#about terran nytefyer

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So. This bit of Terran canon just hit me. It's something I've hinted at for a long time in my RPs and threads with Terran or referencing him. But I kind of wasn't 'allowed' to 'give it away' completely, so to speak until now. lol

Terran Nytefyer has never hidden the fact that he's a Living Vampire from the general public. Across the country, and internationally, what have you. He's stated it several times (but only ever hinting at his age - this keeps the illusion that, during a 'normal' mortal's aging process, he just takes really good care of himself and has had a lot of plastic surgery; and keeps the illusion that every few decades, he has a new birth certificate and ID and such drawn up, and that his descendants just looks identical to each other), and he's never been believed (despite never having gone to a regular hospital and never having been fingerprinted). The general public - even the press - believes it's just some sort of persona he made up to explain his 'eccentricities.'

People believe he uses this 'persona' to explain how he's so rich (no one knows his true net worth. No one). Why he throws so many blood drives (yes he donates a lot of blood to the Red Cross and hospitals, but he also takes a 'percentage' for use for vampires in NyteHavyn that have a difficult time finding a donor, and for those that are compelled to kill when feeding but do not want to kill while doing so).

People, in general, believe that his elongated canines - his vampire teeth - are either very expensive, Hollywood-quality veneers, or that he's went as far as to get implants.

Most importantly, no one knows about NyteHayvn Castle and Rhys. All people know is that Terran runs a sanctuary for 'outcasts.' He prefers it that way, of course, in order to keep the town and the castle protected within the dimensional bubble.

To say that Terran Nytefyer is a bit of a celebrity is an understatement. With all the fundraisers he throws, housing he's built for the homeless, being a vocal advocate of LGBTQ+ issues (being bi himself - he's been photographed with men and women, of course), women's equality issues, domestic violence issues (for both sexes/all genders, because he's been a victim of domestic violence), sexual assault issues, et al.

However, there is a select few, a handful, of people who completely believe Terran being a Living Vampire is not just a story, but the absolute truth. Some of these people just want to have their beliefs confirmed. Nothing else. However, some people in this small handful want to expose Terran for what he is.

So, to say Terran is a little paranoid, despite his calm and cool demeanor, is an understatement.

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Tolaas Bluue (FC: Joe Manganiello; he/him; over 900 years old; heterosexual; 6'3"; Living Vampire; ShadowHunter, bounty hunter, sometimes merc, general helper of people, PRIMARY MUSE; [more about Tolaas here])

Terran Nytefyer (FC: Drawn (no live FC); he/him; over 1,500 years old; 6'1"; Living Vampire; humanitarian, philanthropist, and proprietor of NyteHavyn Castle and the town of Rhys, also somewhat of a celebrity; PRIMARY MUSE; [more about Terran Nytefyer])

The ShadowLands

NyteHavyn and Rhys

Living Vampire

IMPORTANT: A few of my muses, Tolaas and Terran to name two, are powerful muses. I will not NERF their powers for any muse, unless previously discussed. They have certain abilities - Living Vampires are able to see and read auras and are very empathic, plus a lot of vampire strengths - which will not be forgotten about or deleted, not for any muse. Please take this into account when RPing with these muses. Especially where my god-muses are concerned.

VERY IMPORTANT: As stated in Terran Nytefyer's info, he’s spent centuries developing a huge network of contacts, and highly sophisticated resources - in fact, he’s spent centuries building up one of the largest, most comprehensive, and interconnected spy and information intelligence networks in the world, updated every year - with one of the most sophisticated and intelligent AIs ever created. And because of his intelligence network, he can find out almost anything - he even knows the identity of many of the world’s superheroes. He has top-notch security, materials, etc.  If there is something about your muse you do not want him (and by extension, Tolaas) to know about, please discuss it with me beforehand.

While this is primarily an RP blog based in supernatural elements - all of my muses have some kind of connection to the supernatural world - All of my muses, Canons or OCs, can fit into almost any fandom or plot.

