Name: The Night Guy - aka Guy Night

Gender: Male, straight

Age/DOB: .... pfffffff no one knows how old he actually is, physically / has claimed that his birthday is May 7th though he dislikes it when anyone remembers and attempts to throw a party

Origin: The End - a plane between heaven and hell that directly intersects Earth, though he may or may not have actually been born here it is where he's made his home for the last (mumblemutter) years, and calls it his home (he actually does claim that he was born there)

Family: though his parents are not known, he is the father of The Surfer Dude, another resident of The End, who is now instructing interdimensional surfing at Carramba; he considers kath and her friends to be his family, particularly he is very fond of Kitty Khat, as she is one of the few people who can inherently understand him when he speaks in an 'unclear mumble'

Other: he is a Time Lord, technically speaking he's a "part Timer" which means, his elder brother, Daie Time, had the mantle of being one, and by virtue of his blood relationship, is also quite gifted - he did definitely spend a stint as a functional and fully entitled Time Lord because his brother attempted to skip out on the duties, but he doesn't speak of that era in his life, as it pre-dates much of the current generation of his friends (as well as the birth of his son)

Height: 5'2" he's not a tall man in any sense, but a lot of people seem to think he's considerably bigger than this; it may be because when you first meet him, you're always a young child

Weight: a ton of bricks got nothing on this guy. Not that he's 'heavy', but he is obviously burly, sturdy, and that is all muscle, that's not flab he's got around his gut; after all, he's always sweeping or in motion, that builds torso strength

Hair: silvered platinum-white, but it likely used to be light brown or dishwater blond; it is quite kinked and curly, frizzes up in moist weather, keeps it well past his shoulders though if straight it's almost to his hips, other times he has cut it off to be around jaw length but it grows so quickly that hardly anyone has ever seen it like that

Eyes: blue-grey, quite small and deeply hidden under puffy lids; also under a riot of eyebrow fluff and often underneath a layer of frizzy hair

Appearance: Leathery tan skin, though he seems the type to have a much darker tan if he sat under the sun, grizzled and hoary-haired, he's practically broader than he is tall, and prefers to wear plaid flannel shirts with a white undershirt, and either tan courderoy pants or well worn denim jeans - they have no holes, they're just ... worn looking; tends to wear loafers or sneakers, but has been seen to put on dress shoes if he needs his footsteps to echo in Inc Blotch's halls; he has a voice that is at once willowy and airy, half-there, but also can rumble very menacingly loud, and most of the time he speaks in a muttering mumble; his speech is incoherent to most people, though if he needs to get a point across they can understand him completely, be it to a single annoying Admin, or a large group of people visiting The End. Always with him is a broom, though sometimes it's as shown and others it might be bigger, a T-headed one, or something else entirely

Who could play him: Jeff Bridges, only with much, much more hair, and less suit and tie... (except during the Ball, or any other formal events that people have seen him attending as a 'guest' and not a 'staff member')

