FROST, Q.

QUINNLAN MARIE FROST

I have screamed until my veins collapsed, I've waited as my time's elapsed, Now all I do is live with so much hate. I've wished for this, I've bitched at that, I've left behind this little fact: You cannot kill what you did not create.

PERSONALITY

PATHOLOGICAL LIAR. even as a child, quinnlan had difficulties with telling the truth on a regular basis. it wasn't something that she meant to do, either; words tended to just slip out of her mouth that weren't true, all because she was scared of telling people the truth about anything. it grew into a serious problem, but one that she barely notices anymore. the type of occupation she got herself into didn't really require any truth, considering most of the men and women she saw weren't interested in who she was at all, so her little white lies only added to the moment. when she is trying to lie to you, however, it's given her a lot of experience not to leave traces, or to get mixed up with her stories, so it's a little harder to suspect her of anything.

OVER PROTECTIVE / TERRITORIAL. xakery rousseau and the property in which they've settled is hers. she doesn't care what the situation is; if you cross into her land, or even take a slight glance at xak, and her alarms are instantly flaring. she gets defensive, and automatically makes sure that whoever is stepping over their boundaries that she's not very pleased about it. but, now that the infection's sprouted, she's had to worry a little less about making sure no one threatens her lover, but more about her territory.

HANDY. the only decent thing quinnlan learned as a child was how to tinker with things, and eventually, either make them better, or create something new. it didn't matter if it was the home radio, or something outside in the shed. if you gave her enough time, she could turn something into something else, and nine times out of ten, it'd be something useful. they always need work after the final product's up and working, but they're usually simple fix up jobs that only need to be done here and there; easy to do whenever it's needed.

PROMISCUOUS. even with the world coming to a bit of a stop, quin's sultry actions haven't been swayed in the slightest bit. of course, her attention's usually directed towards xakery, but it's another way to lure in unsuspecting surviving men. she takes pride in leading stray men to their deaths by flaunting herself off a bit; in her eyes, it's their own fault for being such pigs. whenever her attention's directed towards xak, however, there's no bad thoughts coursing through her mind.

MANIPULATIVE. like her sultry actions to lead men on, quin also uses other situations to lead people into situations they wont particularly like. she knows how to play a lot of people, and she does it well. after observing people for so long, she knows what most people want, and after making herself out to be something she's not, it's easily obtainable. in most cases, her favourite is the blond bimbo act, helpless and desperate, reaching out to anyone who would give her what she needed; sexual favours, medical attention for her boyfriend back at their "camp", etc. mixed with her whim to lie, she's a rather good con artist.

ATTACHED. the only man to ever give her any kind of true love has been xakery, and because of this, she's grown a rather strong attachment to him. without him, quinnlan couldn't see herself surviving anything- raids, repairs, not even simple day to day things. he's her world, and without that, she'd shrivel up and fade away. in a way it's made a large weakness for herself, but at the same time, he's her strongest aspect of anything, and she'll fight to her last breath to make sure he's unharmed. there isn't a length she wouldn't go to if he asked.

DERANGED. on top of everything else, deranged is the word that most comes to mind when people think of her. whether it's because she chooses to, or just because this is the way she's become, quinnlan sometimes loses all traces of emotion, and generally takes on the aspect of an innocent young woman; harmless, frightened, and curious. talking out of context about things that make no sense, or asking daft questions out of the blue. however, these moments generally only come out when she's killing someone, or with her partner.

DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER. over all, quinn only has two other personalities that're active enough in her mind to show themselves openly to other people. her first one is annabelle, a very incapable eight year old who's almost the definition of scary innocence. although she's never killed anyone before, she's rather intrigued by the idea of death, and watching the living receive their last moments. but the closest she's usually gotten to anything like that has been through drawings she's scribbled, or strolling upon already deceased animals. she really wouldn't have it in her to actually do serious harm to someone, unless she was emotionally pushed to great heights; it'd more than likely happen more so with self defence, rather than actually harming someone or something just because.

quinn's second personality is quite the opposite. her name is violet, and she hates absolutely everything on this planet, but xak. xak is the only expectation to the full lengths of her hatred and abuse, and that's because she's madly in love with him. but most of her encounters, when she surfaces, usually ends up with her taking off on her own in nothing but a shirt and a pair of underwear, and returning after a really good night of slaughter, dripping with blood that didn't belong to her. she enjoys killing, and nothing's ever going to change that.

for the most part, violet is the killer within quinnlan, but her main personality shares a mesh of emotion between both her others.



