Attitude: If the definition of 'carefree' were to animate itself as a person...Kip would be the result. She lives to have fun, but she lives for so much more as well. She is so excited/enraptured with living, it practically radiates from her skin. Kip wants to be it all, do it all, but even she knows she doesn't have the time. But hell, she can sure as hell try.

She says what she wants, when she wants, so don't expect her to hold her tongue. But Kip's never really been the type to start a fight, it's not really worth her time. Her biggest thing is to try to get others to loosen up, relax, have a good fucking time, and LIVE!

History: To be honest, Kip's history's not that interesting, and it's probably very similar to 1,000's of others. But none the less, to those who are interested...

She was born and raised in the birthplace of Jazz itself, New Orleans, Louisiana. Her and her parents never were on the same plane of existence. They'd say be home by six, she'd be home around nine figuring 'six' was more of a recommendation. Her teachers would give her homework; she'd do it, and then give it to someone else for a few dollars. She'd ditch classes, make phone calls to China, sneak into bars, the list goes on. She was constantly caught, and constantly grounded. It didn't matter to her, she was free in her mind. She'd stay in her room and read, free of her bedroom prison. So why did she do what she did? Simple, she wanted to see how far she could go.

It was one night in the fall of 1987 that Kip was told she had been enrolled in boarding school. It was also that very night that Kip snuck out her window and decided no one would ever tell her what to do again.

She lived on the streets, but she didn't let that discourage her. She managed to get a couple of dollars, and invested in a can of silver paint. Painting herself silver from head to toe, and standing on a plastic crate was how she made a living. Right in the middle of the French Quarter she'd set up shop, and pretend to be a statue. Some point later she changed her routine by adding a music box and changing her gig to something of a robotic type thing.

Eventually she decided she had had enough of New Orleans, gathered her stuff and hit the road. Each place she hitchhiked to she'd stay till bored, and then move on. Getting money to survive from small odd jobs here and there. In fact, it was at one of these places she met her sire, Amron.

As much as I'd like to say there's a long dramatic story between the two...there wasn't. He was quiet and rather grumpy. Kip was just the opposite. She loved life, and wanted everyone else to as well. Maybe it was that very attitude that caught Amron's attention. And from there he began to watch her.

Maybe it was out of malice he embraced her, or maybe he longed to preserve her unique view on life. Either way the deed had been done, and when she awoke...she was alone.

Having no one to guide her through the beginning, she depended heavily on her instincts and wits. She could smell blood now, like some predator of the night (How little did she know then that that was exactly what she was). She couldn't stand the sun, unlike before when she would bath in its warmth on sunny days. But it was the blood that scared her most, and the unsubsiding lust of it.

So she fled, deep into the woods she fled. And that's where she stayed for the better part of a year. It was in that forest she sat, and sat, and sat. When the sun rose, she would retreat to someplace darker. When she was hungry she would seek out something to satisfy the craving. When she ate, her body rejected it, least until one cold night when she consumed raw animal flesh. As disgusted as she was to try it, she was that desperate to get rid of these cravings. But the horror that came to her afterwords...no, it was not a good time for her.

Eventually she began to converse with the animals, though at first it took a lot of effort. The animals were able to explain things, as best as their feeble minds could...about what she was. It wasn't that they taught her like a sire would, but they gave her clues, images they had seen in the past.

It was one winter night, when she stumbled out from a cave and stumbled upon a man.