Abilities/Skills: As a Time Lord, The Night Guy is able to do a lot more than just 'time travel'. Actually he doesn't do that - not much if at all any more. He is a remarkably adept wild mage, and since he is technically immortal he's had a very long time to practice getting that 'wild' under control. Well enough in fact that he can pass as a natural sorcerer or even an archmage in some settings. With this magic he's able to use foci, and has several things that could qualify as 'wands'. The main one is his broom: typically held in a tight grip he uses it to sweep. And sweep. And sweep. This version of the broom can actually 'sweep the dust off the dirt', selectively altering particulate matter, and can literally move atoms off of molecules, or boulders off mountains if he wants it to. It can be altered to suit sweeping needs of virtually any sort, so if you see him with 'any' broom, that's his, don't touch it. He can use that broom to smack people, animals, monsters, or magical effects away, dealing quite a bit of damage if needed. (Usually to pride.) Another of his possessions is a newspaper, that ostensibly was published by Inc. Blotch Insurance Company "about 20 years ago" - the paper itself is enchanted, but it definitely did come from Inc. Blotch. Not 20 years ago, but if a normal person looks at the pages they will see fairly mundane things from that time frame on their own home dimension. No matter which dimension that is. He often consults it if things are going weird, as it definitely responds to him much differently than a normal person. Also, he seems to be 'asleep' when he's reading it. He actually... seems to sleep a lot. The key word there is 'seems'. He is definitely consulting that paper while he's getting a snooze at The Desk, but what he chooses to act upon is entirely up to his weird priorities. He can innately move between dimensions, though for tradition's sake he usually trundles around the Pilons that are scattered around The End and other dimensions connected to it; also he can simply appear right behind you, but then he may have been there all along and you've never noticed him. Though he does have an incredibly strong magical aura, it's hard to pin down what exactly it looks like to those who can detect it. It seems to be 'polarized' and filtered... perhaps by that plaid shirt he always wears, allowing only certain bits of it to be seen at any given time. Without it, or when he's in the presence of his son or other direct relatives (which... do exist, they're just really really rare) even normal people can 'see the sparks' that occur between their auras or on him in particular. That aura can be weaponized, if needed, so if you ever make him mad enough, you will regret it. To the point: he can banish you from a dimension entirely, and you Do Not Want That.

He also has a fine and perfectly normal set of mundane skills - heavily adapted to use at The End and its attendant dimensions of course. Filing paperwork? Do not get in his way, he can do red tape better than the guys who wrote the laws. He navigates both local and planar dimensions with ease, and it's entirely possible that's because he's been to all of them 'as a janitor' to scout them out, or map, or even just hang out.

Personality: though it seems like he's a grumbly, gruff, stand-offish sort, that's only when he wants to observe what someone will do. If he doesn't like someone, they'll know it. If he does like someone, they'll know it. Even his close friends tend to assume that he dislikes most folks, because of his typical demeanor. The Night Guy is incredibly protective of locations, items, and people - not in that order - that he truly loves. kath and Kitty, The End itself, and basically any child that comes around The End can reliably trust him to have their back. He wouldn't let a child bully another, and he's not above swatting them toward their parents to grumble loudly at them about their kid's behavior. He is diligent, though a bit distracted, and if something strikes him or appears in his magical view needing attention, he will definitely drop what he's doing if it's not important, and find out what's up. Also he is remarkably reliable to his friends requests - if they ask him to get something, or for his thoughts, he'll get it or tell them. He isn't much for leadership roles, and does prefer being the reliable old grump to kath's energetic and rather spastic enthusiasm behind The Desk. He'll make the attempt to protect someone that he knows is perfectly fine on their own, more or less to make sure they know he still values them. (Kitty, we're looking directly at you, because you mean the world to him and he wants you to stop endangering yourself with big weird events and dangerous scary people from other dimensions.)

However there is a dark, sad side to him that occasionally has reared its head. He won't talk about his past particularly, and only thanks to having seen the full Paradox Document (which allows the various speeds of times to coincide across the dimensions that kath and other Admin run) that some of his friends even know that he is 'Guy Night, Daie Time's Brother'. Yes, he knows other Time Lords. No, they aren't his friends, beyond Robin that is. His past remains a mystery, even attempting to find out about it can lead to him being even more grumpy, so his friends tend to just leave it, and he truly appreciates that fact.

"Why do I have to wear this," he muttered, and Robin merely tsked his tongue, helped push back the mass of frizzy, bleached hair, and straightened the tie.

"Because it is a formal ball," Robin said, "and they won't let me get away with my 'formalwear' so... we've both got to deal with it."

The bush of eyebrow over one of Guy's eyes seemed to move upwards, and Robin waved a hand - an image formed in the mirror nearby, Robin at his bathroom counter with nothing more than a bow-tie and a speedo with the Chippendales suit cuffs at his wrists...

