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  • Gender: Transgender Male
  • Age: 21
  • Birthday: May 21


Character list
Due to some of my characters anonymity I will provide a list of the different characters I have and whether they are anon or not, please feel free to ask to be linked to any of their profiles!

Red means they are not open for RP, Yellow means to ask, Green means they are open for RP! These characters are absolutely able to be put into AUs despite what plots/settings they were made to fit into <3

Public characters:
⦿ - Dalfin: Hobbit, meant for fantasy/middle-earth type of RPs but can work in other fantasy settings! Non-modern
⦿ - Zaharia: Vampire, Male, can be written in any sort of time setting between
the 16th century to modern

⦿ - Samael: Dragon, male, meant to be written in strictly a fantasy world/setting
⦿ - Nikko: Werewolf, male, possible TW for his occupation (Do not recommend if you can't look past someones occupation/will stereotype him in any way), meant for modern day settings
⦿ - Melron: Elvish male, meant only for fantasy based settings/plots

Anonymous characters:
⦿ - Mephistopheles: Demon, male, meant for more modern type roleplays but may consider other time settings
⦿ - Marcellus: Spirit medium, meant for modern day based plots. Good for darker or spookier themes

Unless specified otherwise, any art on this or my character's profiles does not belong to me and I do not claim ownership of it

All credit for the art goes to the rightful artist

Hello and welcome to my profile! You can refer to me as my username, Sauron, or ask me for my name in PM. I am also not opposed to whatever nicknames may arise due to OOC communication and in fact I encourage it, because who doesn't find nicknames fun?


If you can't tell already I happen to have quite the love for things based around Tolkien's middle-earth, and most if not all the art shown on this profile will be sauron/mairon or Melkor/Morgoth from The Silmarillion due to my interest in the different depiction by different artists. That being said, any and all art credit goes to the rightful owner and I in no way take credit for it unless specifically stated otherwise. I am always open to gushing about any of the books and movies, as I do enjoy both! I especially love The Hobbit movies, Bilbo is definitely my favorite hobbit.
In fact im sure you will notice that 98% of my muse is for characters that are based in fantasy worlds, some similar to Middle-Earth, as fantasy is my all-time favorite genre. I love that you can quite literally shape a fantasy world into whatever you want; add your own races and groups of people, create your own landscapes/terrains/Plant-life/etc. I adore the world-building aspects of it all!

Speaking of my love for Tolkien, heres some more information about myself! Hopefully I don't bore you guys while you read through.


I am twenty-one years old and I have been writing for a little over nine or ten years now and I consider myself to be rather advanced, and I much prefer to write with those who share a similar level in writing as me but please don't let this discourage you from messaging me! Who knows, we may be more compatible in writing than we both think, but you never know until you message me <3 I may ask for an example or two of your writing and I will be leaving some examples of my own at the very bottom of my profile!

I will only do paragraph format written in third person point of view and I much prefer that my partners stick with this writing style as well, as its harder for me to really keep interest when reading a reply written in other points of view, especially first person! I will not do one-liners, though I don't ask for novels I do prefer at the very least 3 well written paragraphs per reply. At times my muse is higher for our plot/characters I can go from 3-6+ paragraphs.
Detail!! I love detail, I love to feel what the characters are feeling, I love to feel the atmosphere between them, to be able to paint the perfect image in my mind due to the amount of detail given. I myself pack as much detail as I can into my replies, its one way to really keep me interested. Throw in all the details you want! The color of the lights around them, what the sky looks like, what your character is thinking even if my character is unaware of it!

Below you can find some more info about me contained in collapse spoilers, please be sure to read through them all!


