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[Cassandra Isabelle Quinn]

I go by (dark), and my time zone is (central). I found this site by (caution). You can contact me (PM).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Cassandra Isabelle Quinn.

AGE:

30, but appears 24.

GENDER:

Female.

SEXUALITY:

Bisexual.

SPECIES:

Angel Hybrid: Angel/Vampire.

NATIONALITY:

Passport says American.

OCCUPATION:

Video Game Designer and Voice Actor.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Belle stands at six feet tall, thanks to her dear parent’s height genes, but unlike her muscular father; she gained her mother’s lithe form with only slight muscle build in place. The muscle build is more from her own effort than genes, but she won’t own up to that. Thick, chocolate brown hair falls near perfectly down her back to the length of just the middle of her back. She isn’t the type to really put a terrible amount of effort into her hair as it tends to do as it pleases regardless of extreme effort. So, down in those annoyingly luscious waves or up in some form of an up-do, out of her way preferably. Convenience is the name of the game when it comes to this girl’s hair, and if it takes more than an hour to do, then it will not happen. Large green eyes with brown flecks around the center grace her lightly tanned skin. To accent her eyes, she tends to keep her make up in the brown and natural type of looks. Like most things with this gal, if it takes too much time, then she isn’t likely to do it. She’s a simple gal with simple needs, so don’t expect to see her at the mall getting her nails done or hair done once a month by some stylist. Belle isn’t that type of girl. She wears what fits her mood; depressed gets a hoodie and jeans, happy gets a mini dress and leggings, and angry gets a leather jacket and skinny jeans. Pretty standard. Does that mean she doesn’t go outside the box with her clothes? Oh, no, this girl is willing to go all out if the situation calls for it, but only then.

Clothes and make-up are a matter of choice, but for this girl, tattoos are a way of life. They’re an expression of who she is, and she loves to express herself. She has a key hole tattoo over her heart, a shadowed figure of a big daddy and little sister on her back right shoulder blade, a tattoo of “N7” on her left hip bone, a tramp tattoo of a heart made of gamer controllers, the year of her father’s death tattooed on her right palm in his handwriting, “CoD” tattooed on the side of her left middle finger, Love tattooed on her inner right pointer finger in calligraphy, a barcode tattooed on the base of her neck just below her hairline, an apple symbol tattooed on her lower chest, below and between her breasts, Lyrium written down her left side in cursive, a tattoo of Lord of the Rings’ Aragorn’s necklace just behind her right ear, and GAMER is tattooed on the bottom of her left food in bold, all caps. She doesn’t think she has a problem and plans to add more tattoos still.

CELEB CLAIM:

Sara Sampaio.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Belle is a good girl, yes, someone her father would be proud of with how law abiding she is, but she’s also her mother’s daughter and she will not be ignored. Think you can tell her what to do? Well, you haven’t met Cassandra Quinn because she will tell you off. You can try anything tactic you want, but if this girl even for a moment thinks you aren’t be straight with her or you plan to use her for anything, then she is done. She isn’t afraid to tell you so. If you try to force her, then guess what? The training with her dad will be put into use, and she’ll knock you out. Don’t get it wrong, she won’t go out looking for a fight. Belle just isn’t the type to be taken advantage of or lied to. Especially since being bitten, she’s gotten to the point that she thinks the worst of people first. Does that mean she won’t befriend if you’re straight with her? No, she just as a negative view of the world now. She is happy, is good, but her faith in the good of the world is very dim. To hide this fact, to hide her weakness and fear, Belle has resorted to being sarcastic, blunt, and sometimes rude to people. It makes her look like she doesn’t care, which suits her just fine. The truth is, she cares too much, and she’s afraid to lose anyone else. So, while she snarks and teases you mercilessly, she’s trying to show that she cares. If she didn’t, then she’d blow you off. She’s a good, sweet girl under all this, but bad times have made her tougher and harder.

LIKES:

Video games, running, kick boxing, yoga, singing in the shower/car, watching movies in the dark, horror, Lord of the Rings, mabari war hounds, her pets, parkour, dancing, talking with her hands, looking through old photo albums, the idea of meeting the man her father spoke so highly of, drinking, going out to eat, voice acting, developing games (mini/or not), rum, reading, sarcasm, honesty, and the idea of death.

DISLIKES:

Not needing to sleep very much, traffic, hollywood explanations of the supernatural, how her parents were killed, Alex, her reaction to being bitten by vampires, her need for blood every other week, sexism, assumption than just because she’s small she can’t take a punch, how easily she is swayed by a pair of animal eyes, birds, people trying to gain her trust only to try and use her, and having to push people away.

SECRETS:

Belle loves being bitten, she enjoyed tearing Alex’s throat out, and she’s not had sex with a man before though she’s attracted to them all the same.

FEARS:

She's terrified of heights, losing control, and being alone for the rest of her life.

DREAMS:

She wants to meet the man her father spoke so highly of somehow, becoming a well-known voice actor, moving up in designer rank, and falling in love like her parents.