○ nature
○ blood
○ sex
○ the dead
○ ravens - not to be mistaken for crows. ever.
○ tinkering with things
○ cooking
○ killing
○ spiders
○ hair dye



○ thieves
○ thunder storms
○ large bodies of water, or deep pools
○ clowns and carnivals
○ harley quinn
○ the dark
○ prostitutes
○ cheaters
○ the cold
○ civilization



○ humming / occasional singing
○ thinking out loud
○ staring off in a daze

HISTORY

even before quinnlan was born, it was rather clear as to what sort of life she'd more than likely take on in her adult years. her father was nothing but a drunk slob, and her mother a stripper, verging on prostitute just to pay for her extra doses of heroin for whenever her father wasn't around. after she was born, it didn't take long before her mother was starting to refuse to watch her. it was "too much work" for a single-minded woman like her, and since her father didn't have a care in the world about her existence, she had no one at home who really looked out for her. the only time she was really properly looked after was when the babysitter came over while her mother was working, but after a year and a half of her services, she quit from all the unwanted attention and harassment she was getting from quinn's drunkard father.

because of the lack of sitter, her mom had to cut half of her shifts in half, meaning the money that was tight before was even tighter now. their favourite things like drugs and alcohol started to become scarce, and ever since her second birthday, she's witnessed nothing but pain and hatred between her parents because of it. naturally, she was blamed for most of it, considering if she'd never been there in the first place, they'd still be able to lie to each other through their intoxications. no one took the blame for the fact that she had been created by two of the most irresponsible parents in seattle.

when she came the age to be put into junior kindergarten, her parents wouldn't have any of it. neither of them wanted the responsibility of dropping her off, just to pick her up a few hours later. not to mention, they'd have to keep track of the days she went, and the days she didn't. as a result, quinnlan went from the age of four to almost eight without knowing how to read, write, or count. when she was finally enrolled in school, five years after she was supposed to start attending, it was really hard for quinn to get a grasp on much of anything. she was thrown into books, and writing, and all of these things that she didn't understand or recognize.

after the first couple of months with no improvements, her teacher was threatening to get her removed from the class. naturally, news like that could only come across as one thing to her parents; there had to be something wrong with their daughter if she couldn't even do a few simple tasks like sing off the alphabet, or spell her name. they started to take it out on her, drilling it into her head at a young age that she wasn't anything special. in fact, if she couldn't even spell her name, that made her nothing whatsoever but a waste of space. when the words didn't sink in enough, and her father had had a bit too much scotch in his ice. he'd resort to trying to beat the "common sense" into her, leaving almost every inch of her skin riddled with purple and blue. at first he tried to conceal the bruises, hide them from the world about what he was doing to his little girl, but after several weeks of her bruises being slightly visible to her school and no one even uttering a word about it, he started to lose his precision in where he was hitting.

by her tenth birthday, quinnlan was a very damaged soul. her mother did nothing but neglect her, and whenever she was regarded by the woman, it'd be nothing but hatred and foul names and language. she did nothing to protect quinn from her father's motiveless wrath, but in fact was relieved that instead of living through the beating herself, her daughter was taking it for her. her schooling hadn't improved much, but she'd progressed enough to keep herself enrolled. even so, with her improvements, she wasn't given any slack. if anything, she had more taken out on her than she did two years prior.

the older quinnlan became, the more tragic her life seemed to become. her father's addiction to alcohol only increased over the years, and her mother was completely out of the picture for quinn's thirteenth birthday. that left her an entire house to look after, and a slob of a father to try and cope with. he did nothing around the house while she went to school, dealt with the bullshit that kids would throw at her on a regular basis, only to come home and be treated like a full-fledge live in maid that depended on her job as though it was her life. eventually, the beatings started to stop bothering her, and the screaming just became dull noises she could tune out without a matter of seconds. the bruising didn't bother her anymore, no matter how fresh. the name calling from other students barely registered, and even if they did, she was always too far off into her own world to fully comprehend what was going on half the time. she just started shutting down, more and more as the days passed.

