Character Name
Name: Saain
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Prisoner: Yes
Crime: Dust manufacturing/ procession
Candidate: Yes
Former Craft/Rank: Healer/ Journeyman
Appearance: Saain is a gorgeous woman, but faded. Her auburn shaded hair is shorter, curls just brushing the nape of her neck instead of the long abundant curls that use to fall to her mid back, tied in dark purple ribbons. Three years of growth and prison food, but it is more than that. Saain seems to be lost in the past, weighted down by something besides the obnoxious red jump suit that clashes with her hair. Her eyes are a mid shade of blue, eyebrows fine and feathery, large and open and sadden, as if she had learned some great mystery. Her face is oval in shape, skin roughen by the sun and a few years of burning and peeling. Saain is a tallish woman, 5'8'' in height and still curvy, even two years of prison.
Personality: Wistful, Saain is lost in thought. She keeps ruminating over the lost years, past relationships, her son being raised by an aunt and their only communication through carefully penned letters. Prison has given her a chance to ruminate over every bad choice she has made and to make fleeting promises that when she has a parole meeting, if granted her freedom, to make things better. For her, for her three year old son and for Oliver and his brother if they are still alive.
Gentle and forgiving, Saain has reached a point where she can simply give forgiveness. It might not mean much but she has sort of settled into being an unofficial therapist among the fellow gen pop prisoners. Saain has refused to work as a healer, instead she is focusing on teaching her fellow prisoners the basics of reading and writing, mathematics, and the importance of hygiene. She wants to help them get their lives back on track.
Lost, Saain has lost most of her fire that she once had. She use to be confident and sure of herself. She had been unwavering in her belief, sharp tempered when dealing with people she has thought to be crack skulls, and so sure that this relationship would be the one. That she could change them for the better. Now, she has settled into a quiet, accepting phrase.
History: Saain had a twin sister. They were born to a pair of healers, Piotor and Jia, with Jia cheerful sister Lanie watching over them. They had a elder brother, Kiaen and a younger brother Neal and things seemed perfect. Her eldest brother had impressed a bronze early on the sands at twelve. She and her sister were to be healers, apprentice at the tender age of ten to learn an ancient important art.
Saain thought everything would be wonderful, that she and her twin Maina would be masters together. That she would marry her current boyfriend Tamir and they would have children that would be friends with Maina children. She was naive and her sibling wonderful boyfriend was dealing her twin sister dust.
Saain tried everything she could to keep her sister way from her boyfriend. Tried to get Maina to detox, tried to keep everything discreet. She didn't want to embarrass her sister, her parents, their teacher. She watched her sister slowly denigrated, frantically covering and Maina died. Her twin was dead and the dealer that caused her death had just walked away.
She was angry and confused and needed any sort of answer. Saain walked the table at eighteen, a journeywoman and left. She wanted to find that dealer that had got her sister on 'dust. She wanted to make him pay and instead she found Fahd. He was charming and handsome and apart of the world she needed to desperately find.
Then there was Oliver. She never had a student before and a slum rat was not how she wanted to start. She was hard on the young man but slowly she started to soften. Oliver as intelligent, quick, and devoted to caring for his younger sibling. Saain started seeing them as less of a choice and more of being trapped in the slums. He had been born here, what choice did he really have?
Things soften, perhaps a bit too much. She shouldn't have started the relationship. He was her student, four years her junior but he was so eager, and had such clever talented hands. Saain should have been more careful, she ended up pregnant.
Oliver would have been a good father. She had watched him raised his younger brother but Saain couldn't stomach having a child where she was. Having her child used by Fahd, handsome and evil to harm them both. She left, left everything behind but some packets of dust. It was light, worth more than it weight and she needed to go home.
Those little packets of dust got her part way home. Saain dirty and tired had sought shelter with the nearest hold, and stayed a seven day. She didn't want to rely on their kindness and dust had got her so far... she started making it. Just enough to get her home. That was what had got her caught. Not any of the dealings with Fahd but stupidly making dust to get home.
The Dragon Watch waited. The allowed her to have her son and a few more months perhaps out as pity as they searched to find her parents and for her parents to obtain a wet-nurse. She named him Sunny and left. She would return... and hopefully be better then when she left.
Other stuff: Saain refuses to practice her craft. Oliver doesn't know he has a son and she doesn't know he is here.
Saain was pregnant with Sunny when she was 26, but she had him early the next turn at 27. She been at Wardens for three years.