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Zephyr Collins (FC: John Candy; he/him; 42; heterosexual; 6'2"; human; private investigator; Secondary) Hexton Kaz Pearce Mythological God Muse (FC: Johnny Depp; he/him/they/them; Age: Infinite; pansexual; 5'10"; ex-god; occupation: ???; Secondary) Mystery Taylor (FC: Jason Momoa; he/him; over 300 years of age; heterosexual; 6'7"; werewolf; bouncer; Secondary) Hades Mythological God Muse (FC: Voltaire; he/him; age: infinite; god being; omnisexual, but very selective; 6'1"; God of the Underworld; theme song - sung in jest, of course; Secondary) Joshua Talbot (FC: Ralph Fiennes; he/him; Unknown age, looks in his early 30's; human; heterosexual; 5'11"; hacker; Secondary) Balthazar Darque (FC: Tim Curry; he/him; real age unknown, looks in his early 50's; bisexual; ex-god (PTB), human but maintains some godlike powers; 5'9"; no occupation; Secondary) Eileen Coombs (FC: Jaime Ray Newman; she/her; 45, human; 5'4"; thief; Secondary) Spike - Canon muse - canon divergent after season 7 - only certain aspects from the comics will be acknowledged. (FC: James Marsters; he/him; over 140, speculation is that he's over 200; pretends to be completely hetero - actually bi-leaning; vampire - ensouled; 5'9"; self-proclaimed hero [enjoys the praise]; Secondary) Steven Charles Abbot (FC: Christian Kane; he/him; 40; heterosexual/bicurious; human; 5'9"; witch/wizard, opener/operator of magic shop Spellbound) Thorne Bloodbane - completely and utterly evil (FC: Thomas Ian Griffith; he/him; 30's - actual age is 1,350; bisexual, but sex is the furthest thing from his mind, unless its sole purpose is to hurt; Living Vampire - Sire unknown; 6'5"; occupation unknown; By Request Only) Jason Steelflint (FC: Terry Crews; he/him; age unknown, appears 40-ish; pansexual; human?; 6'2"; blacksmith; Secondary) Lannik Embree (FC: Timothy Olyphant; he/him; 214, appears 37; heterosexual; Living Vampire; 6'0"; bartender in a county-western bar; Secondary) RaDean "Dean" Harriman (FC: Can Yaman; he/him; late 30's; bisexual; human; 6'2"; photographer; Secondary) King At'Ele'gun (FC: Sendhil Ramamurthy, in human form; he/him/they/them; over 50,000 years old, looks 36 in human form; pansexual; Red Dragon - In Dragon form he is 85 feet long, max wingspan is 100 feet; in humanoid dragon form he is nearly 10 feet tall, max wingspan is 15 feet, in human form he is 5'10"; 'Ex'-Dragon King of the Kingdom of Elenion; as a human, he works in a mom and pop used bookstore; Secondary) Rachel Marie Evans (FC: Jennifer Connelly; she/her; 48; pansexual; human; witch; 5'7"; Licensed Therapist/crisis counselor, bakery owner, sometimes helper in Steven Charles Abbot's magic shop, Spellbound; Secondary) Captain Jack Harkness Canon muse - canon divergent. (FC: John Barrowman; he/him; omnisexual and polyamorous; over 2,000, but looks late 40's; human but literally immortal; 6'0"; head of the new Torchwood; Secondary) Ulysses K. Hartford (FC: Idris Alba; he/him; hetero and poly; 50, is actually over 100; human; 6'2"; independent contractor/part-time assassin; Secondary) Mason Briggs (FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan; he/him; hetero and poly; 52, is actually over 100; human; 6'1"; NYPD Detective and former assassin; Secondary) Aloysius Thompson (FC: Viggo Mortensen; [REDACTED][REDACTED][REDACTED]; Spy; Secondary (for funsies!))

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About Terran Nytefyer

FC: Drawn (this muse will never have a live FC) Sexuality: Pansexual (picky) Occupation: Humanitarian, philanthropist, (is also somewhat of a celebrity)

Terran Nytefyer is a Living Vampire, who is well over 1,500 years old.

No one really knows when or how he was sired, but he’s one of the oldest Living Vampires.

The town of Rhys, along with NyteHavyn castle, are both places he’s spent most of his long life building over a congruence and convergence of ley lines.  (Info about Ryhs and NyteHavyn castle are available in the links.)

He stands at 6'1", and can usually be seen sporting a vandyke (goatee/mustache); a white suit, a cane (which is normally used for fashion), and a white fedora.  He has deep, almost bright, icy-blue eyes.  He speaks with a refined, high upper-class British accent.

He’s highly intelligent (and has no qualms with saying so), has a bit of an ego (remember, he’s spent centuries developing a huge network of contacts, and highly sophisticated resources - in fact, he’s spent centuries building up one of the largest, most comprehensive and interconnected spy and information intelligence networks in the world - with one of the most sophisticated AIs ever created [which has gifted to him by a certain genius billionaire playboy philanthropist]. But because of his intelligence network, he can find out almost anything - he even knows the identity of many of the world’s superheroes. He has top-notch security, materials, etc.  The list goes on. (There’s a reason he seems to know almost anything that goes on in the world.)

And although he may seem like one of those high-brow, stuffy people, the man knows how to have fun and tries to have everyone’s best interests at heart.

He does have a superiority complex, of sorts.  But that doesn’t make him a bad person. He can, however, be quite cruel in action and word. Sometimes, if only to prove a point. But with his partners, he's almost a kitten.

In fact, Terran’s fairly fragile with a lot of things, but he doesn’t always quite let it show.

Terran Nytefyer has never hidden the fact that he’s a Living Vampire from the general public. Across the country, and internationally, what have you. He’s stated it several times (but only ever hinting at his age - this keeps the illusion that, during a 'normal’ mortal’s aging process, he just takes really good care of himself and has had a lot of plastic surgery; and keeps the illusion that every few decades, he has a new birth certificate and ID and such drawn up, and that his descendants just looks identical to each other), and he’s never been believed. The general public - even the press - believes it’s just some sort of persona he made up to explain his 'eccentricities.’

People believe he uses this 'persona’ to explain how he’s so rich (no one knows his true net worth. No one). Why he throws so many blood drives (yes he donates a lot of blood to the Red Cross and hospitals, but he also takes a 'percentage’ for use for vampires in NyteHavyn that have a difficult time finding a donor, and for those that are compelled to kill when feeding but do not want to kill while doing so).

