#alperen duymaz gif hunt

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alperen  duymaz  in  erkege  güven  olmaz  (  ego  )  !     /     by  clicking  here,  using  my  directory,  or  following  the  source  link,  you  will  find  three  hundred  and  eighty  eight  (  388  )  gifs  from  episode  1.  all  gifs  are  made  from  scratch  and  should  not  be  edited  without  asking  first.  please  like  and  reblog  if  you  found  these  helpful  or  plan  to  use  them.  consider  donating  to  aid  those  affected  by  the  recent  earthquake  in  turkey.

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{ alperen duymaz , 33 , cis man , he/him } we are so glad to see you safe, military commander timur arslan of turkey ! it’s dangerous out in the world these days , but i hear that you are disciplined and dauntless enough to handle it. just don’t let your ruthlessness bring you down. stay on your guard , because with your secret being at risk for exposure , you wouldn’t want everyone to find out you've committed numerous crimes at the behest of the royal family you serve.

basic information.

full name: timur arslan. name meaning: of iron. age: thirty-three. date of birth: november 10th. astrological sign: scorpio. gender & pronouns: cis man , he / him. orientation: biromantic , bisexual. spoken languages: turkish , persian , arabic , english. title: military commander of turkey. martial status: unwed , unbetrothed. loyalty: the abduls.

personality.

positive: disciplined ,  dauntless ,  confidant , loyal ,  tactical. negative: ruthless ,  insensitive ,  amoral , calculative , mercurial. moral alignment: lawful evil. temperament: choleric. mbti: entj - the commander. enneagram: 6w5 , the defender. hobbies: sword fighting , hunting , chess , strategy games.

familial ties.

father: hazar arslan , deceased. mother: saadet arslan. siblings: four siblings , all alive.

history.

there was only one path for timur arslan. a sword was placed in his hand when he was young, and he was raised for the military. the arslans, a family with its own rich history, was known for their faithfulness to the ruling abduls through both good and bad times. it was only fitting that one of their children would continue such service by fighting for them. lord arslan was immensely pleased that he chose correctly for timur took to fighting with ease. many would call him a prodigy when he began besting men far older than him when sparring. not that failure was ever an option, a fact timur was well aware of so despite natural talent, he trained from dawn until dusk, if not longer, skill enhancing instinct, forging a truly skilled fighter.

he joined the turkish army as soon as he was old enough. no one was surprised when he rose quickly up the ranks, proving himself as not only a fighter but a strategic mind, often adjusting strategies on the spot when necessary. but the military was different than sparring in the safety of his family's manor; the real world was brutal, and timur adapted so it wouldn't swallow him whole. what was the point of fighting with honor when it would result in your death or harm to the kingdom you served?

the higher in the ranks he rose, the more the abduls paid attention to him. the glory of the empire needed strong hands to safeguard it for victory didn't come without a price, and after their war torn history and a new promise of peace, the royals couldn't dirty their hands. especially not the ruling sultan. it started small. timur was tasked with missions that danced along the line of morality, but the more of those he fulfilled without question the more nefarious the tasks grew. in the darkness of night, enemies of the empire would be felled by a faceless shadow. when more public shows were required, evidence would be carefully planted, documents forged. and if the hands of justice appeared to be reaching in the wrong direction, accidents would occur.

timur's morals weren't initially so far gone that they were silent, but he had been raised to be loyal to the abduls, to not question the orders of his superiors, to serve the empire. that was what he was going - or so he told himself, and similar words were echoed by the sultan himself, praising timur for each successful mission, telling him that he was safeguarding and ensuring the strength of the nation from their enemies. his hands grew bloodier, his mind darker, and his morals quieter.

arc o1.

as military commander, timur accompanied the abduls to lal qila. he remained mostly in the background as was common for him, a silent killer protector. the investigation concerned him little, beyond easily quashed anxieties that his own bloody history would be revealed, and his concern was the safety of the abduls, which included the persian sultan who'd once bore the abdul name. though as tensions between kin mounted, timur kept the fact that he also kept tabs on the man a secret lest protection be mistaken for spying by one royal and loyalty questioned by another.

