Haoran | Tunshi Zejun
Mhinam
Born with markings indicative of strong Suyi blood, from the very start Sha Haoran was at a disadvantage. The stress of an unapproved birth, and later on, postpartum complications and stress from Sha advisors and other harem members had caused his mother, Suyi Caiji to fall into bouts of recurrent illness. Having a child with a lower status concubine was never approved by the father. His mother was ordered to remain quarantined to a wing of the estate for both bed rest and punishment. Being confined to the wing, Haoran's world was very small. The only thing ensuring Haoran's security was his mother.
Just passing Haoran's 10th year, his mother succumbed to illness, leaving Haoran without an assured placed within the estate. His father, Boqin, who was previously kept away by Caiji, had ordered Haoran's removal (especially pushed by Sha advisors). Being sequested off his whole life, Haoran didn't know what to do, he didn't know if he could find any refuge within the Suyi clan. He took shelter in a dilapidated shack just on the outskirts of the town instead.
Haoran had resorted to scavenging for food and digging through trash to survive. The clans mostly left him to himself- getting involved was another mouth to feed and unwanted breaths down their necks. Going through puberty with malnourishment had led Haoran to grow a lot smaller than his kind- he looked like a dirty rat. Fast forward about 5 years, a group of Sha children had easvedropped on a meeting between the advisors and oracles. Overhearing hushed whispers and frantic uttering about ill omens and evils, the children had misconstrued the meaning behind their conversations. Afterall, the only other instance they've heard about an ill omen was when their parents were muttering about that street rat. The children had conspired a plan to take care of the ill omen. They found him huddled inside the abandoned shack and stabbed him while he was asleep. Out of instinctive fear, he wrested a weapon out of one of their hands and hacked at whatever tried to touch him. The wounds were serious but not life threatening, scattering the children. An older brother of one of them caught the children as they were fleeing back to their homes and took one of the spears still gripped in their hands. The night ended with Haoran being hunted, subsequently pierced upon the spear before his body was dumped off one of the cliff's edges.