<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/library2/e48aeae9-4e8e-4ef0-9a8c-cefdd4b86791_zpsb1d8b75c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Theadore Martins<br/>45 (appears younger than he is due to family genetics)<br/><br/><br/>Theadore was pondering on things and wondering where Cyro was. He knew that boy got into trouble a lot. Still he sometimes had to deal with vampires as such while wearing a labcoat he had hidden and ready for protection some silver bladed claw weapons. He wondered what his adopted son was up to. He was curious as to the way Cyro's human genetics had mutated the way his had. Still he had known as soon as he saw the baby that he was different from the others. So he took him in and raised him. He had noticed even at an early age that the Daywalker vampire did not wish for blood. He was curious and tried food and milk. Noticing the baby took to it with much greater liking. He had developed the capsules and the blood shots. He still supplied the vampire hunter clans with equipment and gear but he made sure to have enough blood capsules and bloodshots to never run out. He heard the knock on the door and hurried to it. "Coming! Coming!" The jolly older male called out. Peering through the peephole. Ah...a witch. Interesting. He opened the door. "Come in my dear come in. You have questions to which you seek answers. Come inside." When she did he shut the door. Leading her over to the living room. "What can I do for you my dear?"