surviving the reckoning was easy for a man of war. and if in the chaos, he eliminated other targets given to him then no one could prove that when those behind the reckoning wore their bloodthirsty nature for all to see. but timur also assisted in more honorable ways, offering his mind and sword as plans for ousting the rebels were constructed.

timeskip.

when the tides turned against the ruling sultan, timur had no intention of being dragged down with him. it seemed loyalty, at least to one man, had its limits. particularly when it was other members of the abdul family supporting the banishment. timur ensured his involvement in the sultan's crimes were well concealed, utilizing the skills that had previously protected the man he was now turning a blind eye to, and when sultan rostam and his spouse took control, timur was one of the first to swear his fealty. after all, the arslans had forever been loyal to the abduls, the first name mattered little.

however, timur didn't believe the conflict was truly over. no fight truly was when one's opponent still lived, and having worked closely with the former sultan, he knew his character. banishment wouldn't prevent him return as the nations gathered once more. only timur stood unsure what he should do if the sultan returned, never before having to choose between two members of the royal family. what he did know was that the peace the abduls still fought for would not be maintained without bloodshed, he was proof of that.

headcanons.

tba.

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(  alperen duymaz , 33 , he/him , cis man , merian 2  ) - have you seen  timur merian ? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re  intrepid  but also  vengeful. when you think of them , you think of  the sound of combat echoing through the halls like ghosts , ice filling veins , heavy is the head that wears the crown.

tw: mentions of war , violence , death , & ptsd.

basic information.

full name: timur merian. name meaning: iron. age: thirty-three. date of birth: november 1st. astrological sign: scorpio. gender & pronouns: cis man , he / him. orientation: heteroromantic , heterosexual. spoken languages: english , german , french. title: king of switzerland. martial status: betrothed to malai wagner , formerly betrothed to lara von bern ( deceased ).

personality.

positive: intrepid ,  forthright ,  protective ,  determined , confident. negative: vengeful ,  abrasive ,  guarded , mistrustful , short-tempered. temperament: choleric. mbti: entj  -  the commander.

history.

a child as wild as the swiss wilderness that stretched from the woods to the alpine mountains, timur initially struggled with his role as crown prince. he didn't want to sit through countless, boring lessons. so he rebelled whenever possible. rather than attend lessons, he'd hide away either in the palace or in the surrounding woods after sneaking out. the only lessons he did enjoy were his sword fighting ones. the master at arms called him a prodigy with a sword, strong but agile, fierce but honorable. he often wished he could live his life as a soldier rather than a future king.

the older he got, the worse his rebellion grew; as a teenager, sometimes he wouldn't be home for a few days, out exploring or hunting instead. his father's disappointment awaited him each time he did come back. the strain between the king and the crown prince was evident. loud arguments were common, each time ending with timur storming off and returning to the wilderness.

and then the king fell ill. the physician reassured the family that it wasn't fatal but seeing his father bedridden and at risk of dying was a shock for timur, who'd viewed his father as pillar of strength. yet even he was at risk of passing without warning. timur realized how unprepared he was to be king due to his choices. almost overnight he stopped fighting against his role in the world, instead dedicating himself fully to learning how to rule and be a good king. he shadowed his father constantly, sitting in on all meetings, at first only observing but eventually voicing his own opinions. he quickly proved himself capable, a worthy heir of not only the swiss crown but also his father's pride.

timur was eventually betrothed to a swiss noble lady, lara von bern. it was a small surprise, some thinking and others hoping that the merians would seek out a union with another nation, but the choice allowed the family to remain separate from the conflicts affecting other countries. the relationship was awkward at first but the pair grew closer with time, eventually falling deeply in love. and then france attacked.

