- Name. Granis Sajen.
Birthday. October 31st.
Blood Status. No-Maj.
Position. Correctional Officer.
Location. New York City.
Face Claim. Dominic West.
Share Face Claim? Yes.
Mother. Kira Sajen.
Father. John Sajen.
Siblings. Kala Sajen.
His life is normal. Well, as normal as things ever get.
His co-workers still call him Captain Hook after the penitentiary collapsed in an explosion that took his right hand, but hey, prosthetics these days are pretty advanced.
He's got a decent apartment, couple of goldfish, sees his dry cleaner every month. Got a regular at the deli, go out on a couple dates here and there. (It's fine, wink in the mirror, bud. You still got it.) It's comfortable, you know? (Also, fuck you if you think Olive Garden isn't fancy.)
It's comfortable but sometimes, when he's alone in his bedroom struggling to do up the last button on his uniform shirt, it feels like there's something missing.
It's foolish. Growing up, dreams were an escape from the smothering hand holding him under the water. He's not a kid anymore, though, and fantasy doesn't get the bills paid.
But sometimes, it's almost like there's something out there waiting for him that he just hasn't discovered yet.
Go figure, Kala's a pharmacist. Good for her, though.