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Quincy Laylani Tahirah

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a character in “Wild Flowers”, as played by emotionless



"I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it."

{S&M | Rihanna}


Quincy Laylani Tahirah




Spaghetti Straight
(Straight girls are like spaghetti...they are only straight until they get wet)

French & Cherokee


"I'll be the villain you can blame, I'll be the belle of the brawl, Be the lust in us all, I'm the diva of the damned"

{ Sex Metal Barbie | In This Moment}

Quincy is 5'4 and approximately 120Ibs. She is built like a street fighter, lean and mean. Her platinum blond hair is naturally wavy and goes to about the center of her back. Quincy has large opaque mahogany eyes that are framed by thick dark lashes. She has an oval face with high cheekbones, and fair skin. Her lips are always painted a deep scarlet red.


"I've been sacrificed
My hearts been cauterized
Hanging on to hope
Shackled by the ghost
Of what I once believed
That I could never be"

{ I am the Fire | Halestorm}

Quincy is a masochist and a natural-born leader. She was gifted with charisma and confidence, and she projects authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. Quincy is often characterized as having ruthless level of rationality, determination and a sharp mind to achieve whatever end she’s set for herself.

If there's anything Quincy loves, it's a good challenge, big or small, and she firmly believes that given enough time and resources, she can achieve any goal. Quincy has the ability to think strategically and hold a long-term focus while executing each step of her plans with determination and precision. This determination is often a self-fulfilling prophecy, as Quin pushes her goals through with sheer willpower where others might give up and move on, and her extroverted nature means she is likely to push everyone else right along with her, achieving spectacular results in the process.

-Lock Picking
-Close Combat
-Speaks Latin & Russian

-Understanding people
-Showing empathy


Quincy was born and dumped in an orphanage. She was raised by catholic nuns, where their policy is "fear is the heart of love", and sometimes they took it a little too far. More often than not she was bruised and scared up until she ran away at age 10. She raised herself on the streets, learning how to pick pocket for money to buy the essentials. She never took more than she needed and always giving the extra to those in need.

She found out just how cruel the world was when she turned 16. She had not only made a place for herself, but also a name for herself on the streets. One night she met a young girl, who spun a tale of terror and abuse, drugs and hate. Quincy felt for the girl, and for a moment she was weak and took her under her wing. After months of bonding and taking care of this girl, she led Quincy into a trap that lead to her to be brutally raped, beaten, and left for dead. She was very lucky to survive, but has never trusted anyone since.

So begins...

Quincy Laylani Tahirah's Story


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Character Portrait: Gigi Mulhulland Character Portrait: Vixen "Jade" Sutekh Character Portrait: Bobby Gunner Character Portrait: Quincy Laylani Tahirah Character Portrait: Tristan Cruise Character Portrait:
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Genevieve knew way too many people, yet not one of those people knew her by her real name. She gave a different name to everyone she came across, her hair was always a different color. People usually couldn’t keep track of her, well unless you ran in her group of troublemaking friends. They called themselves Wild Flowers, dangerous and reckless. Yet at the same time wildly beautiful and full of life. They thrive off scamming people, stealing shit, tattoos, drugs, and parties. They are the people your conscience tells you to stay away from, but you can’t help but wonder what it’s like to be them.

Gigi sat on the roof of the current abandoned apartment complex they were inhabiting. It was a place Gigi wouldn’t mind eventually calling home, because they’d been there for the past three months and in those few months it looked more lived in then it had probably ever looked. They were on the outskirts of Las Vegas. She could feel the light vibration of the music under her feet from the wild party that was still underway.

Life for them was one big party, but to keep it that way certain things had to be done right. Deals had to be made, business had to constantly be done. “Vonie.” Chully called to her voice calm and steady. She often was lost in her thoughts. She took a deep breath in realizing she was teetering on the ledge, she’d been pacing back and forth. “He’s here.” Chul said simply as a man walked onto the roof, he looked rough as hell like he’d just been released from prison. Chul didn’t seem to trust him and so instead of leaving Gigi alone like he usually did he waited there.

