Born into the rigid caste system of the Grung, Pip was an orange-skinned anomaly who found the vibrant, screaming greens of the rainforest physically painful. To her, the jungle wasn't a home; it was a cacophony of 'loud colors' and 'shouting leaves.' She fled the canopy and found her way to a desolate coastal lighthouse, where the rhythmic, grey pulse of the sea and the steady, rotating beam of light taught her the beauty of controlled illumination. It was there she realized the world was suffering from a terminal case of 'too much noise.'
She eventually migrated to the city, setting up a workshop called 'The Dimmed Wick' on the foggy docks. Pip doesn't see herself as a rogue or a killer, but as a cosmic repairwoman. One evening, while staring at the night sky, she concluded that stars weren't divine beacons, but rather structural failures—leaks in the roof of the world letting in 'outside light' that keeps everyone awake. She now spends her nights practicing the weaving of 'Sky-Plugs,' physical manifestations of shadow intended to eventually reach the firmament and finally give the world a proper night's sleep.