quinn birch

PERMANENT RECORD

NAME: quinn birch
AGE: sixteen
D.O.B: april 5th
GENDER: female
YEAR GROUP: 1st
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: undetermined
FAMILY: cassie birch (mother), peter birch (father,deceased) alice birch (sister)
NEXT OF KIN: cassie birch


HEIGHT: five feet two inches
WEIGHT: eighty-nine lbs
HAIR COLOR: black
EYE COLOR: reddish-brown sometimes red
COMPLEXION: pale

PERSONALITY TRAITS

⊛ active
⊛ imaginative
⊛ open-minded
⊛ resourceful
⊛ charismatic
⊛ thorough
⊛ ambitious
⊛ helpful
⊛ reliable
⊛ friendly
⊚ assertive
⊚ manipulative
⊚ rowdy
⊚ rude
⊚ selfish
⊚ compulsive
⊚ quick-tempered
⊚ abandonment issues
⊚ stubborn
⊚ insecure

LIKES:
• open spaces
• chocolate pudding
• dogs

DISLIKES:
• deep water
• cold weather
• the dark

HABITS:
• crocheting when nervous

INTERESTING TRAITS:
• extremely flexible
• enhanced night vision
• quick reflexes

Quinn was born in the early spring, the fifth of to be exact, along with her slightly younger twin sister. Their mother, Cassie, was a single mother and their father Tom was long gone with another, younger woman who didn't have his kids. Cassie tried her best to keep up with the two of them, tried her hardest to make sure she gave them equal amounts of attention and make sure neither of them felt left out. Even at a young age Quinn felt like her mother gave more attention to the younger twin, took more time brushing her hair out or her kiss goodnight was just a little bit better.

Still, she gave it her best to look out for her younger sister and would often come home bruised and battered from fights on the school yard. They were in elementary school at the time that everything really started to go badly. A simple trip to the mall for school clothes was all it was supposed to be but as usual her sister had thrown a fit about getting ice cream or something like that. The exact details were fuzzy. Against her better judgment Cassie asked Quinn to sit with the bags on a bench and not to move, that she would be right back.

Well Cassie came back but Quinn was nowhere to be found. If there was one thing Quinn was always curious about it was her father and when a stranger walks up to a seven year old and tells them the one thing they want to hear even the smartest of them will be enticed. By the time the police were called a man named Jason Burndell had already gotten Quinn in his car and almost out of town. Nobody saw anything and nobody knew who had taken the little girl. They even got stopped by the police at one point for a broken taillight but no red flag was sent up since when asked Quinn happily answered that she was traveling with her daddy.

In all actuality Jason was nobodies father, unless you counted him being the father of a flock of people who looked up to him like he was the god he preached about. That’s right ladies and gentlemen dear Quinn had been kidnapped by one of the number one crazies that owned a compound full of religious zealots that insisted that the world was going to end and Pastor Jason was the only one that could save them. Though there was an even darker secret to the mix as well. He used his flock to feed as many vampires did. People went into the church and never came out. Quinn hadn't been the first kid he had kidnapped in this manner but she was a special one. See, he had been promising the flock that the end was coming for a while now but had never had anything to show for it.

He’d decided that if he could find the “next bride of Christ” he could delay the end of the world once again. That was exactly how he introduced her to the rest of the flock. That she was to be the bride of the human representation of Christ. Himself. This of course wouldn't be official until she was older and all of that jazz and it seemed to pacify what few usurpers he had in his flock. Eventually though Quinn got tired of time with Daddy and wanted to go back to seeing her Mom and her sister.

Jason told the girl that she had been left on that bench for someone else to take, that her Mom only wanted her younger sister now and that there was no reason for he to go back. He told her how lucky she was that her daddy had been the one to find her. Time passed and Quinn grew up under the watchful eye of the flock, not setting foot outside the chain-linked complex. Life wasn't exactly bad for her, everyone treated her like she was something special and always had a kind word to say, except Jason. He had stopped using kind words and lies to pacify her curiosity ages ago.

Instead now she found herself locked in a small closet whenever she asked too many questions and occasionally a few beatings whenever she was late for mass. Never did she really buy into the whole religion thing like everyone else seemed to do and constantly she would find her mind wandering to questions of the outside world during services. Quinn had clung to her childhood memories and kept the outside world alive in her heart and mind. Finally it approached her fifteenth birthday and it was time for the Pastor to cash in on a long overdue promise to the flock.

He “wedded” Quinn in a makeshift fake ceremony that didn't mean anything in the eyes of the law or in the eyes of the Harvest Goddess. In the same day he wedded he also “bedded” his wife. Quinn’s life changed again that day, no one had told her that being the Pastors “daughter” meant this. To further bind the girl to him he also performed a blooding ceremony, changing Quinn into a creature of the night as he was. Through the pain and confusion she decided that it was time for her to try and find a way to escape. Though now that she was the Pastors “wife” she was watched even more carefully. When it came time to act as his wife she started to fight it, landing herself in the punishment closet or with more bruises than she could explain to the congregation.

A few of the women decided that enough was enough and they started forming a plan to help her escape along with the children that had recently been brought in. Quinn tried to get them to come with her but the plan wouldn't work with so many people. Then again it didn't work with so few either. They were caught before they could cut the fence but one of the kids, a small boy, escaped and Quinn screamed for him to bring back help as she was dragged off to Jason’s home.

He had to think quick about how to pass off the incident as something that was foretold and decided that demonic possession was really the only answer. The demon Lilith had possessed his young wife and the only way to get rid of it was to “exorcise” it. Needless to say when the police came a few days later the condition they found Quinn in was horrible, there was no doubt in their mind what had gone on there and the fact that Quinn started screaming anytime someone male came near her was a good indication.

All of the males in the compound were given charges and put in another sort of compound, one where they wore bright orange and literally had to watch their asses. Quinn stayed in the hospital for months, cowering and cringing whenever a guy came near her. They put her in a foster home while they tried to track down her real parents. Cassie came as soon as she heard that there was a possibility her daughter might have been found.

She went home with her mother and her sister, required to have therapy twice a week so that maybe they could get the nightmares to stop. Quinn resented her sister for having such a normal life, for being able to go out and have fun with people while she was stuck behind walls, forced into a life she had never asked for. It didn't help that her sister always had a snide comment about her being a freak or how her getting kidnapped had almost made her a freak by association.

She continued living with her mother until one day she just couldn't take it anymore and asked her mother to send her to another school.

FACE CLAIM: saya otanashi - blood+

CBOX/SHOUTBOX ALIAS: bou

HOW DID YOU FIND US?: im a parasite

HOW CAN WE CONTACT YOU?: check your butts

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