STRENGTHS:

Belle is skilled in most forms of fighting thanks to her parents, angel healing abilities plus the healing ability of the vampire, part-vampire strength and such, skilled at video games and recalling information about video games she’s played, computer smart, runner, knows how to shoot a gun, can speak fluent Japanese, has wings so she can technically fly, fast reader, and high endurance.

WEAKNESSES:

She can’t cook to save her life, easily becomes consumed by a video game, often forgets to feed until she’s almost lost to it, emotionally weak, shy about all things sexual, often seen as rude with her sarcastic and blunt mannerism, can’t swim for anything, afraid of losing her temper like she did with Alex, terrified of becoming a monster who enjoys killing, and is afraid of heights .

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Angelo Quinn was never an ordinary guy, he was strange even for the angel he was. Complicated even. He wasn’t the picture perfect good guy, with his gruff exterior and harsh way of handling emotions, but he was good. There wasn’t an evil bone in his teddy bear type body. He was a war veteran, many wars he swore, but his wife was a different sort entirely. While Angelo couldn’t bring himself to fully explain his feelings, Isabella Serratos was an opinionated, open book kind of woman. If she felt like jumping her husband’s bones and cuddling him to pieces, he’d be told right when she felt it, no questions or beating around the bush. She was like that. He was rough and tough, she was grounded, soft, and honest. They went together well, and though both knew he was not quite whole, they lived happily. Even got married and chose to have a child.

Cassandra Isabelle Quinn was the product of the union. She was soft, beautiful like her mother, but tall and rough like her father. It was an interesting mixture of the two, but she was loved. Belle, as her parents fondly nicknamed her, was all physical affection from a young age. If she wanted to hug her parents, she did it without asking or talking about it. That worked for her for a while, but once she hit school age, it became clear that didn’t work with everyone. She’d tried to hug a friend in class as she often did, but ended up in time-out because the child hurt herself trying to get away from the ‘weird girl’. Belle didn’t understand, not really, but she pulled back, deeming the girl mean. Isabella explained that most people didn’t take kindly to affection forced on their person, meaning that she had to ask, but taken like she couldn’t initiate affection but had to let the other person. It made her stiff, awkward, and unsure of how to handle people. The start of her pushing people away.

Middle school was awkward as Belle started taking notice of boys, and at the very same time was beginning to be taught to fight and defend herself from her parents. It was odd. It meant she couldn’t be taken advantage of, but it also meant she knew some boys would try. Now she was awkward and afraid of other people outside of her family. Her mother did her best to alleviate her fears, but it did little. Really, middle school was just full of awkward situations and her trying to figure out who she was. Thankfully or not, her father stepped in and explained a few things to her, according to his experiences, which helped her greatly. So, in came sarcasm and teasing to show others she cared, which lessened her awkward feelings, and she felt better knowing that most others didn’t want to hurt her, just very few. Her father was proud to see her new view of the world.

High school was much easier, and she also got into gaming a great deal. There were clubs set up in the high school for each interest group, so she got into the gaming club right away. It was a place where she didn’t have to worry about being hurt because there was a monitor/tv between herself and another person/people. She loved the games. She could be anyone she wanted, she could make drastic changes in the story based on her choices, and best of all, she could create games on her computer for others to try. It was all so new, so fun, and it made her thoroughly happy. Her parents were happy for her, but didn’t allow her to slack in her training or school work for this hobby.

After graduating high school, Belle went into college for video game design in a state pretty far from her home. She went to a college in Japan, but she didn’t feel fear. She felt confident she could protect herself. The classes were very difficult, much more difficult than making simple games online, but she loved the learning experience. Learning Japanese was even harder than she’d originally thought, but people understood and seemed happy she was trying as hard as she was to learn it. It was all so very enjoyable. Perhaps her confidence and relaxation in a country she knew little about was her downfall, but it was thanks to this that something went wrong.

It wasn’t a big event really, just a party for the art department that went a bit crazy. No hard drugs, but enough alcohol that the group of them thought it a great idea to walk to a local convenience store for snacks. It was past midnight at this point, Belle felt the danger before she understood what it was. She felt fear before she saw the person. Her friends were just a few feet in front of her, just within arm’s reach because she’d been putting something in her purse. Something stupid that nearly cost her everything. Someone from the shadows grabbed her, silenced her with her hand, and sunk her teeth into Belle’s neck. Perhaps she should’ve figured out what it was, connected the need for blood to the stories her father told her about. Sadly, the alcohol and blood loss was making her mind swim, very difficult to process more than how it hurt and didn’t. Strangely enough, it hurt a little, but mostly something else. Like a tingly feeling in her stomach. The world went dark then.