"Yeah, that's... certainly an outfit I don't need to see again," Guy chuckled. "But you know people will stare," he added when he stretched his arms and examined his own aura.

"They can't help it, I know, but maybe those guys will be able to dampen it. For both our sakes."

Those guys - the Lanes - were a whole other class of magic, though at least both of them admitted that time was beyond them for the most part. Their domains were quite separate, and they weren't 'lords' of anything. They could easily be, they had power to spare. They had the power of the Djinn, after all, and both Robin and Guy were sure they'd spotted similar creatures to their 'Convocation' thing scattered around the dimensions they frequented. Their party, their rules, though; so if the Time Lords needed to have their weird auras shielded from normal eyes, they were pretty sure that the Lanes could do that.

"Why do I even have to be there," was the next grumbling complaint. Guy had put his Newspaper into a more easily compacted fold in his inner vest pocket, and that left what to do with the Broom. "I don't like dancing or all of that socializing."

"kath wanted you to have a break, and you know we both see it," Robin meant 'in our future'. If he'd been able to actually see the older man's eyes under all that hair (how had it gotten in front of them again after he'd just brushed it back?!) they would have been narrowed in a sidelong pout. "I get to go because my girlfriend's dragon had babies," Robin gloated.

"They don't need a janitor there," Guy sighed, and put the Broom into a form that was essentially a hand-held whisk dangling at his side from his belt. "Place doesn't even exist outside the moment."

"The Stage said it wanted us to meet its friends," Robin said with a shrug, "I don't even know how an entire plane of reality 'meets friends' but... there it is."

It really was something they both wanted to at least check out. Ever since the announcement went out, and several of their friends or compatriots had discovered invitations materializing to guide them to it, the young and old Time Lords both knew there was something rather magical about it all. The Stage was well known to both Guy and Robin, being connected to one of the other 'Part Timers' in their crew, Mayhem. It in turn was sidled up to places like Carramba High School and Marty's Carnival, disparate places that shared one thing: performance classes. But where had The Stage actually found friends? A thing that bugged them both was how mobile some dimensions seemed to be getting these days. In Guy's time, he let a long stream of consciousness murmur out of his mouth, planes knew where they were supposed to sit, between each level was a buffer, up there was Heaven, down there was Hell, and all forms of stuff in between sorted themselves into nice traversable layers.

Not so any more, sometimes those planes up and vanished, others had taken their place. Now to be fair, they'd also done so retroactively, but he and his young redheaded companion could easily see where that retrofitting had occurred. They saw it all, all the time, it never stopped. But they were unique among folk who easily walked timelines and dimensions: they knew exactly when and where they were, at all times and places, it came completely natural to them. For some they knew it was a chore, confusing and difficult - kath's induction into Admin was such a case. And Mayhem's friend Max, though not specifically a Time Lord, she was adapted to the dimensions because... well, only Guy knew: she'd eaten a small shard of a Pilon on the day that Mars Callifatan had attempted to take over The End. That was one hell of a ride, that day.

Robin nudged Guy, he'd fallen into a reverie and was shambling along without a word beside him. "We're here," he said, and with that The Night Guy straightened himself up and actively appraised himself in a way that he hadn't in a very, very long time.

And Robin hardly recognized him when he was done dusting himself off. "Man you clean up nice, when you clean up..."

"It's my job," Guy smirked. His beard wasn't nearly as long and bushy and tangled as it had been, though it was certainly still more than 'full'. His hair was loose but shorter than it had been in recent memory, and carefully swept itself back so that...

"You have a forehead?" Robin chuckled, on seeing it for basically the first time. "Nice." The only thing that Robin really recognized were the round cheeks, they were always there - and almost always bunched up like that, but whether it was in a smile or a squint depended on the mood. "The suit... suits you now."

The old man grinned, and they headed into the venue proper. They both could tell when they moved between their own half-formed temporary digs and this equally temporary but much more lavish location. Robin seemed a little intimidated, maybe a bit hesitant, but Guy assured him, "we're safe, there's more at work here than our own magic."

