Height: 4'6"
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Brown
Clan: Gangrel
DOB: 11/04/1989
RIP: 12/16/2000

History:

~~The room was crowded; tons of men and women who she hardly knew surrounded her. Two faces she recognized very well, and it was from those two the encouraging words came from.

“It’s okay hun, go ahead,” the words came from her mother.

“Yeah babe, they just want to see what you have,” her father.

The little girl gulped, not liking this idea at all. But what could she do...mommy and daddy had to be right. They wouldn’t do anything wrong to her…would they?

There was a man in front of her, one she hadn’t seen before. And he was motioning her to come closer…and her parents’ words echoed in her mind. So she inched closer to him, looking back at her parents who urged her on.

She climbed onto the man’s lap, and his hands moved around her waist to that certain area no one was supposed to touch. He rubbed her there, his other hand moving over her chest...~~

Mindy jerked awake, a layer of blood sweat covering her body. She shuddered, trying to shake the dream but unable to. It happened almost on a daily basis…as much as she tried to forget it...the memories kept coming back, reminding her of things she didn’t want to.

Eventually she had run away, she couldn’t stand the crowds anymore, they terrified her. So one night at a party, she slipped through the bodies and ran out the door. She lived eating garbage she dug out of the trash. She wore what clothes she could find. It wasn’t hard for her to keep away from the cops; all she had to do was stay in places that no one else went to.

She screamed, pleading for help, any help...it didn’t help…and before she knew it, she was in his arms. His sharp teeth dug into her throat, then she felt more teeth digging into her soft skin. She tried to scream, she tried to fight, but there was a new voice in her mind...one telling her everything was okay though she knew it wasn't......

When she awoke, she was covered by dirt...perhaps it was meant to tear at her humanity...to break her bonds with her mortal self...but something happened then, something she couldn’t explain at the time. Close to frenzy, her body went into something of an autopilot and her body seemed to ‘float’ out of the dirt...like some ghost she came to the surface unhindered by the pounds upon pounds of mud that had kept her there.

She found no one waiting for her when she calmed down enough to get her bearings. Nothing of comfort or love, just an overbearing hunger she couldn’t feed.

Mindy wandered around like some drugged child without any destination. She just followed her instinct which led her to her first meal...a dieing dog...the victim of some lousy driver. She pet the thing as it's heart beat faded...and somehow she understood that it was better for the animal its pain had been cut short thanks to her...and both were happy.

She spent much of her first year alone, wandering where she would, trying to figure things out for herself. It wasn't until Kip stepped into her life that understanding finally krept in.

Kip was like her, and somehow Kip had known that...Mindy had no clue why that lady tried to help her out, but it was okay...she was nice, and fun...but Mindy just couldn't really keep up with her...the lady was just too energetic for her. So they parted ways, every now and again meeting up to 'hang out.'

Recently Mindy came upon "Tales" a bed and breakfast about twenty miles outside of Atlanta. She likes it when it's quiet, but sometimes it gets too crowded and she gets nervous around large crowds. Maybe it's for the best, but she constantly wonders if she wouldn't be better off dead...no one would miss her. No one cares enough to miss someone like her. She's just another run away...with nothing to live for...