People, in general, believe that his elongated canines - his vampire teeth - are either very expensive, Hollywood-quality veneers, or that he’s went as far as to get implants.

Most importantly, no one knows about NyteHayvn Castle and Rhys. All people know is that Terran runs a sanctuary for 'outcasts.’ He prefers it that way, of course, in order to keep the town and the castle protected within the dimensional bubble. The only ones who HAVE heard of NyteHavyn and Rhys, are those of the supernatural world, or who are very closely connected to the supernatural world.

To say that Terran Nytefyer is a bit of a celebrity is an understatement. With all the fundraisers he throws, housing he’s built for the homeless, being a vocal advocate of LGBTQ+ issues (being bi/pan himself - he’s been photographed with men and women, of course), women’s equality issues, domestic violence issues (for both sexes/all genders, because he’s been a victim of domestic violence), sexual assault issues, et al.

However, there is a select few, a handful, of people who completely believe Terran being a Living Vampire is not just a story, but the absolute truth. Some of these people just want to have their beliefs confirmed. Nothing else. However, some people in this small handful want to expose Terran for what he is.

So, to say Terran is a little paranoid, despite his calm and cool demeanor, is an understatement.

Terran is polyamorous.

(Terran is fandomless and thereby can fit across pretty much any fandom.)

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To reiterate for some people who may not be aware (and because this is important):

Terran Nytefyer has never hidden the fact that he's a Living Vampire from the general public. Across the country, and internationally, what have you. He's stated it several times (but only ever hinting at his age - this keeps the illusion that, during a 'normal' mortal's aging process, he just takes really good care of himself and has had a lot of plastic surgery; and keeps the illusion that every few decades, he has a new birth certificate and ID and such drawn up, and that his descendants just looks identical to each other), and he's never been believed (despite never having gone to a regular hospital and never having been fingerprinted). The general public - even the press - believes it's just some sort of persona he made up to explain his 'eccentricities.'

People believe he uses this 'persona' to explain how he's so rich (no one knows his true net worth. No one). Why he throws so many blood drives (yes he donates a lot of blood to the Red Cross and hospitals, but he also takes a 'percentage' for use for vampires in NyteHavyn that have a difficult time finding a donor, and for those that are compelled to kill when feeding but do not want to kill while doing so).

People, in general, believe that his elongated canines - his vampire teeth - are either very expensive, Hollywood-quality veneers, or that he's went as far as to get implants.

Most importantly, no one knows about NyteHayvn Castle and Rhys. All people know is that Terran runs a sanctuary for 'outcasts.' He prefers it that way, of course, in order to keep the town and the castle protected within the dimensional bubble.

To say that Terran Nytefyer is a bit of a celebrity is an understatement. With all the fundraisers he throws, housing he's built for the homeless, being a vocal advocate of LGBTQ+ issues (being bi himself - he's been photographed with men and women, of course), women's equality issues, domestic violence issues (for both sexes/all genders, because he's been a victim of domestic violence), sexual assault issues, et al.

However, there is a select few, a handful, of people who completely believe Terran being a Living Vampire is not just a story, but the absolute truth. Some of these people just want to have their beliefs confirmed. Nothing else. However, some people in this small handful want to expose Terran for what he is.

So, to say Terran is a little paranoid, despite his calm and cool demeanor, is an understatement.

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Tolaas smirked at her. "I'll just let Terran tell ya, himself." He reached into one of the inside pockets of his duster and pulled out a disk, about hand-sized and maybe 1/2 to 1 inch in height. He placed it on the floor a few feet away from her, pressed a button on the side, and stepped back. He leaned against the wall, one foot up on the wall behind him, and crossed his arms over his chest.

A holographic image of Terran Nytefyer appeared, a full 6'1" tall, wearing a white suit, white fedora, and holding a cane. The goateeed Living Vampire grinned, his own fangs able to be seen quite well.

After a moment or two, the man spoke. "Evening, Bat- erm, excuse me, I mean Miss Wayne. Yes, I know who you are." The image smirked, and his icy blue eyes stared right at Brianna Wayne.

When Terran spoke, he spoke with a rounded, well-educated, upper-high-class British accent. "Now, to continue. You know who I am, I do not go out of my way to hide myself. Though the public believes my 'condition'," Terran thumbed one of his fangs, 'to be nothing more than a facade, a persona I put on to face the masses so no one may know me, personally... I am who and what I say I am. I am a philanthropist, a humanitarian, a celebrity - oddly enough - and I have more money than anyone else." The image smirked.

"And yes, I am a Living Vampire. And so is my friend, Tolaas Bluue, whom you have met." Tolaas pushed his Stetson up slightly and gave a small wave to Brianna as he chuckled.

"Now, onto why I have sent Mr. Bluue to you - I have the largest information network in the world. Probably in the universe, not to brag," the image of Terran smirked and winked. "My information network spans centuries. I have grown and developed it, gathered people and reports, books and footage, over the course of almost thirteen hundred years, at the same time I started building NyteHavyn Castle. Recently, within the last ten years, Tony Stark helped me install one of the most intelligent and knowledgeable A.I.s in the world.

