Dagda Blackmoore. Mithias remembered the name, as it was one of the last few vampires his sire had made. Mithias had asked once, long ago out of curiosity. He had been told that all his bloodline siblings were pretty much dead. Their father wasn't really counting on his children to make much longer than a millennia anymore and had made a habit of detaching himself from them... hence why Mithias had been abandoned to his own devices for so long and was nothing more than a loner, practically a bastard child, like so many fledglings nowadays. Never did he think he'd ever encounter a close relation. Mithias was a bit taken with his own realization when he answered, "He was one of my brothers."