Name: Sain Ashborne
Age: 18. He looks younger than this, however. His maturity is that of a full grown man.
Past: Sain doesn't remember much about his childhood, save for the cruelty and cold of the outdoors. His parents, alcoholics and truer monsters than he is now, silenced his cries with beatings. When he was twelve, he ran away. Finding it tough to live on the streets, he carved a life out for himself amongst shady members of the public and other runaways. He never dabbled in drugs or crime, despite the temptations encroaching him on all sides. He developed street-smarts, and his bright nature allowed him to learn quickly, an essential skill for survival. He never left Manchester, where he was born, but he stayed far away from his parent's neighbourhood. He has no siblings, or none that he has heard of.
Sain is always very polite, respectful and maintained a constant air of kindness, especially as a teen. He managed to talk his way into the heart of society through his innate ability to trust and receive trust in return. Sain has never been bound by what people think of him, even when he is dressed (comparatively) normally to what he wore on the streets. Day to day life, although hard, was surviveable thanks to Sain's dreams of there being more for him out there. He believed in the supernatural, although the existence of ghosts and other haunting spirits was a little too far-fetched for him. His first brush with the Kindred, however, came as a very large shock.

He was seventeen when he first met a Kindred, though he did not know what she was at the time. Upon settling down for the night, he noticed that a young woman, stunningly beautiful and yet painfully frightening at the same time, was strolling casually down the alley. Initially, he was unnerved. How could this angelic, evidently high-standing person be walking through such a run-down, crime-ridden area? That strangeness, however, was replaced by mere obsession. Upon approaching him, the woman had flashed him a smile that shook him to the very core, wracking his body with the need to be close to her. However, the smile, and her visit, was fleeting, she soon disappeared into the night. However, her image was painted upon his eyes. A true star in the night...
Through the passing days, Sain began to see more and more of the woman, but was always too afraid to speak to her. She, in turn, kept her distance. Regardless, Sain couldn't shake the feeling that she was there for him, that she was, in some way, watching over him. Yet, it marvelled him to see that the woman was practically invisible to everyone else. No-one ever approached her, or even acknowledged her existence! She truly baffled Sain.
Some time later, after a few weeks had passed, the woman's actions changed. She began to speak to him, get to know him a little. Sain, entranced by her seductive voice and looks, soon fell prey to her manipulative charm. She would often approach him just before sleep, and he never ever saw her out in daylight. They would talk for several hours, before the woman, presumably to sleep, left.
Night after night, they talked. Sain felt himself grew more and more attached to her by the second. On one particular night, she offered to take him to a house that she owned. Not doubting her for a second, he willingly followed, like an obedient dog. There, she let him stay, on the condition that he should not leave without her permission or as her as an “escort”. He accepted, and has settled in to a more comfortable life, despite the limitations.
Appearance: Sain stands at five feet, ten inches. He has bright, alabaster skin and long dark brown hair. He holds himself casually, often leaning on one leg with his hands in his pockets. More out of practice than habit, Sain often dresses to impress his audience, a custom made much easier now that he has a wardrobe of clothes. Often, he wears all black, normally a shirt and a pair of jeans, accompanied by a long, warm black coat that falls down to his calves. His figure is lean, but not muscular, and his countenance is handsome, with a hint of stubble. Though he hides it, his chest and back are covered in deep-running scars; mementos left by his dear parents.
Personality: Sain’s disposition to others is often quite warm. He finds it easy to make friends, and building up trust takes a matter of minutes. He has never seen the need to manipulate others, though he could easily do so if he needed to. Sain possesses an air of sincerity when he talks, often charming his way into the hearts of others. On the street, this was invaluable for gathering food to survive, and on the rare occasion a temporary shelter. He is also smart, and possesses a love of the arts, which is particularly odd for a street-urchin. However, Sain is not physically strong, and can’t fight well if the situation arises.