Born on November 7, 1976 in Dallas, Texas, Kristian was the first child of Kristina Kaly Kash who was then 17 years old. Not knowing what else to do, Kristina sold Kristian to a family she thought would be better able to raise him properly. They tried, for about 12 years. When things started getting financially unstable for Kristian's surrogate parents, they turned him out. The last words he heard from them were, "You are more trouble than you're worth!!" So, Kristian took to the street with the only friends he had, some punks he knew from school. Kristian had been an artist for as long as he could remember. He found a way to show off his talent by tagging anything and everything... At the age of 19, Kristian found a more acceptable means of showing off his art. He became a tattoo artist. After 4 years he became a very popular artist in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. Which is how he came to the attention of his sire. On November 6, 1999, the day before his 23rd birthday, he was asked to stay late and close the shop. He was just finishing the last piece of the night when the door opened a beautiful red-headed woman stepped in. Kristian politely informed her that he was closing after he finished what he was working on and if she wanted a tat, she would have to come back tomorrow. She replied,"I just came in to talk to you." So, Kristian finished the piece he was working on, took the man's payment, and let him out. He turned back to the woman and asked what he could do for her. "You can die." She rushed him faster than his eye could follow. The next thing he knew he was waking up in an unfamiliar place. "Welcome to clan Toreador." the woman whispered when she realized that Kristian was coherent. "You are a vampire now. Go to Bryan/College Station and find other's of our kind. Good luck, POSER!" Then she was gone. Kristian went to B/CS to find out what the Hell was going on. There he met Isaac McKinney and Iasion Cassius who taught him a little about what it took to survive as a vampire. After that he moved to Huntsville to pursue an interest in Katarina Ravynnov. When he was told that she was the wife of the Prince, he decided to let it go and just hang out and work in Huntsville. Than, in February, he heard about the Toreador Ball in Beaumont. He was tired of being alone and decided to check it out. The rest as they say is history...