war was brutal, a shock to the prince who'd known only peace. equally shocking was the failure of any country save sweden to come to their aid. timur watched as friends were killed, witnessed the struggles of the citizens, and took lives himself. he remained on the frontlines during the entire war, fighting alongside his father and his people. returning home, even to rest, wasn't ever an option in his eyes. the war therefore ate away at him constantly - even his fighting style changed, becoming far more brutal, honor was secondary when survival was at stake.

he also lost. lara had always been a warrior in her own right, and the couple proved a deadly duo on the battlefield that inspired. then lara was killed, and all timur could do was watch. the coldness that took over the prince was instantly noticeably as was him becoming more reckless and violent when fighting. it only worsened when his father was killed not long after lara's death. the fact that victory was in sight when his father died only made the loss worse.

the crown was placed on his head while there was still enemy blood on his face. the coronation didn't occur until after the war, a somber affair, no one in the mood for any celebration after all they'd lost. timur drowned himself in his kingly duties. he dedicated his first post-war acts as king to strengthening switzerland's defenses and directing funds toward recovery. it was initially a slow process but then the country entered a period of restoration that, under timur's watchful eye, resulted in booms in the economy.

timur had no interest in traveling to france. time hadn't dulled his hatred for the bourbons or made him desire any sort of peace with them. switzerland had believed there'd been peace before; the french had betrayed that. however after hearing how the situation continued worsening, timur saw the opportunity to find likeminded allies in addition to ensuring his family's and peoples' safety. timur didn't trust that, if backed further into a corner, the french won't lash out so best to keep an eye on them. plus he wouldn't object to having a front row seat to more failures and a possible bourbon downfall.

headcanons.

timur has very severe ptsd from the war. he is constantly on guard and crowded spaces put him even more on edge. his sleep is also impacted; nightmares are extremely frequent as are nights where he can't ( or doesn't want to ) sleep. on those days it isn't uncommon for him to then fall asleep in a chair or at his desk during the afternoon., which causes to nights of insomnia in hopes of avoiding them. he does hide his ptsd very well. the last thing he wants is for other nations to know and take advantage of it.

he's a man of few words due to being so guarded, and when he does speak, he is very blunt. he isn't one to lie or pretend around people, not even for the sake of politics. knowing that other people do only gives him more reason to mistrust strangers.

there was a time when timur was softer, more similar to a gentle snowfall than the biting blizzard he is today. the war with france destroyed that part of him. small traces of it do still exist, but it's buried deep.

he swore off love after losing lara. if he had the choice, he wouldn't marry at all but knows it's his duty.

his family is extremely important to him. there's nothing he wouldn't do to ensure their safety, even at the cost of his own. they are also the only people who see glimpses of the old, warmer timur. very much has an atlas complex. he believes he should shoulder any and all burdens himself so his siblings can have a better chance at peace.

has owned a dog since he was young. his father gave him his first dog in hopes that raising it would make him more responsible. his current dog, bear, is rarely not at his side. timur claims it's because she's a guard dog, and she is, but she also works as a therapy dog, able to sense when his ptsd is acting up and respond accordingly.

timur's reputation during the war was a brutal one. he became infamous for cutting down a handful of notable french commanders and whispers of his aggression and ruthlessness, particularly after lara's death, spread fast. it led to some, particularly outside of switzerland, calling him timur the brutal or timur the bloody. since the war the monikers have been used far less.

he once shared his father's preference for a neutral switzerland but all neutrality got them was an invasion, a war, and death. their lack of alliances surely a reason only one nation answered their call for aid. the time for neutrality, therefore, is over.

is actively looking for allies, particularly those who are also against the bourbons but is also looking to establish ties with more neutral nations.

wanted connections.

childhood friends ›› he's really grumpy but once someone gets to know him, he is capable of opening up.

new friends ›› he's really grumpy but once someone gets to know him, he is capable of opening up.

spies ›› timur quietly established his own network of spies after becoming king. they all report back directly to him. where they're located varies but i imagine one would stay in france as timur wants to keep an eye on the bourbons, not trusting that they won't attack switzerland again.

enemies from the war ›› the french and their allies. if french or knew someone who fought for the french in the war, it could be that timur was responsible for the death of someone they knew.

former friends ›› timur cut off anyone who supported the french no matter their previous relationship. he also shut himself off a lot after the war, leading to losing touch with many people. i also would love if he was once friends with a french noble or even a bourbon, could've been genuine on their end or not, but now only views them as an enemy for the angst.

new allies ›› anti french friends! or anyone neutral looking to ally with switzerland. despite his gruff exterior, timur genuinely desires to make alliances with other royals so switzerland has people they can rely on and possibly plot with against the french.

