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"Nandor the Relentless," portrayed by Kayvan Novak, is a fierce Ottoman warrior and a caller of house meetings. He is the de facto head of the vampire household, and despite his reputation as a conqueror, he’s actually a bit of a softy. 


Novak was born in London to Iranian parents and speaks fluent Persian. As the alter-ego creator of the BAFTA-winning, prank-call telephone-terrorist Fonejacker, he once played a character named Irish Mike who, whilst working for the 'Tweak Your Mum by Her Nipples & Tell Her That You Love Her Wildlife Awareness Ltd', inquired of a stranger “Are you a bird lover? Have you heard about the tragic plight of the wrinkled ball sack?” 

"I'm Iranian, which means I feel that I have more right to take off other races and religions, being an 'ethnic' myself. But it's a mythical character, the Fonejacker, and it's all tongue in cheek... You don't read many positive things about Iran in the press, which is depressing, but when I go back to my grandparents' house in the hills, and I'm sitting by the pool, sipping a bootleg Turkish beer, watching a pirate DVD, eating my grandma's cooking... you realize there is a real bridge between politics and country and people."

 

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