Miles_Fairfax

(His hair color is supposed to be a lighter blonde, but this is the best reference I can get)

Name: Miles Barnaby Fairfax ”The dream weaver”

Age: Over 1000 years old

Height: 6'11

abilities: Immortality, Transformations, Hypnosis, Seduction,
infecting others minds, dream manipulation, and memory manipulation to
an extent

Species: Pure blooded vampire

sexuality: bisexual he really doesn't care.

Occupations: Business owner, Kingpin, part time writer, organ harvester

Alignment: He used to be lawful good, but now he's shifted to the chaotic netural to lawful evil range

Languages he speaks: most known languages (he's 1000 years old as well~)

Wing color: almost black used to be white

Miles is the older brother of Jack_Winehouse and the uncle of Emily_Winehouse despite what others may think he is indeed the full blood brother of Jack. One of the very few vampires
that can match, or even beat Jack in a fight as well. The reason many
think otherwise comes from his son Eric_Penn Eric took his mothers last name right after she died. Maria Penn was her name, and Miles fell head over heels when
he saw her in Delhi. He was also on a trip to India much like Jack the only difference was he was more into exploring the cities, and looking at all the culture, and when he met Maria..

Well, he just had to bring her back over to America, but of course there were some complications to arise when Miles discovered that Jack's wife Amara had been killed in a "Fatwa"
He promised Jack that they wouldn't get away with it, and the authorities would handle it, but that didn't end that way. No, Miles remembered his brother ripping people appart at the seams, and the
screams that followed.. This forever burned in Mile's mind, but he never thought about it again, after a bit he returned to America with his wife keeping it a secret that they were together. Those times.. were highly different..
and Miles knew she would be killed if word ever got out.. but all in all he still loved her very much in secret. No other woman could ever compare to her beauty, but he also knew that people were coming up with ideas, and getting closer to the truth..


In a panic Miles quickly packed up his house, and took Maria to a more private one that he fixed up himself getting permission by the state to do so. It was then when his nerves eased, and he felt life return to normal.
He had a lovely son that had his wife's personality and both of their eyes. Maria was unique in her culture for having blue eyes, and that was another thing he loved about her. For nerly 200 years life was perfect, but of course death would rear it's ugly head..
Miles still to this day doesn't know why it couldn't of been him, hell he knew it should of been him... but it wasn't... Maria was out late, and of course Miles expected this, but she was out very late that evening..
and he worried, so in a flash Miles tracked her down by her scent, and came across a site he never see she was dead on the ground with a real blunt force trama to the back of the head. Of course, Miles played this off thinking it wasn't real Maria was okay she was just back at
home yeah this was just a joke.. It was not real not real not real! but it was real.. It was in that instance too that something inside Miles awoke his anger, and his fury boiled to the surface. He knew what Jack felt like now, and if someone said what he said long ago he would say
"Fuck the authorities.." He found out who did it, and in the end it was India all over again. Still, it never filled his heart, but at the same time it taught him a lesson that he needed to keep his family close, and do what is right for them no matter how bad it may seem, no matter who he hurts..
If his son was ever in dire need of blood never come to the mansion that has the iron gate around it you'll never make it out alive..

Vampires be warned that even think to come into his domain, this one is a cannibal, through, and through. He can, and will eat other vampires
even if they are his own family if he needs too..

”Beware the dreamweaver that stalks the astral plane, he’ll mold, and craft your dreams to
his own delight, will it be pleasant, or a crafted horror from your own mind?”