Character Background
Kieron was your average upper middle class child, at least he was. Following the second Matrix crash Kieron's father lost his job. Unable to support themselves they rapidly burned through savings and favors trying to survive. Thanks to the piled up bills and the threat of eviction his parents made a tough decision. They sold Kieron to a small group of banshees to be sucked dry of blood and essence. Once the exchange was completed his family declared him dead and moved on with their life. Either due to his elven heritage or his youth he was invited to become one of them, assuming of course he did everything they said without question. He accepted.
When asked why he chose this path he'll usually say, "It was an easy choice. Either be one of them, or be milked like a cow then tossed in the trash."
In the end he wasn't as much a servant as an obedient child. They raised him as one of them, even taught him to use his magic talents. He learned of the powers and the curse of his new state, the burn of the sun and the sweetness of freshly stolen essence.
His new family wasn't connected by blood. Some were adopted in after the initial formation, while others were there from the beginning. They had a habit of moving often to avoid rousing suspicions. This led Kieron to learn a number of languages, either from a native speaker in the group or from moving to a new area.
He wasn't with them long before he realized what role he played for them. He was bait. They would dress him up nice and have him walk through the shadier districts. A well-dressed child has a tendency to attract attention usually either a ganger with foul intentions or a well-meaning guardian. Either way it ended the same. Led to a secluded place and stunned by one of his allies, no real need to say what was their fate.
In the blink of an eye five years went by. Though physically he look like a fourteen year old boy, mentally he had grown quite a bit. He started to clash with the others a bit. Kieron felt they didn't need to hide, stealing just enough to survive. Though not aggressively bashing heads with those in charge, his protests became an annoyance. Finally after once again displaying his determination to leave and live like a person with pride and honor, he got his wish. He was exiled from the group and thrown onto the streets.
With just the clothes on his back and his skills he had to survive. He stole what he could and survived feeding off drunks and bums for awhile. Getting tired of living off scraps, Kieron began to plan to get a larger source of food. He decides that breaking into a clinic should get him access to a pretty decent blood supply.
HIs plan seemed to go fine. He snuck in and found the storage areas quickly. Unfortunately while searching through cabinets and drawers, he was discovered. The owner, a woman who looked mid 30s in age, blocked the doorway and demanded to know what a child was doing in her shop.
Claiming to be a homeless child looking for food, Kieron avoiding having the authorities called. She introduced herself as Sheryl and offered to give him a meal and place to sleep for a few days. Kieron had to explain his infected status and actual age. It would have come up when he'd be unable to eat her food anyway. He admitted his reason for being here was to steal blood. Rather than being met with fear or disgust, she offered him a job.
As it turns out this clinic operates as a front for a small time chop shop. Kieron ends up getting to bring in the bodies. He'd bring in them unconscious, drain a bit of essence, then leave them to her. He'd keep what he wanted that was on the bodies and fence what was left. This continued generally peaceful for awhile.
A few weeks later, after his routine drop off to the fence Kieron began to head back to the shop. Once it was within sight he could tell something was wrong.
There were unusually large number of cars outside. He chose to hold off approaching until they left.
Once he arrived he knew things were wrong. Doors were kicked in and the rooms were in state of disarray. He found out what happened to Sheryl pretty quick. He found her body in the back. She was shot and left to bleed out on the floor, more than likely by big time organleggers who didn't want her cutting in on business. He grabbed some leftover blood packs and fled the scene before police arrived.
He used his savings to rent a small apartment and sought out the fence he visited so many times before and asked if he had any jobs he could hook him up with. He suggested shadowrunning and said he'd look around for him.