Saren

my son

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raised by a small group of homeless criminals squatting in the Outdoors ( a largely sectioned off and abandoned part of town where nearly all of the criminal activity finds its roots). he was left wrapped up in a rag in a bin with a note by his mother ,who couldnt bear the thought of him being killed because of his abnormalities: she had tried so hard to have him, and he was the only thing keeping her together. he was found while the criminals were looking for thrown out food in the city at night. they initially thought of handing him over but gave in to raising him themselves due to their obvious bad blood with the police and the risk of being caught. they "raised" him (badly) until he was about 13, teaching him how to pickpocket and shoot a gun and stuff, but over the years they were slowly picked off by people they owed money to, people they had beef with, etc. eventually it was just him left, and with the knowledge he'd gained from everyone overtime he descended into the crime world, first as a drug peddler and then as a higher ranked criminal, all while hiding his body behind hoodies, bandages and sunglasses, like he was harshly taught.

his first kill was at 15, to a criminal who someone in his found family still owed money to. the attacker beat him up badly, before trying to remove his bandages after catching a glimpse of his scales. saren bit him, and while he was catatonic on the floor, he shot him in the head, and took his broken lighter off the floor (the lid had snapped off) . for the next 3 nights he couldnt sleep, and on the first night he tried to pull his fangs out with pliers, but the pain was too much to bear, and he had to abandon the idea. to soothe himself he watched the lighter flame flicker on and off through the night

as he grew older he became outwardly more confident; with a sharp shot and easily money motivated personality, he got many new jobs coming his way. inwards he spiralled deeply , more and more ashamed of himself, barely able to look in the mirror at his bare body, and finding himself lonelier than ever

eventually he managed to rent a small flat on the Fence ( the strip between the Outdoors and the main city ) with all the money he made, and just spends his days either sleeping, shopping, taking on jobs, fighting his landlady or trying to occupy his emptiness with a random new hobby, like playing the guitar or card tricks, which he usually does not follow up on the next day: this is why his room is filled to the teeth with useless random items