"Along with this, I have people placed in some of the best positions in every Alphabet agency you can think of - FBI, CIA, UNIT, the list goes on. I have people all over the world, actually. More than one could ever count. And no one knows who they are. They can never be captured or interrogated because they have been blessed and magicked so they cannot ever give information, even under torture, to any enemy.

"Now," the image of Terran rose and lightly wagged a finger, "they work in tandem with my computer network, and each other, to constantly feed me information and reports. I know almost everything there is to know in this world - and that's not me bragging, that's the truth.

"I have sent Mr. Bluue to you to ask if you'd like to connect to my information network? If you say yes, I have instructed Tolaas to hand over a flash drive," Tolaas pulled out a small flash drive and held it between his forefinger and thumb, "containing an executable file that, when brought up and installed, will connect you instantly to my network. If you don't trust that it will not bring you or your own network any harm, then you may run any tests on it, any virus scanners or virus busters on it, go wild. But, being a detective yourself, Miss Wayne, I figure you could use the services. This will cost you nothing," the Terran hologram raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

"But, if your answer is no, we will amicably part ways and I shall not bother you with it again," the image smiled.

"That is all, Miss Wayne, I await your answer. Good evening," Terran said, and tipped his hat. The image was drawn back into the disk and the dicks suddenly gave a little pop, and started to smoke. Tolaas walked to it, and crunched it under the heel of his cowboy boot, picked it up, and placed the broken pieces in his pocket.

In his other hand, he held the flash drive. "Well?" he asked,d waiting for her to decide.

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Tolaas grinned at her, his fangs glinted for a moment. He chuckled, but he was definitely checking her out. "I'm here on business, sadly," he smirked.

He knew the moment he mentioned the name that she'd recognize it. It was a name that was known throughout several alternate dimensions, always with those who had a hand or foot in the supernatural, which included superheroes.

And the fact that he basically had one of the best, if not the best, information networks across dimensions was pretty damned well known. Even if where he lived wasn't public knowledge.

"Terran Nytefyer heard - don't ask how - that ya were lookin' ta upgrade yer system. He sent me with a offer ta help."

He touched the brim of his Stetson, "My name's Tolaas Bluue, darlin' - I mean, Miss Wayne," he quickly corrected himself but his eyes remained locked on her. "About joinin' ya... maybe later," he smirked, winking.

He liked her immediately, he found. Tolaas and Bruce Wayne - Batman - never got along, for some reason. He was never really able to pinpoint why. But the woman in front of him? Oh definitely. Something about her just drew him in.

He knew he was staring, so he quickly looked down at his feet, so as to not come across as a creep. That's the last thing he needed someone thinking about him.

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How ‘famous’ and rich would Terran be in comparison to say, Bruce Wayne?

Terrran Nytefyer, in terms of money, has been saving for over a millennium. He knows how to invest, knows the stock market, etc. Money-wise, he's probably got more money than Bruce Wayne.

In terms of being famous? Probably not as much.

But, in the end, Terran has never sat down and compared himself to Bruce Wayne because it doesn't matter to him.

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Met Gala 2024

Open starter

The only reason Tolaas came to events like this, at any time, was because of Terran Nytefyer. And only because of Terran. As it was, Terran was personally called and asked to come not only to donate (if he would, please?) but also to give a talk on... Tolaas wasn't certain.

Even though no one knew what Terran was, or how old he was - he'd managed to keep this hidden for centuries by inserting himself into the right circles and reading money to the right people - Terran was still very well known in certain circles for his massively large donations to fundraisers, and for his own fundraisers and talks he'd give.

Whatever reason Terran was here for, Tolaas couldn't care less. Oh, he loved Terran closer than a brother, and usually got himself involved - of his own free will - in whatever Terran had planned. But he absolutely despised high upper class, hoity-toity, fancy-schmancy get togethers like this. Even though he knew Terran did gatherings of this sort because of a kind nature, he also knew most of the people did this out of selfishness and a need to be seen by the public as "doing something worthwhile while having money." At least that was his belief, and his scanning of peoples' auras, and sending out em;pathic feelers in this building proved his theory correct. At least with some people.

Tolaas refused to get all dressed up in some outlandish costume. Some of the people here looked downright ridiculous. Tolaas was dressed in pressed black jeans, black leather cowboy boots, button up black silk shirt (he only owned, like, 3 silk shirts - he always felt like he was just slipping around inside the fabric), black suit jacket with a western cut around the shoulders, a bolo tie, and his black Stetson.

As Terran wandered off in his own costume to mingle with the famous people and the people buttering up the celebrities in hopes of garnering more money, Tolaas looked around for a place to get the hell out of the way and away from all these people. And get away from the damned cameras and press. Tolaas hated having his picture taken by the general public, or be filmed by the press. He hated having his image plastered all over the news when he was hunting down particularly large ShadowDemons that were causing destruction and chaos in public places. Thankfully, he was rarely, if ever, recognized because no one, including the press, could get a clear picture of his face. He was usually in the middle of a battle, and moving too fast (especially while saving people) for anyone to get a clear picture. And when the fight was over, Tolaas would disappear back into the Shadows.