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Alperen Duymaz 

Please message me for a total of 355 gifs of the Turkish actor Alperen Duymaz  ( b. 1992 ) in his role as Emrah Amir in episodes 26 -31 of Çukur.  All of these gifs were made from scratch by me, so please do not claim as your own; edit in any way, use for crackship gifs or post in gif hunts. If you found these gifs useful please like and / or reblog !!

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⤑ Alperen Duymaz Gif Pack 2

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NOTES

birth year: 1992

ethnic background: turkish

content warning: blood

content year: 2018-2019

gif count: #54

last updated: 20/02/2021

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Hafsanur Sancaktutan gif pack

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Trigger Warnings: hospital, injury, crying, weapon, kidnap(ped),detention, blood

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Name: Kadir Aksoy Location: Celestial Hills Gender/Pronouns: Cis Man, He/Him Age: 238 Place of Birth: London, England Occupation: Owner of Sucré and Puck’s Luck Faceclaim: Alperen Duymaz Species: Vampire Clan Position: (soon to be) Second-In-Command Age at Transformation: 30

Quick Facts (Blood TW): 

The bastard child of a high-society mother, Kadir was born in secret and then raised by his father, a poor fisherman. As a teenager, he began working at a gambling house, learned his boss was a hunter, and was indoctrinated into the world of the supernatural. After falling in love with a witch he was investigating, he was killed and turned by a vampire he was hunting.

He hated what he’d become for years and will often go on cycles of not-drinking, followed by blood-lust binges when he finally snaps. 

He owns two businesses in town, Puck’s Luck and Sucré. He knows a lot about gambling and almost nothing about baking. The last time he was in town was six years ago, briefly, to set up Sucré.

He’s been popping in and out of Lunar Cove (officially) since the 90′s, but he was that weirdo checking it out from the shadows periodically for decades before that. He has never stayed in town more than a few years at most. 

He’s been in love twice, two very serious relationships, both of which ended badly, and is now very anti-feelings.

Technology? Never heard of it. He is a grumpy grandfather when it comes to the twitters and the instagrams. He still hand-writes letters, pays in cash, and no, he probably doesn’t understand that reference. 

He loves fishing and he’s had a boat docked for years that he’ll now be spending all his free time fixing up again.

Possible Connections:

Connections around the world: Kadir is an old man who has been traveling the world for two centuries, so if your character ever lived somewhere else, we could definitely make a connection of it.

Employees: Both his businesses are run by competent managers, so Kadir is that owner you’ve probably never actually met before, until suddenly mr. boss man is back in town.

Fight Club: As a human, Kadir used to compete in underground fights for money. As a vampire, he still engages in fighting competitions, but now only with other supernatural beings (gotta keep it fair) 

???: I’m open to all the things 

Full bio under the cut!

Trigger Warnings: Murder, Suicide Attempt, Terminal Illness, Gambling, Blood

Kadir was born a child of two worlds, and it became very clear very quickly which side would win out. Though his mother came from a family of great renown in London, when she fell in love with his father--a poor fisherman and trader--their affair lasted only a few short weeks before she was found out and forbidden from seeming him again. When her family learned that she was pregnant, they did all they could to marry her off as soon as possible in hopes of passing off the child as her future husband’s. Unsuccessful, her family sent her away to hide the pregnancy instead and, once the child was born, gave him to his father with enough cash to buy his silence and his promise never to contact the family again.