He might have been comfortable with all this power being thrown around, The Night Guy had seen plenty of things in his very long life. But truth be told he'd never seen anything quite like this. He didn't much care for it, as it was intended to bring together how many thousands of people noisy and messy? But still, he was on the invite short list, can't do the disservice of not showing up at least. Plus... Guy realized that no one beyond Robin would even recognize him in his currently-visible form. Maybe it would be fun to let loose just a little? Get the old joints and bones rolling. Maybe, in the fray of potential attendees, he might even sneak a little romance in. Pfff, he chuckled to himself, it came out as a grunt.

Robin went somewhere, probably to his 'girlfriend' - Misota as she was known around the dragon groups? Clever, reducing her title to a name. She would always remain the Mistress of the Outside to him. Though he did have to admit that Misota was a nice enough name. Bits and pieces of lore came to Guy's mind, as he walked into the venue from the more sedate marble floored and fancifully decorated Stage entry. He could easily distinguish it from the other more used openings that the place had: for one thing it let out directly to the side of the Stage itself, rather than into the hallway or ballroom's foyer. Those other entrances bled into one another, he could see their auras from across the wide and mostly-empty ballroom. One was shimmering in a manner that said 'low tech', a land beyond it might be filled with fairies or wizards. Nearby, 'high' tech, predictably, open with a portal that was actually physically present and could be programmed if one had the expertise... but the power supply, that was the thing: it was the Lanes' work, their actual energy. Most of the place was them, in a way.

Parts of it were quite solid: there was a single entrance that had an airlock in brass and steel, that led into the undersea city Rapture, beyond it. That entrance was actually being guarded by remote cameras and guns, though any normal person wouldn't have seen that feature, they blended in with the filigree and patterns on the surrounding block of glass and steel. And some interior bits, now that he came to look around in the big ballroom itself. The walls with a couple windows - even though they'd been duplicated somehow to provide three or four times as many frames, at least two of them looked out at the ocean beyond Rapture as accurately as any in the city itself. Guy gave a half grin when he saw several locations beyond those: he recognized the exterior of Shipsinger's craft, the Avalon Wayfarer, and that it was stationed somewhere above one of her favorite nebulas. Another was one of Lane's places, similar in nebula appearance but it was definitely not regular space; Xen he called it? Looked like it needed a little maintenance. (It did, and of all the people who might have been able to reassemble the planet which comprised the shards and floating islands there, The Night Guy could have done it if he was asked to. He was not, in fact, asked. He knew Lane's preference was to do it himself, at his own pace, so be it. A hobby, pet project, everyone had them. Even himself.)

Guy was curious, though, how they'd gotten permission to get that view of The Pier, on kath's Beach? Right there where people could just see it? Interesting. Maybe she'd been involved more than he expected. There were two or three much larger arched openings with very clear barriers on the far wall, opposite the human-sized entries: the dragons were over there, and he obeyed the edict written all over those portals, to remain on this side of them for the duration. While there might have been two or three people (two legged people, humans) over there, they were expressly the ones bonded to those dragons tending eggs. Which he could also detect, it wasn't like he couldn't just peer through those barriers to get visuals. While he was still curious, he wasn't going to break rules - or endanger himself or those dragon eggs, by showing up unexpectedly.

What did show up unexpectedly, quite early on in the evening, was a dragon. Well there were dozens of them already, milling about and helping people with their seating, drinks, directions to the restrooms. No, this one in particular was among the first hatched and first out from the dragon side of the venue, not even an hour into the whole shindig. Not that he'd had the desire to do much more than lurk around the edge of the ballroom floor. He had a good view, he was always good at finding the right spot along a wall or a busy room like this, for people-watching. But this dragon was watching him.