Besides, plenty of people wore cowboy attire. Nothing special.

He relaxed his tense shoulders a bit when he spotted the bar. "All right," he whispered approvingly to himself. He moved up to the bar, asked for a whiskey - Jack, if they had it - on the rocks, and tossed some money onto the bartop and told the bartender to leave the bottle.

It was only after the first glass and halfway through the second that he was finally able to relax just enough to turn around and watch people milling around, rubbing elbows, sucking up to each other, all trying to be seen.

He grabbed the bottle, his glass, and moved around the room. He moved with grace, between people, around people, almost as if he was gliding through water. And he wasn't being noticed. Nobody in celebrity circles came up to talk to him, inquire about what he was wearing, or anything else. He wasn't a celebrity. He wasn't known. He preferred that in gatherings like this.

He was here because Terran asked him to be, and that was it.

Tolaas did, however, enjoy looking at how some of the outfits fit on the women. He admired boobs, butts, and lips as he moved through the crowds, trying to find a "quiet" spot somewhere in the building, out of the way.

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(Closed starter for @sincerexsiren - Terran and Trinity)

He had been in these woods several times before in the past, and a number of times, he had spotted what looked like a plantation in the distance. Often, he would stop, lean against a tree, risking getting dirt of his white suit jacket, and watch the plantation house.

It took a long while, but he finally found out that the plantation house he had been seeing was called 'Grace House', and, like Rhye and NyteHavyn castle, you could only find the place if you were meant to.

So, Terran once again leaned against a tree and watched the Grace House in the distance. He was more than interested in who, or what, was in there, who could come and go, what were the rules, the questions in his head went on. Terran was nothing, if not curious. He also had a driving urge to just know things, things that had happened, were happening...

Grace House was a mystery because he had only been able to find one passage in an old book of magic that spoke about Grace House. Nothing else had been written about it. And he had searched. With his information network, had anything else been passed around about Grace House, he would have found it.

Well. It was time to find out what Grace House was all about. He felt strong magic here. He felt...comfort. This place was alive, it was breathing. It felt accepting. Which was everything that NyteHavyn castle and the town of Rhys was. Maybe he would find a kindred spirit in the proprietor of Grace House.

The closer he got to the doors, the more comfortable he felt. His ice blue eyes flashed, glowing for the briefest of moments, then the flash was gone.

Terran Nytefyer, leaning lightly on his cane, knocked on the door and waited patiently.

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Tolaas laughed. "In nine hundred years, I've learned how ta make a few," he grinned at her, his fangs on full display. "I don't, but my friend does. I'm sure ya heard 'a Terran Nytefyer?" If she paid any attention to the news or publicity, she would have heard about him.

"But yer name? I recognize it, an' I know he will, too." He grinned. "AFC Richmond," Tolaas said as he nodded. "An' the only reason I know that is 'cause he's mentioned how happy he is with how the team's been managed. Now, the only reason he told me that is 'cause I was with him at the time," he chuckled. "Otherwise, he woulda told someone else. Hell, he prolly did," he smirked.

Tolaas leaned forward a bit and tilted his head. He smirked again, but his voice came out soft and serious. "When yer done doin' what er doin' here... would ya have a drink with me, Rebecca?" he asked. "Just... me an' you. Just a drink, a chat."

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Tolaas watched her, the way she moved her eyes, the shape her lips took when she spoke. He licked one of his fangs and then his back teeth. He grinned wide, his fangs glinting, and then his grin softened into a smile.

He leaned forward. "I'm here ta crash the place," he laughed. "I love a good pub. But I also love crashin' a good part er a meetin'. Why? 'Cause it's fun," he smirked. "I know nothin' 'bout soccer - er, football. I know nothin' 'bout the players. But, I'll give ya three reasons I'm startin' at ya. One, ya look familiar ta me; two, I love yer facial expressions; and three, yer fuckin' drop dead gorgeous." He shrugged.

"My name's Tolaas Bluue, darlin'," he said, and touched the brim of his Stetson.

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/* for the vampires or Zephyr, or whoever you want to throw at Ed --@not-that-dillinger */

The only reason Ed ever visited bars was when he wasn't in a safe headspace to go home and Encom's walls felt more oppressive and confining than they did safe. That was exactly the reason why he was at this one.

Meetings with his boss, with casually veiled insinuations of corporate espionage or sabotage, in an office space that had once been his father's nearly three decades ago, and used to contain a unique touchscreen computer with a particular malicious AI that gave him nightmares as a kid, had a tendency to do that.

He sat in a dimly lit back corner of the bar with HeliOS booted on his computer and a grapefruit seltzer next to him. Code, he found, was always a good for distracting from unwanted trains of thought. Though he wasn't foolish enough to work on any of his projects for Encom in such a public place. What he was currently working on was debugging Talos, a program that was part assistive AI, and part system security.

He looked up from his screen, suddenly feeling the unease that someone was watching him. Ed closed out of what he was working on, and scanned the room over the top of his screen.

