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Kemper Anjohnette Fox was born at 7:23am on the twenty-fifth of July in Charleston, West Virginia to Japheth and Harriet Fox. Her childhood was pretty typical of a middle child growing up in rural Appalachia and included such things as bible school, second hand everything, and playing outside. Her Dad worked for a construction company that was based out of Hurricane (a nearby town), whilst her Mother took care of the kids and worked part-time at the local Wal-Mart. Money wasn't plentiful, but the Fox children had their needs met and were given everything that their parents could afford. From a young age Kemper learned to make due with what she had, and to be inventive in a world of near-poverty. She was always a loud one, having to fight for attention (at times) since she'd become a middle child at the age of four. Still, she was a fairly normal kid. She made decent grades in school, had a group of friends to play with (including her neighbor and best friend; Jace), knew her baptist basics, and helped her parents and grandparents around the family's home and small farm. Things were going pretty well until puberty began to set in at the age of twelve.
Life began getting tough when Kemper became a teenager. Suddenly her peers began to become judgemental and experimental; prefering to wear make-up, watch MTV, and listen to certain kinds of music simply because other people liked it. This didn't sit well with the girl who was always taught to be herself. She didn't like many of the things that her old friends were getting into, and would end up losing most of her childhood friends by the time her freshman year was over. She struggled during her eighth grade year to fit in with her classmates, but ended up giving up when she realized that it didn't help and seemed to make things worse. High School was a little better, if only because she could hang out with the other rejects and older teens. So began her own experimentations into the dark and macabre, into 'old' music, horror films, tattoos, piercings, drinking, drugs, and sex. There wasn't much else to do in Polka anyway. When it came time to think about the adult world; Kemper decided, rather quickly, that she needed to get the hell out of dodge.
Her decision was made for her with the death of her best friend seven months before graduation. Jace had been getting more and more heavy into meth, though Kemper hadn't realized how bad it was. Then she got the call that no one wanted to get. After being up for days doing the shit; he'd been speeding in the early morning and had gone around a curve; hitting a deer head on. They'd been on the phone at the time and Kemper had heard everything. Therapy was inevitable and, with the loss of Jace, Polka suddenly resembled Silent Hill to the young woman. The brunette knew then that she needed something beyond the stagnant minds, the poverty, the heroin and meth, and the general lack of variety and openness that her body and soul craved. Having always been interested in animation, and having always been an artist at heart, Kemper decided to try for an art school in New York City. She got accepted into the School of Fine Arts and entered into a program for Stop-Motion Animation. She drove all the way, and never looked back.
No one could have prepared her for the pure chaos of New York City. It was loud, it was thriving, it was busy, it was colorful, vibrant... everything she'd desired. And it was a bit over-whelming in the most intriguing ways. It took a while for the Appalachian American to come to terms with her new home, to iron-out the things that marked her as a tourist, and to find her space within the city. School went well, though she had her struggles every now and then. She shared a small apartment with four other people, worked as a cam model for extra cash until she was old enough to put herself through bartending school. She found her niche in the Goth community and began getting into the fetish scene, eventually doing some modeling to supplement cash.
She got into her first major relationship in her sophomore year of college, which had been perfect... until it suddenly wasn't. His name was Luke, and Luke had some issues. After the third beating and attempt to make her snort coke; Kemper decided that enough was enough. She was afraid of the man, and knew that she'd not feel safe until she moved. When the man was at work; Kemper packed what she could and climbed into her car. She had a distant cousin up north in the Hudson Valley and that was where she drove. Her cousin helped her for the first six months or so, until Kemp was able to get back on her feet. In the meantime she commuted to school and filed a restraining order against her, now, ex.
Kemper has lived in Sleepy Hollow for nearly three years now, and things have never looked better for the woman. She's got a shiny new degree, and two part-time jobs that she absolutely adores. She keeps her shit paid, co-hosts a horror podcast, dabbles in making and shooting her own claymation animations, and spends time with her loved ones. She still hasn't been back to West Virginia, despite her family's requests. She also recently entered into a relationship in february of 2015, her first since leaving Luke. Things are going well, life is relatively easy (but always amazing), and that's all that matters to her.
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