And so Kadir grew up on the docks, helping his father with the ship, learning to work the nets and to trade fish in the market. The hush money paid to his father was enough to buy a small house fit for two and a better boat, and for a time, they lived comfortably--not in the mansions his mother roamed, now married off to another man of high society, raising three “proper” children who would be given all the right clothes and tutors, music lessons and etiquette courses--but they had enough to get by, to be happy. Kadir never even imagined a life of more and, as his father had told him his mother died in childbirth, the idea of a spurned inheritance was completely foreign to him. Then, when he was fourteen, Kadir’s father fell ill. Unable to work and with all their extra cash going toward medicines and treatments, their savings began to dry up. The fish Kadir was able to catch sold for barely enough to get by, and soon Kadir was finding other jobs to make ends meet. He ran various errands for neighbors until one day, he met the man who would change his life forever: Edwin Calstock.

A successful, well-dressed, fast-talking man, Edwin Calstock owned the most exclusive gambling house in the city, and when he took Kadir under his wing, Kadir thought he was the luckiest kid in the world. For the next few years, Kadir worked at Edwin’s side, running various errands, working the door, then the bar. As time went on, Edwin let Kadir in on more and more of the business, trusting him with larger projects and more responsibility. Then, when Kadir was eighteen, his father died, finally succumbing to his long-term illness, and Edwin became even more like a father to Kadir, allowing the boy to sleep in the flat above the casino. Finally, when Kadir was twenty-one, Edwin let him in on the biggest secret of all: that behind one successful business was another.

Edwin explained to Kadir the unbelievable: that their city was plagued with magical beings, vampires and werewolves and witches and more. Edwin and his associates had made it their business years ago to rid the world of such dangers and keep their city safe, and they now offered Kadir a spot beside them. Kadir had gotten into more than his fair share of fights on the docks and over the years, had realized that fighting could even be profitable, having joined more than a few underground fighting rings to make some extra cash. But hunting was like nothing else he’d ever done before: more intense, more time-consuming, and far more brutal. On his first assignment, Kadir was sent out with several of Edwin’s best men; together, they corned a vampire who had been terrorizing the city for months. They handed Kadir the stake and told him to prove himself, to make his first kill, that it was all to protect the innocent. But Kadir couldn’t do it. He froze, the stake shaking in his hand, and watched as the other men attacked the vampire without him, staking her in the heart before she could get away.

Kadir went back to the gambling house after that, doing his normal jobs and continuing his training. Another year passed before Kadir gave him a second chance to prove himself: follow the rumors of supernatural events within London’s elite. Edwin sent him to the Pleasure Gardens, a popular amusement park in which anyone from any social status could attend if they could afford entry. It was there he first began to observe the behavior of London’s finest, searching for the threat. Instead, Kadir met a woman that stopped him in his tracks. He was almost positive he had never seen her before, and yet there was something about her that was like looking in a mirror: his eyes, his nose.

The second she saw him, the woman burst into tears and embraced him. You look just like your father, she told him. By then, Kadir was twenty-five, and his mother’s new husband had been gone for several years. Her eldest son, the head of the family now, was married off, but the younger children--a boy and a girl--were at home, preparing to partake in the next season. His mother insisted on making up for the years apart and invited him to several high society events, sending him first to the family’s tailor to be dressed properly and then for rapid lessons in etiquette. But it became very clear, very quickly to Kadir that this was not his life, not the place he fit in. The clothes all fit wrong, and he stumbled over the dinner formalities. The dances were like none he’d ever practiced in the clubs he’d attended--all too stiff and without passion. The conversations all went over his head in seconds.

