Donalda "Donna" or "Don" Elliot

Donna was born to a factory working, immigrant family just outside of Detroit, Michigan in 1955. The heights of Americana. Her family worked hard for their lot in life and tried to give their family, their children, everything they could not have back during the War.

As she headed into her teens, she watched civil rights leaders assassinated, a man walk on the moon, and the turmoil of war brew overseas. Like many bored suburban youths, Donna had become disaffected to the system. She would sneak out of her house to smoke weed and go to rocknroll shows. What really set her down her path was seeing The Stooges live during the Funhouse album.

She desperately wanted to be part of this scene, not as a groupie though. It was hard enough for women to be accepted as proper musicians, but being fat didn’t help her case at all. Donna went through a few years of trying to start bands and projects with various people from all over the region: Detroit, Toledo, even out in Chicago. When it was time for her to go to college, she had had enough of being used by shitty bands for her body, drugs, and money. If they wouldn’t let her in, she was going to make herself useful.

Donna graduated with a Business Degree from the Kelley School of Business from Indiana University. She hated every minute of it. Between the Nixon Administration, the rise in crime and serial murders, and all of the sexist, elitist trash ‘old boys club’ types that looked down on her the whole time. The second she got her degree, she got the fuck out.

Donna worked her way up through the music scenes in the Midwest, mostly sticking to various genres of punk. While she never got the chance to perform herself, she was able to boost many women, PoC, and queer folk as she could muster. What made her vital is the fact she is one of the few punks that actually went out and got a degree, let alone had the sheer balls to face down much bigger labels. There’s a story floating around about a few bands she kicked out of her studio of terrible behavior that went on to become big names. Some saw them as missed opportunities. Nearly everyone gave their respect to her for sticking to her principles.

Everything was working well as the scene evolved with the times. Her small label grew to include new wave, goth, ska, reggaeton, and a few early hardcore bands. They were existing by the skin of their teeth. One bad album launch, and they were all done for. It all changed when a suave man from out West came in to listen to some of her most prominent artists record their albums. One thing leads to another, helped with a bit of cocaine and alcohol, Donna ended up in the hotel suite of this man. Their tryst lasted for several days before, one night, everything changed.

Being taken for a ride was bad enough. Being Embraced as a Ventrue into the Camarilla was much worse. This was everything she had worked so hard against… she wanted to die. Instead, her spite powered her revenge. Her Sire forced her to move her life to California, for his ease. She had to start over from scratch, but caught a break off the grunge, streetpunk, pop punk, and emo scenes that rose up. It took years, but Donna was able to finally break free from her Sire’s absolute control. She broke her business away from his and moved to San Diego. She still holds a burning hatred for the Tower and for her Sire. Hatred and some fear he may decide to collect her one night.