A rich slightly granular dark grey, and those bold-as-the-party-implied checkerboard wings? He knew from having glanced at the pamphlet they stuffed into that goodie bag which they also stuffed at him though he wouldn't need it he claimed... That this was supposed to be a genetically engineered pawn, and he then spotted the larger and less artificially-marked versions of this little one as they were finding their...

Oh, surely they can't be serious, he thought.

They are serious, and don't call me Shirley my name's Jirante!

The voice came through any and all of Guy's mental defenses, which were considerable. Not that he had to raise them here, he wasn't prepared for combat or psionic battles. But the casually layered normal web of Guy's magic was usually able to keep out unwarranted or stray thoughts. Even from powerful mentalists! So why was this little tiny grey thing who strode up with purpose, head held high and crest just slightly flopping over... why was he able to breech that barrier at all?

Because I am serious! Not Sirirus that's another name entirely. The dragonet sat with his long tail curled around his big paws, and he didn't quite know what to do with those long, long wings. He could tell by the parents that those wings would be more than enough to fly strong and well - the differences between this one and those arm-winged knockoffs that had already been scooting around were obvious.

"There's a lot going on here," Guy muttered, the dragon understood him with a careful nod. "I think we should talk, I'm... not sure what is going on any more."

When they went to one of the staircases leading up to the balcony above the ball floor, the dragonet kept looking down toward the entry arch he'd come through earlier. And a sudden rumbling in Guy's gut alerted him to the fact that Jirante was hungry. When was the last time you ate? Can we order food here? For both of us? Jirante sniffed at the plates that one humanoid server was bringing to a neighboring booth.

"Nineteen eighty six," Guy muttered, "but that's not ... really what you meant," finally he cracked a grin instead of a grimace. There was a warmth to this little dragon - he wouldn't be large, neither of the parent dragons were bigger at the shoulder than a man was tall at the head, but the knockoffs were smaller than their true-hatched siblings by a bit too.

I am bigger than most of my brothers and sisters, actually, Jirante gloated a little. Then he dug in to a platter of chopped meat that one of the other attendants had brought, not even ordered - they'd seen the pair come up and assumed they were going to want it like all the others.

"Why me, though?" Guy finally asked. Another server deposited a sampler platter on the table, since he'd not ordered but they were going to be doing this all night, why not start the trend. It was a party! While Jirante was finishing up a particularly chewy piece of meat, Guy finally reached for one of the kebabs, examined it, sniffed it, and realized that 1986 was probably too long ago here on this Earth. No need to waste away even if he didn't technically need to eat...

Did you know there are some dragons that feed on magic? That's what they told us anyway, over there. I can't do magic. You can though, you can do a lot of magic.

"Not that kind," Guy nodded toward the dragon side archway. He saw brilliant displays of fire and ice and shooting stars. No one else could see through the barriers but he figured just this once, a peek for a good story. Plus, he knew that Jirante could see it too. The dragonet shared his new experiences, those faceted eyes had already seen a lot of strange things. Jirante's mind was open, not real bright but definitely not a dummy. Perhaps 'bright' in the way that he picked up on things, commenting about the Stage show or the discussion going on behind them, or just anything at all. He was an extra pair of eyes and ears, then. Guy finally realized that maybe this might not be a bad thing. The End was large, had a lot going on. He could use eyes on things when he was working the grounds.

That's the spirit! Jirante's excitement was tempered with his belly-full sleepy exhaustion. Why you, because you came from another time too. We wanted to hatch, we wanted to finally find our one. Or maybe our two or whoever. There was a strange pause, well, when I say we I mean they, because WE we the rest of us like me... we're new. But we're all from before.

When the dragon's long head plopped down on the padded booth seat and his mind was addled from all of the action, Guy looked through that pamphlet more carefully. Sure enough - that pair of dragons had tried to lay their eggs decades before by their estimation, an eternity in the Nexus it seemed. They weren't the only ones too, Guy heard Shard over there talking with others about his own dragon's adventures in 'laying in wait' for quite a while. Apparently seeing the new time-tossed hatchlings made him wistful.

