Bio

Before… before all hell broke loose, Trix had a pretty good thing going on. She owned a beautiful dive bar in Jonesville, her clientele was mostly the Hell’s Rapists motorcycle club and their associates. This suited Trix well as it kept the riffraff out and the trouble to a minimum. You want minimum trouble when your most profitable business is done below the counter and behind the secret door.

Trix was a Renascence woman when it came to making a dollar. The bar did quite well due to the MC always being so thirsty, but the real money was made in the back rooms. There is where a thousand dollar buy in would get you a seat at the table with the big spenders. If cards weren’t your thing then head over to Bennie and place your bets. Bennie ran the bookie gig and the numbers game. The house took it’s cut from every game and the dealers made enough tips to keep their mouths shut. Most of those girls worked for Trix’s other business; pay for play girls and boys. Trix specialized in fantasy fulfillment. You give her your parameters and she ensures your fantasy is all you thought it could be. When not running these businesses out of the bar, if you were lucky – and willing to pay – Trix could be counted on to procure anything you could think of. There’s a story still told around Gainesville about the tank that ended up in the middle of Bo Diddley Park one night and the mystery of where it came from. Pharmaceuticals; both street and otc were nothing hard to get, neither were most street weapons. It did get a little more difficult as the firepower went up, but Trix added an inconvenience fee to her charge and never mentioned the hassle. There were very few items on the List. The List contains items that Trix refuses to deal in: Human trafficking; the folks that work the escort side of things do so under their own choice. Child porn; don’t even ask. Herself. There wasn’t enough money in the world to make her sell herself, either her body or her soul.

Trix greased the right hands and while she had a grand reputation as a bad-ass barkeep and a bit of a bitch, she kept a low profile on her other endeavors. In exchange for certain considerations the MC ran protection as well as logistics of her deals. She took care of “her boys” as she thought of them. They were her boys. They were brothers and sons and a daddy or two, they were family after all these years. They were also lucky. When Trix got a gut feeling that something bad was going down, she let them know and after so many correct calls, they believed her unquestioningly when she said, “Don’t do it.”

“Don’t do it.” those words echo in her head to this day. It is what she told him when he declared that he was heading to Daytona for the weekend. The last weekend. The last time. He never made it. She knows because he has been over there looking. She knew in her gut that it was goodbye, but hope is a bitch. Had he left her for another woman she could deal with it but he left her for her. He knew she wanted that bike and he was going to go bring it back for her as a birthday present. That stupid bike! She went over the day after the crystals fell to find him but all she could find was the bike with a bow and a tag with her name on it, still parked in front of his place. she spent two weeks in Daytona trying to find out what happened to him. The last time he was seen was leaving the Boot Hill Saloon early Sunday morning. The bastard thought he was so slick. That she had no idea what he had up his sleeve. Had he only listened rather than being a stubborn man.

After Daytona, Trix headed up to Jax to see if he might have made a run for it to reach his MC. She road up I-95 with more questions than answers. Reaching Jax she found a lot of those “others” the mindless sheep of the general population that had finally been made mindless. She still doesn’t know why she was spared. It isn’t like she had a lot of good Karma saved up or a history of good deeds. He had made her a kinder woman, a gentler lass… at least behind closed doors. He had always told her how amusing he found it to watch her at work with the attitude mixed with flirting that kept the boys under her spell. He had never fallen for her charms, never succumed to her tricks as he called them. No matter how many times she told him she didn’t love him, he would always laugh and say, “Of course not.” with a big grin on his face and that twinkle in his eyes.

After finding no sign of him in Jax at the MC, Trix knew it was time to head back home and start picking up the pieces. She wasn’t worried about her bar. She knew the club would ensure there was no looting. She was more concerned with the girls and how they were holding up. This is a whole new world and it is time she gets on her feet and gets going with conquering it; one dirty deed at a time.