Kadir allowed himself to be dressed up and paraded around--the scandalous bastard son--for only two nights before he snuck out the back of the ballroom and never came back. He continued to go to the Pleasure Gardens, however, because there, he didn’t feel so out of place, and it was during one of these nights, when he was dodging his mother and keeping an eye--and ear--out for rumors of supernatural activity, that he began to pick up on rumors of a magical family and a young witch. Kadir reported back to Edwin at once, excited to be on the right track finally, to feel like he had purpose and a goal. High-society would never be his life, but he could do this. He might not revel in the kill, but he loved the hunt, the mystery, the searching and putting together of clues. He had no idea how that job would change his life, but he did know, the second he set eyes on the might-be-witch, that he was in way, way over his head. It was impossible not to fall for Meena Raja. Kadir might have told himself--again, and again, and again--that he was spending so much time with her simply to make absolutely sure of what he suspected, to get proof that she was really using magic, and to see if she could lead him to more beings like her. But the truth was, Kadir was falling for the woman, and he was falling fast.

During this time, Kadir was still unsure if Edwin had the right idea about things. The more he got to know Meena, the more he wondered if maybe the supernatural wasn’t really as bad as Edwin thought it was. Then he met Theordore Moore. Theodore was a regular at the gambling hall, and in time, Kadir came to know him as the man he had to kick out night after night. Soon, Kadir was tasked with kicking Theodore out before he could even make it through the front doors, and the next time Kadir would see him would be in the early hours of the morning as he fought with Edwin about repaying his longstanding debts. Then, one day, while Kadir was cleaning up after a long night, he heard screams from the back room. Mop still in hand, he hurried to the scene only to find a true horror laid out before him. Edwin and five others, men Kadir had worked with day in and day out, men who had become like fathers to him in their own right, lay now in puddles of their own blood, eyes open but unseeing. Above them stood Theodore, his mouth dripping, fangs still peeking out from between his lips. On instinct, Kadir snapped the mop he was holding in two, crafting a makeshift stake like he’d been taught to, but it was too late. With a bloody grin, Theodore was gone.

From that moment on, the threat became real to Kadir. Whatever he’d thought was possible, whatever fairytale magic he’d been imagining, it was all a rouse. The supernatural, just like Edwin had always warned him, was dangerous, deadly. Now, with everything he’d ever known gone, Kadir sought out his mother for help. He would not become part of her world, but if she still wanted to help, he had an idea now: she could give him the money he needed to take over the gambling house and help Edwin’s dream live on. His mother agreed, and Kadir took on the business himself: both businesses. For when he wasn’t running the hall, he was training, searching, on the lookout for any hint of what had become of Theodore Moore. In the meantime, he continued to see Meena. He had learned his lesson about trusting magic, but perhaps she was the exception, not the rule. His heart tugged him in two directions, and one would always lead right back to her. Night after night, he would meet her in secret, and day after day, he would prepare tor the next fight. Next time he met Theodore, he would be ready.

But he wasn’t ready. The vampire was faster, stronger, and in the end, none of his training meant anything. As he lay in the alleyway, bleeding out, his life flickering away, he remembered hearing her voice, remembered her hands in his hair, remembered blinking up toward the sky and seeing her face instead. At least she would be the last thing he saw. At least, he would be with her for his last moments on Earth. And then he woke up, not just covered in blood, but hungry for it. Starving. He stumbled away, stumbled back home. He would not feed. He would not become a monster like Theo was. Determined to ignore the hunger, Kadir planned to lock himself at home and wait for death to come, but hour by hour, the hunger grew. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, except that the sun was rising and there was a knock on his front door, a familiar voice calling out to him. He didn’t remember much of what happened next. For the next thing he knew, Kadir was kneeling over his mother’s pale, drained body. She must have come to bring the money, come to help him; Kadir couldn’t remember. All he knew was that she was dead, and it was his fault. He was the monster now.

Horrified at what he’d done, Kadir attempted to kill himself, only to wake up a few hours later, perfectly fine. He stayed inside that day, hating himself, hating Theo, hating Meena for making this deal for him. And then, the next night, when the sun had finally set, Kadir took his things, the money his mother had given him to keep up Edwin’s business, and he fled town. In a way, he had always been a creature of the night, used to sleeping in the day and working when the moon was at its peak. He was used to skating the law, doing what it took to survive. And now that he’d crossed that line--the line he’d feared for so long: taking a life--there was little to hold him back. He started up a new business in another town. The business grew, and the decades passed in a blur of booze and blood.