It was probably nothing, but with the restraining order fresh in his mind after his meeting with his boss, and considering that the legal protection it granted was about sturdy as the paper it was printed on when his father--CEO of the Encom's biggest competitor--could very easily bribe his way out of any repercussions or hire someone to carry out his threat of abduction, it never hurt to be cautious.

Zephyr watched this Ed person from a corner of the bar. Apparently, he was a big shot in the tech world. Was the son or grandson of a man who had created a giant virtual reality game. Zephyr didn't need to know the details. All he needed to know was a name, a place of business, or place of residence, and he did the rest.

Ed seemed paranoid. He was constantly looking over his shoulder. both figuratively and literally. Zephyr continued to watch him through his computer, having tapped into the security cameras on the bar, and having tapped into the guy's laptop camera. And no, Ed would not be alerted because Zephyr was just that good. He made a living doing this. And he would have been a shitty PI and a shitty hacker if his subjects knew they were being watched.

However, after another half hour of watching the paranoid man, Zephyr figured it was time to approach him on Terran's behalf. And if this Ed didn't know who Terran was, he was either living under a rock, or really didn't pay attention to news outlets or magazines.

Zephyr had a feeling that was not the case.

He opened up a dialogue box and typed- Hello, Mr. Dillinger, Jr. Look, I work for a Mr. Terran Nytefyer. I'm sure you know who he is?Billionaire, philanthropist, humanitarian... and no, he doesn't take after Mr. Stark. He's been around quite a lot longer than him. I am going to let you in on a little secret that might convince you to talk with me before I set up a meeting with Mr. Nytefyer.

What he's told the press, and the paparazzi, and several interviewers of countless magazines about being a Living Vampire... is the truth. Of course, no one but a handful of people believes it, chalking it up as a persona brought on by eccentricities that billionaires are apparently afforded.

Along with his public work, he also runs a rather secret information network. He has tasked me with finding you because he believed you'd be an asset.

If you're willing to talk, I'm sitting in the back corner of the bar. I am currently drinking a red citrus drink. The glass is rather tall, and the drink in said glass is carbonated and red, as I said before. It is sitting on the edge of the table.

When you approach me, just sit down. I promise not to bring attention to you. Especially since you look like someone who's being followed by someone other than me. And don't worry, I've tapped into the security cameras, I'll keep a watch on you.

If you choose not to approach me, I will return to Terran and tell him it's a no-go. After that, if he decides to approach you, he will do so himself. I'm just a precaution.

Zephyr hit 'Send', and then sat and waited, staring at the camera boxes on his screen.

@not-that-dillinger

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( @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men wanted a starter from Terran for Ophelia)

Terran had arrived at Ophelia's work after hearing many reports through his network about a rash of killings perpetuated by a purported vampire. Now, of course, that aspect of it had stayed out of the news, but certain police reports, those reports that make their way to higher-ups and are subsequently buried, had commented and theorized on this.

And Ophelia, one of the resident coroners in the city, head been examining bodies off those who had fallen victim of the vampire attacks.

Terran, in his pristine white suit, stood just inside of the sterilized room. He stood straight, his cane in his hand, tip against the ground. And he made sure he didn't touch anything. "Miss Deathholme," he addressed her with respect. "My name is Terran Nytefyer. I'm sure you recognize me. I have come to you, because some reports have recently, quietly, come to my attention."

When she turned around, he stepped forward and spoke to her over the table upon which lay the most recent victim of the attacks. He turned his icy, clear blue eyes downward, and looked at the body. "Tell me, have you spoken to this one, yet?"

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FC: Jeffrey Dean Morgan Name: Mason Briggs Age: 52 (actually over 100) Height: 6'1" Species: Human Sexuality: Hetero Occupation: NYC Detective

Mason is over 100 years old, although he only looks around 52 years of age.

When he was 18, he joined the military. Where he met Ulysses K. Hartford. They became instant friends. At around 21 years of age, in 1954, both of them were chosen for a fairly new Special Opds unit. However, it turned out that Special Ops wasn't exactly what they were chosen for...

No, it was America's version of Russia's Red Room, the place that trained Natalia Alianovna Romanova (Natasha Romanoff), and where they brainwashed and trained James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.

They were both given excessive, heavy, and violent training in assassination, turning them into killing machines. However, the super soldier serum that was used on both him and Ulysses not only gave them a bit of super strength, it heightened their senses, also giving them an eidetic memory, and the ability to basically see what your average person could not.

During their time in America's Red Room, they were both told of Natasha and Bucky... and were taught to hate them (and while they pretended to go along with this, neither actually hates either person.)

After a few years of using their training for special missions, they both got out, removed themselves from that type of life, and tried to use their abilities to help rather than kill.

Mason became a Detective, and a damned good one, thanks to his abilities. He has a knack for putting things together at crime scenes, sometime even better than Sherlock Holmes; he can see things that other people miss. And his eidetic memory is the perfect asset for detective work.

Mason, where Natasha is concerned, knows she's still in the business, but knows she has the final choice over her targets. And while he doesn't fear her, per see (he knows how good she is and how easily she could kill him), he does have a very healthy respect for her.