in the summer, after her grade nine year, quinnlan had invited over a few friends. her dad was supposed to be out with his "friends" for the weekend, leaving quinnlan some peace and quiet. considering peace and quiet were never her usual wants, having over a small handful of people didn't seem like a bad idea. at least, not until her dad came waltzing in, interrupting her make out session with the only boy who seemed remotely interested in her, chase. the drunken haze he was in almost seemed to completely disappear, and in its place came a very angry man, ready to crack whatever skull he needed to to make his point. just the display from him going ballistic on one of the end tables was enough to send her friends scattering, luckily. unfortunately for quinn, however, she had no where else to go.

in his drunken state, and upon seeing his daughter acting so maturely, he somehow got it in his head that he had to teach quinnlan the ways of becoming a true woman before she was allowed to go off and experiment with whoever. to him, it all made sense when he grabbed quinnlan from her favourite hiding spot in her closet by the neck, and hauled her back out into her bedroom. there was nothing wrong with forcing her down, and ripping her clothes to shreds. it was alright to steal his only daughter's virginity, and leave her sobbing in the fetal position at the end of her bed.

her life was never the same after that. out of everything that had happened to her in the entire span of her life so far, out of everything, that is what delivered the most damage to her soul.

months after her virginity was torn from her, quinnlan started to stop caring about everything. she let herself go, appearance-wise, and stopped bothering to style her hair. the clothes she wore grew baggier, darker. alcohol became her best friend by the time she was sixteen, and drugs weren't very far behind. for the longest time, she did nothing but let herself get taken advantage of, just as long as it meant she got something out of it; alcohol, drugs, or a place to stay that was away from her father. schooling was no longer a care for her, and before she could even finish her tenth grade year, she'd already considered herself well over the drop-out stage.

it wasn't long before quinn ended up on the streets, scrounging in any way she could for a way to survive. on the lucky days, she'd find herself someone willing to bend her over in the back street just so she'd be able to eat a meal. she used her body as her ticket of service to get anything she wanted or needed, whenever she could. it didn't work very often, but she had started to make a bit of a name for herself amongst the perverted men of new orleans. before she was nineteen, quinnlan had regulars who'd come to see her almost daily. she did her best not to complain, especially after all the money she "earned" bought her a roof over her head, and a warm place to sleep at night. the apartment wasn't much of anything but four walls and a roof, but it became her base of command rather quickly. in months, her client list had started to grow, and more and more people wanted to pencil in some time with quinnlan. but her prices were starting to rack a little too high.

one client, a relatively new one, started to complain about the price she was asking for. because his kinks were more than just a little different than her usual, quinnlan didn't want to get his rocks off for the usual price she allowed men to pay. she wanted to actually earn something out of this encounter. he didn't like that very much, and accused her of trying to rip him off. defensive isn't quite the word i'd use to describe her reaction to that, but she did get relatively upset about it, especially when she put up with so much just for him to get off. it escalated to the point where his hands were clamped around quinn's throat, and flashbacks of her father began to sprout from behind her eyelids. at first she was scared as all hell, but after she felt the pressure of her clothes being ripped, something inside quinn finally snapped.

the first object that she could clench her right hand around was a hammer, and as soon as she got a good enough grip on it, she piled it right into the side of his skull. multiple times. by the time quinn had gained control over herself again, and the serge of energy had been released, his face wasn't recognizable. it took a matter of hours to get over the fact that she'd actually killed a man, but after she thought about everything and put it into perspective, all her overwhelming emotions seemed to lift off her shoulders. all that hatred, and angst, and pain that she's felt over the years had been released, even for a moment. and she couldn't have felt any better, even if she was trying extremely hard.

it was clear to her what she had to do after then. leaving the body, uncaring for its mess, quinnlan changed her clothes and set off to her old family home. as expected, her drunk of a father was still inside, drinking away the last moments of his life. when she arrived, he didn't even recognize her, calling her over like some hooters waitress. quinnlan played along long enough to get into his lap, and stab him countless times in the pelvic area. it wasn't an easy job, and it definitely wasn't clean, but quinnlan somehow managed to overpower her father, and take his life just as brutally as he'd ruined hers. she watched the life drain from his eyes without a single shred of emotion. it was her rebirth, into a new, beautiful world where she was given the power to rule her own life.