Chul was like the body guard of their group, he’d take the fall when people got in trouble. There was no one more loyal to the Wild Flowers then Chul. “They told my you were something but damn baby, your hot as hell.” The man smirked as he walked up to Gigi her eyes flicked from Chul to the man again.

“Cut the shit, Skully, that’s what they call you right?” the man nodded at Gigi’s words. “What do you have for me?” she asked sharply, she was used to dealing with guys that treated her more like a piece of meat then an actual human being.

“Yeah, yeah.” He said shoving a booklet at her. “This is easy money princess.” He said as Gigi flipped through the booklet full of magazine subscriptions. “It’s simple, your go door to door with your group of heathens and you get the money for the subscriptions up front. You get your money they never get their mags.” He shrugged. “Now give me what I want.” He said and she walked over to a duffle bag unzipping it and pulling out a zip lock bag full of Meth, tossing it to him. He smirked wickedly. “I didn’t think you’d really be good for it, where’d you get it?” he asked and she tossed the booklet on her duffel bag.

“Fuck off, that’s where I got it.” She spat a devilish smirk on her lips as the man was quick to draw a gun. Chul was faster as he came up behind the man placing a knife to his neck. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t come here to die tonight.” Gigi smirked. “So why don’t you go and Chully here won’t kill you.” The man nodded before Chully shoved him towards the door.


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Stoned out of her mind, Vixen sat in the windowsill gazing out of the abandoned apartment complex. She daydreamed of her mother, something she did often, especially when she was blitzed. She imagined them escaping the luxurious lifestyle together and starting anew, living a happy well-off life in the Hamptons. But she knew that if her mother were still here, such a thing would never have occurred, her mom had been extremely infatuated with her douchebag abusive father. None of the less she missed her dearly and was the only part of her past she ever cared to think about.

Since escaping her high class world, Vixen has enjoyed the thrill of her new lifestyle. She loved the danger, loved to party and loved the free drugs. Everyday was an adventure and these people...these people just understood her even though she never mentioned her previous wealth and high class world. She figured that if they wanted to know her background, they could probably find her online under her real former name Jade Sutekh, something she mentioned once or twice before.

Her thoughts were disturbed by a sudden knock at the door. She glanced over and observed Gigi’s interactions with the stranger. She couldn’t help but smirk when Chully pulled out his knife after the idiot threatened Gigi. Things like this occurred often, sometimes they ended bloody and disturbingly, Vixen enjoyed it. She always pictured the corpse as her father, anyone she fought she could see those rich kids faces, the ones that beat her senselessly another lifetime ago. To a certain degree, Vixen was a killer. The suffering and pain of others, excluding her friends, pleased her. Although more often than not, she got them out of the shenanigans through persuasion, she had a way with words and idiots such as “Skully” would fall for it every time. But she enjoyed when things would take a dark turn, she loved to fight and she loved to see the idiots fail every single time.

When Chully shoved the man towards the door, Vixen jumped to her feet. She shook her head at Chully, and gave a small devilish smirk ”Chully, you’re way too kind.” She stuck out her palm and nodded at the knife in his hand, he gave it to her knowing all too well what she was about to do. Skully glanced at her with a vulnerable look in his eye, Vixen walked up to him, kicked him in the back of the knee, making him stumble to the ground. She grabbed his left hand and sliced a straight line on the inside, she did this to every individual that threatened someone in the group that was lucky enough to walk away alive. She forgot faces easily, so in order to keep them in her memory, this mark would symbolize a previous encounter, something that would scar and that she could easily identify in case of another threatening encounter occurred. The man let out a small agonized squeal, Vixen tossed the knife back at Chully and kicked the guy in the leg “Next time, it'll be your neck. Get out of here you fucker” she said in a low voice.

She glanced over at Gigi and gave a friendly smile ”What’s all this about Gigi?” she questioned nodding towards the bag.