Sirkui never knew who his father was, and his mother died when he was just a child. Shuffled between foster families that never really seemed interested in him, all his life he’s been attention-seeking. Sometimes his foster parents simply did not care, others he unintentionally drove them away acting out. Even now, twenty years old and on his own, he is still driven by an almost childish need for acceptance, and he is still as clueless as ever on how to get it. Known to his friends as Kusi, he is normally found in the midst of a crowd, frequenting clubs, bars, and the like whenever he can find a way to get in. His typical attire is a sort of pseudo-goth look, enough black clothing to make you wonder if he owns any other colors, a variety of leather collars and wrist cuffs.

 

The latest person to have the.. honor.. of being at the center of his attention just so happens to be a vampire. Despite the danger, the situation seems to be working well for him so far. Collars cover telltale bruises at his throat for the most part, and he is happier than he has been in a long time.