Favored genres/Settings
* Fantasy worlds are always a sure win with me, I adore them
* Preferably non-modern settings, especially when doing fantasy
* Romance of course is welcome, but please don't force me from my comfort zone! Right now I will mainly only be doing M/M romances for various personal reasons, minus a few disliked tropes which can be discussed in PM (i will not write yaoi tropes and dislike the terms uke/seme/seke, i will not write those kind of stereotypes)
* Adventure! Lets take out characters on a long journey to find treasure, a lost artifact, to destroy some kind of enemy, etc
* Comedy, a dash of comedy to give the plot a light hearted feeling between characters when its appropriate is always a necessity with me
* Please note that this doesn't mean I wont RP other genres/settings, just please understand that I can't promise it'll have my interest!

Writing example 1
The city was always alive with light; The glowing colors of signs flashing open in the latest hours of night, the skyscrapers with lights at their very tops of shining through windows, or the flashes of lights attached to the wings of plans like colored fireflies high in the sky for all to admire. There was never truly a dark moment, never once was he left in the dark without a clue of where to go. At least not back home, even his own penthouse was filled to the brim with lights of varying colors he could change with the simple press of a control. He'd grown use to it, almost expected it to be the same no matter where he was or went. Even when he was away from home for work usually his job only led him to some other city, a mirror image of the one he'd left from to arrive there. Always light. Never stuck in the dark. Oh, but out here? It was like a giant shadow encased the entire land, forbidding it from any light other than the moon's pale rays and the faint glow of stars dotting the black skies above him. It was almost like he was in his own horror movie, like the killer or creature would jump out in front of his headlights at any given moment to claim him as their next victim. But that was foolish, because in a sense wasn't he the one who'd be labeled the creature in this story? Far from human despite his appearance. Behind those thick blond locks of hair, behind the thin curved frame of his body there was a secret that most didn't know. A secret of what Angel really was. A being able to shift on a whim, to turn into a true animal if he so chose to. However it was thanks to this that the darkness surrounding him wasn't too big of a deal, not entirely. His pale eyes, so silver they could almost be mistaken as white if the light hit them at just the right angle, could see rather well in the dark. The sight of a wolf was something to be amazed with, and living in the city he tends to forget how grateful he should be for his extra senses and abilities. There were so many more though- Great eyesight in the dark, great hearing, a sense of smell that could sometimes come as a pain in the ass but made it easy to detect certain people or creatures nearby. There was one thing he didn't have though, and that was the ability to create a signal for his phone long enough to get his damn GPS to work.

"You have got to be ****ing kidding me," The blond huffed, one hand on the wheel of his car while the other was reaching out a bit to the side to tap at the frozen loading screen across his phone. The signal had cut out some time ago and the GPS cut out with it, making it damn near impossible to find out where he needed to go. Which direction would get him out of the middle of nowhere. But no matter how many times he restarted the thing, tapped at it with pure agitation he simply couldn't get it. It was a dumb idea on his part anyways, he should have known better than to of thought his signal would last through a place that was only forest for miles on end. Why did he have to go out to design a cabin of all things? Oh well, he supposed that the job was worth it, he did an amazing job after all. He was sure that newlywed couple would be praising him for the decor he chose, "You win this time," Angel sighed softy at his phone before completely focusing on the road once more long enough to pull over to the side. Luckily for him there was absolutely no one else driving on the road, at least not that he had seen the entire time he was on it. Thankfully for him his father gave it some thought and insisted on the young were taking a map, which he pulled from the glove department in front of the empty passenger side seat. After undoing his seatbelt he moved so that he was halfway out of the car, getting a bit of fresh air as he looked over the directions inked out in red marker by his father. However his attention was quickly brought up from the map when a small breeze brought a rather chilling scent to him.

