Vixxy Stixx aka Victoria Lynn Stevenson was born February 14, 1983 to an unwed teenage mother. Her mother, Kathleen had always had high expectations for herself and after being kicked out of her parents home, went in search of the perfect husband and father for her newborn baby girl. She wasn't looking for love, she was looking for security and social standing. She met Philip Stevenson at a friend's party and knew instantly he was the man for her.

Philip was a major shareholder of several large corporations at the age of 39, he'd been divorced twice already and readily proposed to Kathleen on their third date. He promised to be the perfect father to little Victoria and swore that Kathleen would never want for anything. Victoria was adopted by Philip Stevenson soon after the wedding, and according to Kathleen, life was wonderful.

Victoria, who preferred to be called "Vixxy" was a vivacious child, with a ready smile for any who crossed her path. Her long dark hair and dark skin were testament that there was something amiss in her parentage, both Kathleen and Philip being fair skinned and light haired. But of course no one ever questioned their claim that Victoria was his daughter, no one that is but a young Victoria. Her questions were unending, her quick mind never quite believing that Philip was her father.

Her questions were finally answered late one night, her mother was "sleeping", passed out cold from another evening of overindulgence. Philip had crept into the little girl's room and informed her that since she was not his blood, she needed to pay her own way, just as her mother did. A horrified Victoria was held in her bed as rough hands accosted her. And so the nightmare began, her hatred awakened that very night.

That hatred was nurtured over the next several years with nightly visits from her stepfather, the wicked old man who whispered threats on her mother's life to keep her quiet as tears streaked young cheeks. She didn't tell her mother, but Vixxy couldn't be defeated so easily. She soon extracted her revenge in small ways, a bit of bug spray in a coffee cup, a broken window...a shove down the stairs. And then she was sent off to school for her "rebellious behavior", she just couldn't be controlled.

And Vixxy couldn't be happier. With the exceptions of a few holidays a year, she was well away from her nightmares and Philip. Most of her time off from school she managed to beg her way into spending with her best friend, Jess. Jess had the perfect family, the perfect life it seemed, and there Vixxy found happiness and a measure of safety.

Jess was shy and sweet and the perfect best friend, she was always there whenever Vixxy needed her. She never judged when she heard the stories of Vix's past and she never, ever failed to make Vixxy smile with her gentle ways and blushing cheeks. Jessie Chambers was Vixxy's salvation, the one who made her see that life wasn't always going to kick you in the face.

Vixxy never had a problem getting the attention of boys, but after a tramatic beginning, she had no use for them, no trust of them. She had learned at an early age to turn off her emotions, to be cold...hard. And so she went through boys with hard determination..making each of them pay just a small bit, for the pain that her stepfather had caused.

She finally went back home after several years away, her mother's guilt trips had worked. Vixxy tried to keep the old man at bay, she installed a lock on her door, she snuck out when her mother's nightly drinking reached the point of "deep sleep". And she actually managed to keep him from touching her for awhile.

But then one night, after being out at a party and a bit tipsy herself, she had forgotten the lock. Lulled into a false sense of security from too many nights alone, she fell asleep. And Philip found his way once more into her room. His hand over her mouth, his leering smile hovering above her. It was a thing of nightmares, childhood horrors. Only this time it was reality once more, his age didn't deter his strength and he easily overpowered her.

Rape, that's what it was, but this time Vixxy was no longer 7. She was no longer afraid, and just as his disgusting member touched her body she struck out. A deadly switchblade she'd bought at a party, held tight in one hand, she slashed at his face. Blood pouring over her, his hand falling away as he cursed her and her own bitter laughter ringing out as his fist connected with her jaw.

Philip had staggered away to tend his wounds and Vixxy was up, tossing clothes into a duffel bag. She ran downstairs and spun the dial on his hidden safe, the old bastard had been embezzling money for years. That money was now hers, much too much to count, to even comprehend. She just stuffed it all into another bag, along with a few pieces of jewlery and a few VHS tapes.

She woke her mother and told her she was going back to school, she fabricated her tale on the spot and explained that she had enrolled months ago and that she had orientation in the morning, she just had to go now. Vixxy made off with the old bastard's money, his watch, and much to her disgust, she found out later, tapes he'd recorded of them together. Her innocence being lost, her shame recorded in vivid detail. She nearly destroyed them until she realized....

She had him. He couldn't turn her into the cops when she had proof of his perversion. She may be a thief, but he was a rapist. She left the house and headed for the City.....and beyond to the Hood. There she was safe from his reach, until the time that he found her, if he found her...