with a simple herb that would slowly put her to sleep without alarm
or danger. He didn't want to scare her by ravenously tearing into her neck,
and making her last moments of humanity to be in utter distraught. She
deserved better than that, she deserved a peaceful death where she died in
her sleep. So while she laid there, peacefully asleep, Lestat gently suckled
from her neck until she was seconds from death, then fed her a few drops
of his own blood.
The next day she woke up in his bed, covered with the softest of silk linens,
her clothes still on. She was surprised, a gentleman? That was a rare
commodity these days. As she sat up, she realized the sunlight was
oppressive, it hurt her eyes and even her skin. Quinn slowly moved to her
feet to go over and close the blinds, but halfway there realized they were
already shut. And as if on cue Lestat entered the room, making his way over
to the bed, he sat at the foot and patted the mattress beside him, "I believe
I owe you an explanation."
That was the first day of the rest of her life. From then on, Lestat and Quinn
were inseparable. He was like a father, brother and mentor to her. He taught
her everything he new about their new life. He showed her how to enjoy this
new immortality instead of fearing it. She was his star pupil, and although he
had changed a few before, she was by far his favorite. Quinn listened, and
took in every ounce of knowledge Lestat had to give. So when the time came
when the elder vampires had to choose which new, young vampires to put in
that maze, as much as it killed him to think of putting his own prodigy in that
maze, he knew that Quinn needed to be down there. Lestat had endless faith
in the girl's potential and he was willing to risk the fate of the future on what
she was capable of.