If he finds her loitering around one of his crime scenes, he will quietly bitch her out - for ' messing up' his crime scene. But if he comes across a crime scene that he knows was her work, just by piecing together clues and instances that other detectives miss, he refuses to turn her in. He knows whoever is dead deserved it. So, he'll fudge things, ignore a certain clue, anything to keep her from being questioned or caught.

And then, ver a little time, he'll quietly bury the case.

The NYPD doesn't know this part of his past. He managed to find someone to help him create a new past and new documents. As far as the NYPD knows, he did join the military, but not that long ago, and he did join special ops, but not that he was trained to be an assassin, and they sure as hell don't know about the super soldier serum, they just think he's highly talented.

At some point during his time with the NYPD, Mason became one of Terran Nytefyer's informants inside of the NYPD.

Mason grew up in a rather abusive household. That part isn't known by a lot of people.

He's been divorced twice.

He's a rather decent person and a damned good - great, actually - cop. He refuses to be the abusive asshole his father tried to raise him to be. Mason is the exact opposite of how he was raised. This included the negative, emotionless shit "America's Red Room" tried to pound into his head.

He may be crass and blunt, interrogative due to his cop nature, and a little suspicious. A bit snarky and sarcastic. Mason IS emotionally available, but he's sort of closed off, so it may take a while to get him to open up.

He's heterosexual and polyamorous.

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Wesley had had his nose buried in books ever since Lilah had told him that Lindsey was back and that he'd kissed her. That had bothered him more than her meeting with him.

He didn't know why, but it did.

Well, yes he did. Before he'd spent a significant amount of time around Terran Nytefyer's troupe, and noticed how many people that lived in not only NyteHavyn Castle but also the town of Rhys, were in happy, loving, non-monogamous relationships, Wesley had been the jealous sort. Not dangerous jealous, not raging jealous, just jealous. And he'd known he had changed, at least a little when he and Tolaas, and then he and Lilah, had spoken of Tolaas' attraction to her and he'd given his blessing to the relationship because he knew that he'd still have Lilah in his life, and that she'd still love him. He wasn't worried about her and Tolaas.

But, for some reason, the jealous feelings surfaced when her kiss with Lindsey was mentioned.

And, the more he thought about it, the more he'd come to the conclusion that it was because Lindsey was from a part of her life she wasn't involved in anymore, and he was afraid of what her being around Lindsey would do.

He'd realized he had been an ass. If Lilah had any intention of leaving him, for anyone, she wouldn't hesitate. She might have tried to be a bit more gentle about it where Wes was concerned, but she would have done it, regardless.

But she didn't. And he knew she still loved him.

He was being a fool, he knew this. But he couldn't help it, as hard as he was trying. Lindsey, and Lilah's ties to that past, would always be a sore point for him.

But Lilah deserved for Wes to try to keep that pushed off to the side. She wasn't going to leave him for Lindsey (because that would probably mean leaving Tolaas, too, and he was sure she wouldn't do that), and she wouldn't be going back to Wolfram and Hart.

Welsey needed to get his feelings about this whole thing under control. Yes, his feelings were valid, and he was allowed to have them... he just shouldn't let them affect his relationship with Lilah.

If something bothered him, he needed to discuss it with Lilah, not bury his head in spellbooks and demonology books and history books... he needed to face what bothered him head-on and deal with it in a way that would actually allow him to do so without causing harm or hurt to anyone he cared about.

Especially Lilah.

Talk to her, lay it out on the table, tell her how you feel and felt... and then apologize for how you acted.

He still had a few things to learn. He guessed that would always be the case, in some way.

A noise brought him to the surface from his thoughts. A knock. Then a louder knock. Slowly, Wesley stood and walked over to the door and opened it. When he saw it was Lilah, his face softened. He reached out and took one of her hands and gently pulled her into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"I believe we need to talk," he said quietly, and smiled gently at her, apologetically.

@lilahemorgan

After meeting and talking to Eileen, Lilah decided to go check in on Wesley. She walked down to his room and knocked on the door. She wasn’t too surprised that he’d kind of gone to ground and gotten a little lost in his research, because she was used to it, she was however concerned that he had been at it the whole time she’d been away with Tolass. She knocked on the door again this time a little louder.

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Reposted from the NyteHavyn Community:

So, there are three iterations of The Doctor who often visit the Castle. His 8th, 9th, and 10th regenerations.

Something something TARDIS glitch, something something solar flare - and then an explosion. This caused three of his regenerations to split from each other and appear in one alternate of the multiverse. So, all three can exist independently of each other. Even though it was almost impossible before, and caused many problems if it was even attempted (by The Doctor, at least), He (they?) can now travel between dimensions/universes with flick of a switch.

The Doctor became fascinated with NyteHavyn and its residents years ago, at first dismissing all the demons and vampire, werewolves and angels, (and all other supernatural) as aliens, and NyteHavyn/Rhys as some sort of stopover as they traveled. And the hidden dimensional bubble that housed the town and castle as a feat of science. It took a long time to convince him (them) that yes, this was actually real, no they weren't aliens, yes supernatural beings exist, and yes the dimensional bubbles was created with magic. Of course, Terran Nytefyer agreed that magic, in a sense, probably did use some sort of science that we weren't aware of yet.

