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Quinn Morgan

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When Quinn decided to reinvent himself, he went from wearing ragged old clothing to new, top of the line clothing. He is generally always seen wearing slacks and a button down shirt, maybe a blazer or suit jacket. Sometimes a nice t-shirt and a blazer, but always slacks and fancy shoes. Never sneakers, unless he's working out. He is generally freshly shaven, but if he does let himself get a bit of scruff from time to time. He likes to look clean, fresh, and if he's just walked out of a board meeting, perhaps.

Quinn is a pretty calm person, at least that is the front he puts out. Not much rattles him, he deals with situations in a decisive manner and then carries on with whatever it was he was doing. He's not one for drama or messes and would much rather it all be cleaned up nicely and put to bed as soon as possible. However, he is of the spontaneous sort. He doesn't like dull moments, and getting bored is never good. The chaos that comes from boredom, can leave quite the mess that he hates cleaning up later.

His confidence is huge, something that he has had to build on in the past twenty years or so. Once he had mastered confidence, though, he's never lost it. That confidence sometimes comes off as being highly arrogant or cocky, which he's all of that as well and really doesn't care what the hell anyone thinks of him. He knows what he wants and he goes for it, whoever is in the way better move on or he'll move you himself.

He is protective of the people he cares about, which is few. Be lucky if you make his list, but you probably won't. He's selfish in the way like all selfish people are, if he isn't getting something out of it then he doesn't care.

It was all about the blood. Phillippe will never admit to anything else. It was all about that Seelie blood. The way it would coat his tongue, bursting with energy and magic as it traveled through his system and made him feel human again. Hell, he was human again if only for a little bit. Everything that had died when he had died and become reborn had come alive and it felt amazing. Kaelie, of course, was in it for love. The dark haired vampire had stolen her heart the moment they had both laid eyes upon one another. Giving her blood, and her body, was easy for her to do. In the end, she knew she should have listened to her Seelie family when it came to being careful with Phillippe. Vampires and Seelie should not mix, not in a time when Vampires had little control over themselves, not when Vampires could be so volatile.

Of course, if Kaelie would have listened she would not have had her son.

When she became pregnant, she was ecstatic and promptly told Phillippe the moment she saw him. This sent Phillippe into a tailspin of destruction. A child? He did not want a child. He did not want love or marriage, he only wanted her blood. It took him little time to grab her and sink his teeth in her neck. He took and took, and then when he didn’t think he could take any more he took anyway. He filled himself with her magical blood, and when he’d had every last drop or thought he had, he dropped her limp, lifeless body on the floor and left her there to die.

Somehow, Kaelie and her unborn child survived. Months later, she gave birth to a strong, dark headed baby boy who looked uncannily like his father. Unable to look into his eyes, to hold him, to feed or bathe him, she thrust the child into the arms of her Seelie family, a woman, Briar, who could not have children of her own eagerly took him into her arms and raised him as if he were his own.

Quinn became his name, not because it was one his mother wanted but one that his adoptive mother wanted. Childhood was good. Briar was a good mother to him and tried her best to help him tame his vampiristic tendencies. He knew he was different than all the other Seelie. They were all of light colored hair, pointy ears, shiny skin… Quinn was not. In fact, Quinn was the exact opposite. Dark hair, dark eyes, human ears, the skin did not sparkle, at least not really though it did seem a little more brighter than a human possibly. In fact, he looked more like an Unseelie than a Seelie, and he may have had the temper of one as well which was from his vampire side. Because of this, he was segregated from the others. No one wanted to play with him, no one wanted to be his friends, and definitely no one liked his pranks and illusions he liked to play on others.

He stayed with Briar until he was sixteen and cast out of the Seelie court. One bad prank, one bad illusion too many, and they could not handle him any longer. He had fed on another, without consent, and that was the last straw. He packed his bags and off he went into the human world, never to step foot in the Seelie court again.

Times were tough. The world was in the depression era. No one wanted to take him in, they couldn’t afford to. So he lived in the streets, learning how to steal for food when he needed and when that was scarce he learned how to hunt and take blood from unsuspecting victims. He tried to only stick to taking blood from those of people who wouldn’t be missed. Homeless people, mostly. And if bodies started to pile up, or people started to notice, he just moved on to a new city.