Kadir knew about Lunar Cove, of course. For years, he did all he could to stay away from his sire and to keep from ever again seeing Meena. Those were lost years for Kadir, a haze of his own self hatred and his hatred for the world. Kadir’s bloodlust was particularly strong, and his resistance to feed would often leave him in a dangerous cycle: starving off blood, trying his best to resist, only to lose control all over again. One night, Kadir was out with a few other vampires, determined to do things right this time--simply catch and release, drink, compel, and let go--but the vampires he was with had other ideas. These particular vampires drank fae blood and had corned a pixie. When Kadir realized what they intended--not just to drink from but kill the fae--Kadir did not drink from him but stepped in to protect the man instead.

From that day on, he offered the man, James, a place of protection at his newest establishment, a gambling hall in which James was tasked with keeping the luck on the side of the house. In exchange, Kadir would protect him from the vampires who were hunting him. For the second time in his life, Kadir fell in love, and the years that followed were some of the happiest he’d ever had. He learned to feed safely, taking only what he needed and never killing to survive. For nearly a century, they lived together, traveling the world, changing towns every few decades before anyone could notice that they’d both stopped aging. It was James who convinced Kadir to go to Lunar Cove. He wanted to settle down, to stop running, to stay, finally, in one town for good. In the 1950′s, they moved together to the little town, and for the first time in over a century, Kadir came face to face again with Meena and Theodore.

In those years, Kadir did what he did best: he opened a casino, Puck’s Luck, and for a time, that was enough. Some days, he could even see Meena and not feel like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. Some days, he could see Theo and not want to finish the job he’d failed to do all those years ago--a feeling at war with a sort of horrible, instinctive pull toward the man, his sire. But Kadir had learned not to stay in any place for too long. After years of running the casino successfully--with the help of a pixie by his side--he grew restless, and so they left town and did not return again until the mid 1990′s when they decided, finally, it was time to go back.

James, as it turned out, had always wanted to open his own bakery and had spent the last century teaching himself recipes, Kadir serving as his taste tester. Once they had settled in, reclaimed their vacant house, and got things organized with Puck’s Luck--which seemed to have been doing fairly well in their absence--they would open a bakery in town. But the two never got that far. Just before they were set to fly back to Rhode Island, they were attacked, and after a century of protection, Kadir failed in his job. James was killed by vampires, though in his last seconds, he chose to regenerate, vanishing into thin air to be reborn who knows-where. Kadir hadn’t killed in a century, but that night, he killed without hesitation.

Kadir could not bear to go back to Lunar Cove, to pick up that life with all the plans they’d now never finish. He continued to travel the world for several years, checking in on the casino from time to time, but otherwise avoiding the little haven that might, this time, have been his final home. And so the haze started again. Another love lost. Another decade spent in grief and hate, in violence and blood. Those were years without any sense of control, no sense of right or wrong, no plan. And then one day he woke up and saw the mess of his life he’d made yet again, and once more, he found himself on Lunar Cove’s proverbial doorstep, ready to put the pieces back together. He didn’t need another business, of course--after all those years, he had plenty of cash to spare--but this time, Kadir did as he promised: he opened James’ bakery, even if James wasn’t there to see it. He played nice with Meena and Theodore--or as nice as he could--but again, the restlessness came.

Maybe it was the old heartache of seeing Meena every day, maybe it was living in a town Theodore controlled. Maybe it was the crazy hope that he’d find James, reborn and thirty-something now, though Kadir knew he would not remember him--but again, Kadir couldn’t stand to stay in town. He knew little about running a bakery anyway, and so after finding Beatriz Ramos and leaving the business in her more than capable hands, he departed again from Lunar Cove. It was years later that he heard about Theodore’s death, though heard was hardly the right word. He felt it. Felt it like he’d been stabbed in the heart. But even then, it was many months before he came back. Back to check on his businesses, to check on Meena, and to maybe, just maybe, stick around for once.

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