after hacking him into tiny pieces, and feeding most of him to the kitchen's garbage disposal, quinnlan returned home to gather the things she wanted, some clothes, and her money. she left as soon as she could, taking the next bus out of town, letting the sky be her map. eventually, she worked her way to california, spending an overall seven years honing her skills and covering her tracks. she's never been sure why california was the place where she felt drawn, but it was the only location in her travels that she had set out to reach for some unknown reason. but she started a name for herself on the streets, and it didn't take long before she had enough money to afford an apartment. and whenever the urges increased, quinn let herself dive into the skin of any foolish man who thought he could trust her in his most vulnerable moment. she started to rack the body count up rather high.

the news was all over her murders, the police always trying to dig up more answers, but normally only uncovered more questions. things were finally going the way quinn wanted them to, and there was nothing to stop her now. at least, there hadn't been until one of her clients surprised a woman who was so sure that she couldn't be surprised. when she pulled her knife out to slit his throat like she'd slit the rest of her victims, he shocked her to her very core. the sound of excitement that rang from his lips at the sight of the blade had her skin crawling for more, but she wasn't about to let this odd turn of events get past her urge. or so, that's what she'd been hoping. instead, xak dodged her slice, causing her to grow furious. they struggled for power over the weapon for a moment or two, but in the end, quinn's strength was no match for xak's.

but after he'd disarmed her, and just held her.. she felt new again. like someone had wiped clear all the pain and hurt she'd ever felt, and replaced it with this new, carefree feeling. xak made her feel like she was on top of the world, even a few days into their relationship. for quinnlan, it was love at first restraint, and she'd go to the ends of the earth and back if xak asked her to, just because he'd asked. their bond had grown so strong that in a matter of weeks, she couldn't imagine herself without xak; on the hunt, getting supplies, cleaning up their tracks.. she couldn't think about it anymore as a singular thing. she was no longer confined to solitary rooms, where she'd cry herself to sleep at night, or try and inject the pain away. now she had the best drug in the world, and he loved everything that she did, which made him ten times better for her.

their killings were slick, and smooth, and their luck with law enforcement didn't run out. in fact, months into her relationship with xak, and there literally was nothing stopping them from taking the world as their own. even as the outbreak occurred, they had nothing to fear. it was a little startling, having xak turn on her in such a manner, but after she'd rendered him helpless, and waited for the effects of the infection to wear down, it became clear to her that she'd never be able to remain scared of his face, or his gentle voice. no matter the things she'd seen him do to others, he'd always be her gentle and soft teddy bear. the last thing she'd expected was to catch the virus that was starting to clutter the streets, but quinn didn't mind after realizing that xak was going to be there every step of the way with her.

with their heightened senses, and free passes to live as they choose without being hunted by the infected, quinn's made herself rather at home in their brand new world, and she intends on staying for quite a while with her partner.

INVENTORY

TOMAHAWK HATCHET. this has been, and always will be, quinnlan's favourite weapon. she's been using this very tomahawk since before the infection's outbreak, and used it on her victims when she'd finally had enough of them. it's got its' fair share of blood stains, and small chunks missing from the blade and handle, but she cherishes it like it's made of gold.

LONG BOW. it wasn't until after the infection that quin found any use for a bow, and they weren't all that easy to come by in a crowded city like san fransisco. so, with the help of her other half and some black bindings, she was able to craft herself something good enough to hunt with. it's not that good of a weapon, but it's silent, and it gets the job done where it's needed. if she had to choose between her tomahawk and her bow, however, it'd be the first.

WIDE LEATHER BRACELET. normally, bracelets or other accessories don't mean a single thing to quin, but this particular bracelet means a lot to her. she stole it from her very first kill with xak, her only token of any of her murders, and she doesn't go anywhere without attached to her left wrist.

OTHER

depending on which personality quinn's currently zoned into will depend on her mannerisms, clothing choices, and hair styles. she also changes her hair colour whenever she can find the hair dye to do so; it's one of her old habits from when she was hookin' it.

OUT OF CHARACTER