He was nearly eighteen when another vampire came into his life. Joseph was much older vampire, and he took Quinn under his wings. He taught him how it was to be a vampire, how to eat without killing, how to control his other vampiristic tendencies. He knew that Quinn was an odd bird, a hybrid of sorts, there was a beating heart after all, and the kid could eat normal food to sustain him, but when he figured it out he knew he’d hit the jackpot. There was a seedy underground that took members of the supernatural and sold them to the highest bidder. Joseph sold Quinn, setting the boy up to be captured.

Quinn sold at high dollar, each time he was sold. Sometimes it was for sex, sometimes it was for fighting, sometimes it was both. Each time was a bad experience. Then, one day, he realized he had a way out. His owner did not seem to be too concerned with security, and probably thought that his property would never act against him. Their stupidity was his gain. A little bit of illusion, a freeing of others that were with him, he was able to walk away while the other slaves rebelled and took the lives of the people who had enslaved them.

He had only one person he wished to deal with; Joseph. He was twenty-three when he freed himself, and for the years after that he roamed his way through the continent looking for Joseph. He eventually found the vampire in Oregon. He hunted Joseph for weeks, watching what he did and who he cared about, and one by one he started taking apart his little nest of devoted followers. And then, after haunting him for all that time, he finally confronted the man.

Joseph was quite the adversary. He was older, stronger, he knew how to fight. He easily outfought Quinn, and in the end he would have killed him if it hadn’t been for Quinn digging down deep. He mustered every bit of his strength, he called to nature and light, and at the very last possible moment he was able to generate enough pulsing light to throw Joseph away from him and impaling him onto a tree branch, straight through his heart. It was in this moment that Quinn became his strongest, the moment where he reached his immortality; he had been twenty-nine years old.

After murdering Joseph, Quinn was lost. He couldn't go back to the Seelie court, they would never trust the vampire part in him as they shouldn't. And living in a vampire world wasn't where he wanted to be either, mostly because his vampire father had never wanted him and it was because of him that his mother had never wanted him. So he started off with low crime. At first it was stealing cars, then he got into a mob family where he was hired to collect money from people or crack their knees. Then it was murder for hire. He became one of the trusted in the family and he took care of the dirty work. He was with them for years before he couldn't lie about his age anymore, so he faked his death and moved on.

Knowing he needed to now keep his head low for a while, at least in the human world, he put out word in the supernatural community as a hit man. You wouldn't think that supernaturals needed hitmen to do their dirty work for them, but even they like to keep their hands clean. After a while, he decided to 'retire' from that and reinvent himself. He had heard about a little place in Addersfield, a place where supernaturals could live in peace. He thought it would be good for a little while and he could lay low before throwing himself back out into the human world again. He cleaned up his act and after arriving in Addersfield, he bought a little place that he turned into a high priced whiskey bar. Only those with cash to burn come in, though it's not only for the whiskey. If the price is right, he may have something else for you from drugs to maybe even something nefarious in nature. He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, but again only if the price is right.

Ten years later, he still hasn't thought to leave. He quite likes his place in Addersfield...at least for the time being.

Hybrid - Fae/Vampire
Reached Immortality: 29 Years Old

Being of hybrid, the coupling of a Seelie Fae and a Vampire, Quinn has a mixture of abilities from each parent.

Enhanced speed, strength, sensory perception, and durability (Fae and Vampire Attribute)

Can control nature and light, as in not only does he have a green thumb but he can control nature to do his bidding as well as channel nature through his body and then direct it outward in a burst of light. (Fae Attribute)

Can cast Illusion in order to trick someone. (Fae Attribute)

Can feast on blood and/or human food in order to sustain himself. He rarely feasts on blood, however, unless it's for sexual pleasures. (Fae and Vampire Attribute)

Cannot lie - so he has learned to work around the truth when need be. (Fae Weakness)

Though vampires do not have a reflection, he does because of the Seelie blood

Sun will burn him. (Vampire Weakness)

Stake through the heart will paralyze him. (Vampire Weakness)

Iron can make him ill. (Fae Weakness)

Unlike most vampires, because he is a hybrid he has always had a heartbeat. He only 'froze' into immortality at the age of 29 and though he does have a heartbeat, it is considerably slower than a normal heart.

• Plays Piano
• Sings
• Likes honey, fruit, blood... Fae blood is the best blood!
• Steaks have to be rare!

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