But this was Engel's turn, and there were several reasons to pay attention there - since he was on a different short list of interesting people in Guy's life. Too much to do with Carramba and Twoarth to be ignored. And now, his dragon's offspring had chosen him to hang out with. Well, that could be good, might be ... complicated. The flavors in the soup and bread were also complicated, and before he realized it, Guy had taken more than half of everything on the sample plates? Wouldn't you know it, fuel for the body and the mind, apparently.

Guy pondered these things as his new little friend recharged and awoke once more just in time for the Rookettes to be performing down on that Stage. Guy perked up - now there was a fine group of ladies! And the way that Keenan gazed down at them - oh, there was definitely more than just a little history between that pair, him and the lead singer? As that show wrapped up, Guy finally got into the spirit of things. "Let's take a walk around the place," he suggested to Jirante, "I can carry you if you need it."

The dragonet was small enough to drape himself around Guy's broad shoulders, though he wouldn't stay small like that forever. They went through the halls, avoided staying too long at that impromptu shooting range, snuck through some of the Casino but definitely didn't go to the karaoke stage... Jirante swatted at the slot machine arm, so Guy helped him watch the spinning symbols and even made sure that he had his winnings put aside, 'gotta save up for college'...

It had been decades, if not centuries... since he'd just allowed himself to enjoy an evening like this. He had been working so much, for so long... Did he feel younger now than ever? Probably. Robin's energy and youth could infect Guy pretty easily if he let it, though he wasn't sure how long it would last. An evening like this, a party now and then, sure.

What about when they went home to The End?

We'll have lots of fun there too, but you can always rest and we can watch!

He was just tired enough from the dance he'd spun around the floor (with Zora Domina, hardly anyone else might have been able to coax him out there but she was excited to be there, and recognized that he'd know 'older' dances) that perhaps he would have caught that comment earlier. But Guy laughed it off, even walking over to the bar and picking something with some sugar in it. Brandy grinned widely and scritched Jirante's nose when he sniffed at the big fruity drink.

"You won't want that," she chuckled, "there's a nice fountain for you though," she nodded toward the side of the lengthy bar. It was by the time Guy placed Jirante on the marble floor for him to enjoy fresh water, and had thought about dipping his own hand in the cool water to take some of the heat off his neck...

"What... do you mean by 'we'?" He said, suddenly just standing there with a baffled expression.

It was then that Guy realized that the static-burnished grey dragonet delicately lapping at the chill water on the other side of the fountain was patiently watching, and that she was already known to him. Somehow.

"We've met," she said after a moment, speaking fairly clearly for a dragon.

"We... have," Guy said. It was a strange feeling, as a time lord, suddenly realizing that along his life there had been, in fact, this static shaded dragoness popping in and out of the shadows. Hardly ever while he was busy or actively working, but hardly ever when there was a chance to go and investigate. Always just when something else would be needed, he'd turn to reassess whether what he'd seen was actually there, and of course she wasn't.

But she was here now. Here and now.

"You're quite talented, then," Guy said, as she finished up and elegantly strode up. Jirante proudly watched, as if he'd had something to do with any of that.

Thank you, I was hoping you would notice.

"But not notice early enough that I would mess up your proper introduction," Guy said, and this time he really meant that big smile.

Two sets of eyes more than you had before! Jirante happily cheered. They were quite different but clearly already got along.

"Then I will have to introduce you to the others when we get home," Guy said, gently scratching her under her chin. "Jahthol," he knew her name, it had been a part of him for a long while.

"I have met some already," she nodded toward one of the nearby dark Pernese dragons, whose sire was now catching up with his sister - Misota's silver! So they already did have a connection, which was good.

Because of all the many things that Guy Night had ever done in his long, long life, it was 'taking care of a pair of young dragons'... Robin and Misota and whoever else came away from this paired up would certainly help him out. It would all pay off grandly, he was sure.

Just like my slot machine payout!