Sometime later, Belle awoke in a strange place. Looking around she found her things and her clothes in place, but the voice broke through to her. The female, a lovely woman really, came into view and spoke to her. She told her that her name was Alexandra, and that if she wished it, she could impart a gift upon her. A gift? Belle didn’t understand, and Alex had to explain what had happened. She’d bitten her the previous night, she was different now, but the gift was another thing entirely. Alex was a vampire, but the bite didn’t take hold for Belle, thanks to her angel blood. This made her blood sweeter, Alex told her, and she wanted to know if she wished the previous to continue as it should’ve. Belle was curious about this gift, and that night, the two had sex. It was spurred on by Alex once more biting her, taking only a small amount of her blood, but it was enough for the feeling to return. Those wonderful tingly feelings in her stomach and a desire to feel something. It was powerful.

School went back to normal, thankfully it had happened the night before her day off, but still it was all strange. Perhaps it was because it was new and strange, but Belle loved spending time with Alex. There was no secret that Alex shared herself with many people, that Belle was not her only food source. Belle understood this, and enjoyed the time she could spend with Alex. In exchange for her time and blood, Alex taught her about her vampire abilities. The two were close, but it was clear that it would not last. It wasn’t a strong feeling, just a spontaneous sort of affection.

Nearing the end of her education, Belle got heartbreaking phone call from her mother. Her father had been taken down by a vampire assassin. He was dead. It was very difficult to handle. She swore to her mother she’d be home as soon as she walked across the stage for graduation. In the mean time she had time to do research, use Alex’s connections to find the people responsible. Why had they been after her father? Eventually came down to the fact that one of Alex’s lovers hated Belle for all the time Alex was spending with her, so sought to strike against her. It was petty, cruel, and Alex swore to help her seek revenge. So, it was done.

The night before her graduation ceremony, Belle murdered a vampire and let the assassin take the fall for it. It was beautifully planned and she only had Alex to thank for it. Perhaps she trusted the woman too much, but she only had so many people she felt she could trust. It was all so hard. Alex swore she didn’t see this coming, promised to keep in touch, but Belle didn’t want that. Call her cruel, but she didn’t want any of this drama to follow her home. She’d write to Alex every so often, but they couldn’t keep as close as they were. She was not going to lose her mother as well. She could not handle that. Alex said she understood, said she’d let her go. Belle shouldn’t have believed, shouldn’t have trusted her, but she did. With her life, in fact.

Helping her mother with the funeral arrangements was rougher than she could ever imagine. Her once strong and beautiful mother was constantly crying or angry. Never angry at Belle, but always so sad towards her. Was this their lives now? Belle didn’t understand, but she felt broken as well. How could someone like her father be killed? He was so big, so tough, but there he was, dead in a casket. Pulling together, Belle and her mother went through the motions of the ceremonies, but it wasn’t until days later that life really pulled the floor out from under Belle.

Days after the funeral, Belle got a surprise visitor. A woman was standing in her living room, looking at her as though she’d hurt her. Alex stood there, blood dripping down her chin. What was happening? Alex was only so happy to explain. She’d wanted Belle to return, broken and sad from the death of her father, and remain at her side forever. Alex had planned it all, down to letting her sire take the blame for it all. How could she fail to see all this? Alex smiled her haunting smile, and Belle was overwhelmed by her mother’s scent of death. So overtaken, so angry, so lost in her despair, Belle lashed out with all she had. Everything she was, everything she had, she lashed out at this monster who once nearly held all of her trust. It was enough. She ripped her throat out, ripped her apart, and burned her into nothing.

Belle was numb, she couldn’t tell her pinky from her thumb by feeling, but she let her instincts rule her. Picking up the phone, she called a few of her parents contacts and made plans to make it look like a murder that had happened before she got home. It was done before she had time to finish a shower to get the vampire blood off of her. The police could tell she was emotionally gone, saw the anguish in her eyes, knew she had lost enough. The reports were taken and her mother’s funeral was planned. Money wasn’t an issue with her parents collective savings. She could likely live the rest of her life comfortably enough on that alone, but she felt dirty doing that. No, she’d keep adding to it and live as her parents had. Work for what she wanted, earning it all.

It took some time, but within a year, she worked enough solo work and small gigs to get a call back from a bigger company. Sure, it wasn’t all because she wasn’t known, it was also grief. It took her time to heal. Well, to heal enough to function, but really she was never the same. She trusted less than before, and was even more sarcastic and uncaring in appearance. She didn’t want to be hurt again, feel that loss again. The call back was a good feeling, not one she took lightly nor did she assume a job. It was good that she did get the job, but she hadn’t expected it. She’s living life in Essex, New Jersey and just now starting with a video game company who wish to utilize her design and voice acting talents.

FAMILY LIFE:

Angelo Quinn (father, angel, dead)
Isabella Seratos-Quinn (mother, angel, dead)
Alexandra Black (sire/ex-lover, vampire, dead)
Fenris (pet, Tamaskan male, 1 year old)
Mario and Peach (pets, huskies, 3 months)
Commander Shepard (pet, mixed breed, 2 months)
Silent Hill and her kittens who’ve not been named yet (pets, mixed stray cats, 3-5 years/5 weeks)

OTHER:

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