Born to Starr, Goddess of Fame, Strype began her life in the limelight. Even though he broke away from his mother, she still can't help but desire some kind of spotlight.

Humans more than fulfilled this desire. Strype always enjoyed humanity and indulging in what it has to offer. Their love of music and dance continues to supply her power to this day. But it wasn't until the 80s, where Strype took on the alias "Stevie Fraser", did he become a knockout hit. No music got her as excited as good ol' rock and roll.

He became close friends with Richard Miller, AKA Ricky-- a human and upcoming star. The two were inseperable, and an iconic music duo. Ricky was the only one who knew Stevie AND Strype. Even though Ricky was young, Strype was terrified to lose a mortal he was so close with. So with a bit of convincing, Ricky agreed to be Strype's archangel.

All good things come to an end, and even Ricky got fed up with Strype's BS. It was years later, when they decided to return to the humans and start a record label. Turns out, starting a business with Strype was the last straw for Ricky. Kicked to the curb by his own archangel, Strype returned to her realm alone.

Currently, he'd rather realm-hop than deal with angry angels demanding for the only one who gave the realm structure (Ricky). She'll go in any realm he isn't locked from, which is an impressively small amount. The Realm of Pleasure periodically lets him in and out. The Realm of Horror is his backup couch that she knows he's always allowed to stay at. He just doesn't care for Deismos'...horrors.

Strype is a a lazy, slobbish, and smelly couch dweller. Her only active moments come from rockin out on stage, or running from people he's pissed off. Other than that, she is more than happy to sleep on a pile of rotting garbage for months. He's fun in small doses, but she has a bad habit of overstaying her welcome. Slobbiness aside, he's laid-back, friendly, and playful. Not a bad friend, but certainly a horrible houseguest.