Now, the Doctor has taken many, many residents of the castle and the town on trips in the TARDIS, and pops by the castle often because he enjoys the company, and mainly because he's fascinated by the whole place. He believes the castle may hold some sort of TARDIS science because, like the TARDIS, the castle seems bigger on the inside and seems to expand a little to accommodate the ever-growing resident capacity. Terran has since stopped arguing with him about magic being involved.

Also, the three regenerations sometimes travel together in their separate TARDISes, like a mini-convoy. This doesn't always work out, however, because sometimes their TARDISes have different plans.

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Thorne Bloodbane

Thorne in his human guise:

FC: Thomas Ian Griffith Age: 1,350 years old. Species: Living Vampire Height: 6'5"Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: ???

Living Vampire

Evil as they come. Thorne is around 1,350 years old, almost as old as his nemesis Terran Nytefyer. (Thorne's Sire is unknown). He used to be a good and decent person, and friends with Terran, but after an unfortunate accident which ended up in the death of a woman he loved dearly, something broke inside of him.

Over the centuries he became more bitter, more angry, losing more and more of his humanity. Until he finally reached the point where hate was all he felt. It permeated his soul, filling the hole left by his lost love with the blackest of black.

Now he absolutely despises everyone and everything. Especially humanity. Humans are a lower life form, so far beneath him that he considers them as no more than dog shit under his boot.

Love is stupid, ridiculous, doesn't exist. People fool themselves, lying to themselves every waking moment about how they feel, especially when it comes to love.

Thorne is the type of person to kick puppies, to punch random people as he walks down the street, laughing maliciously as he does so. He'll kick the cane away from a blind man and walk away.

He kills indiscriminately. He kills when he feeds, he kills at random just because he can. And he definitely gets a thrill from it. He also loves torturing people. He'll torture someone for days or even weeks. He'd even give them a blood transfusion to keep them alive just so he could torture them more.

He'll use a disguise, make himself look like an innocent human, just to lure someone into letting their guard down, to get them to trust him - and he can play the long game, he's done it before, just so he can destroy their illusions later. This can go on for weeks. He's managed to actually learn a shimmer, a sort of magical disguise that prevents humans from seeing his fangs when he's in his human guise.

And women beware because Thorne is very much a danger to them.

He's evil incarnate. And his purpose at the moment, as it has been for centuries, is to utterly destroy Terran Nytefyer and NyteHavyn. He blames Terran for his lover's death. He wants to humiliate and grind into dust everything Terran loves, tear it all down and watch it burn.

Since he can't enter the dimensional bubble that houses the town of Rhys and NyteHavyn castle, he must draw Terran and his crew out. He will go after those Terran calls family, he'll go after those Terran calls friends. Especially lovers.

He will create chaos and fear. Do not get in his way on his quest for vengeance, lest you become his next victim.

Thorne doesn't believe in relationships at all.

(Warning: I have to get into a very specific and dark headspace to write this evil dirtbag. So starters, replies, and such will sometimes take me a bit. This is a very dark character. A nd while I will not write out and describe some things with this muse, I will very much write out a lot of dark and triggering content. This muse will be heavily tagged with tw: trigger here. If I forget to tag something that is triggering to you with this character, please tell me immediately so I can tag it. As it is, Thorne bloodbane, unless I have a very specific purpose in mind at the moment, is BY REQUEST ONLY!)

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Joshua Talbot

FC: Ralph Fiennes Age: Unknown (looks in his 30s) Species: Human Height: 5'11" Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Hacker for Terran Nytefyer

Joshua Talbot, many, many decades ago, was a brilliant, decorated police officer. And ended up becoming a brilliant detective. Unfortunately, he’d pissed off enough people, a contract by the mob was put out on his life. He was married, with a wonderful wife and child. Then, the unthinkable happened. While at a stop light, someone walking by, obviously a member of one of the mob families he’d been investigating, decided to stake claim to the price tag.

His car was fired upon several times. Joshua only suffered a coupe of bullet wounds, to his arm and leg, missing any important internal body damage. His wife and child were not so lucky. Suffering from serious nightmares and PTSD from the incident, he quit his job shortly thereafter. Vowing to get revenge. He found solace in drinks, and much an illegal activity trying to track down the Family, and the hitman, by any means necessary.

Once computers came upon the scene, he ended up realizing he had a knack for talking their language. He soon became one of the best hackers. That’s when Terran found him. Offered him a job helping setting up his computer network. It wasn’t too long after that Joshua abandoned his thirst for revenge, especially after finding out the family responsible for the assassination attempt on him (and his family), The O'Reilly Clan, had all but died out. Instead, he ended up finding solace in helping Terran and his many causes.

Due to his past, he’s not sure if he’s relationship material, since his wife and son are still very much in his life (albeit in memory only). He’s terrified of love-type intimacy, opening up, and falling in love. For obvious reasons. He will push anyone away who starts to get emotionally involved with him. Therefore, casual sex, encounters, and friendship are about all he’ll deal with. It’ll take someone ridiculously special to tap into that wall. He’s also a bit of an asshole, preferring snark, sarcasm, and his defense mechanism of humor (also not taking much seriously, unless it’s computers, or his jobs), rather than serious, heartfelt conversation.