Angel practically froze in place as his pale eyes looked up and out to the dense woods right in front of him at the side of the road. He wanted to say it was impossible but surely he knew better, it was the woods after all and another werewolf being nearby shouldn't be so shocking- but maybe it was the fact that he could smell blood of all things lingering with it. Fresh. As if the were was hurt, because he couldn't catch the scent of anything else nearby that could possibly be the source. Slowly he stepped out of his car, leaving the map on his drivers seat. "Hello?" He called out, in case whoever it was could be close enough to hear him, to call out and confirm they needed help. But it never came, and he started to curse under his breath for wearing heels because he knew that this meant he would have to go searching through the woods for whoever it was. Not that it would be hard.. it also wouldn't be hard to just leave whoever it was to bleed out but maybe it was just his instincts, knowing it was another werewolf out there injured. Ah, not that he would have the heart to leave anyone out in the woods to bleed out if he could help them.
Taking the keys from the ignition he made sure that everything else was in the car before shutting the drivers side door, then making his way around to the trunk and clicking a button on the keys to pop it open. He knew he could reply on his natural sight but it wasn't as keen as he would like for this kind of situation in his human form, but lucky for him he had a flashlight in the trunk he carried in case of any kind of emergency. Once he pulled it out and switched it on he shut the trunk and headed out, already knowing his ankles were going to be sore as hell by the time he was through trudging through the muddy woodland floor in four inch heels.But hey, if he could go through a whole work day of nothing but standing wearing them then surely he could get through this.

Following the scent he carefully maneuvered through the trees, his sweater hanging a tad bit from his shoulders catching on the occasional low branch or large bush but easily pulling away with a small tug. "Hello?" He called out again, listening carefully for any kind of response. Now, he didn't hear any verbal reply but.. he heard something very close, something moving. No, it had fallen. That was the sound of something hitting the ground. Angel, despite having to pause every few seconds to get his shoes unstuck from a muddier part of the ground, rushed to the area where the scent of blood was strongest. What he saw left him.. in pure shock. He had expected some blood, maybe a were with a cut or good gash but this poor man was badly injured, battered so badly it made Angel's stomach drop. The blond had never found himself in this type of situation before, never had to handle this kind of situation- he knew that a were's ability to heal was great, but this poor man needed out of the elements as soon as possible or he wasn't sure this strange were's healing factor would have much luck helping him. "Oh my gods," He breathed out, the beams of his flashlight falling as he dropped the thing. He stepped closer and kneeled down onto the ground next to the other male. There was always the possibility this man could attack him, could jump up and take a chunk out of his neck, sure.. this could be Angel walking right up to death's door but by the looks of it this poor thing was in no condition to much of anything. Besides, instinct told him the were was no danger, not right now. Both hands reached out to lift the man's head, "Hey," He called out, "You.. Dammit, come on you need to say something-" He insisted, gently setting the man's head down now so that he could give his shoulders a good shake. "Hey!" He called out again, a bit louder. The only chance he had to help this man was to get him to his car, but there was no way he could get this man to his feet all on his own, not without some kind of help. "Come on, I need you so stand.. I can help you get to my car but I need you to wake up and at least stand.."

Writing example 2
When you've been alive as long as Lloyd has you tend to get bored, at times very bored. The kind of boredom that makes you do stupid shit for fun, just to have something at least semi-entertaining occupy you for as long as it'll last. He's been alive hundreds of years, he's seen many phases come and go on planet Earth, he's pissed off a lot of people and most of 'em now were probably dead. When the catastrophe that lead to the world today happened many of the creatures, even those of the paranormal variety, were wiped out. Mostly humans, in fact as far as he knew all humans and what beings like himself were left took their place in the fallen society. The funny part? This new generation was full of idiots. They worshiped the sun and moon like they were actual deities instead of a floating rock and ball of gas. They had no idea the knowledge he knew and his form of entertainment had to do with this actually- What was funnier than watching a few clans of weres throw a fit when you told them that statue of a horse wasn't actually some kind of forest spirit but just a ruin from an old carousel ride from the fair that use to be there? Oh, watching the anger fill them was something to behold, it was hilarious. It was amazing just how much knowledge was really lost to this generation, and it fed his ego too. Lloyd had all this knowledge but what did he use it for? Taunting clans and making enemies. Well, it wouldn't be like him if he didn't have a few enemies. He had a reputation with most of the clans around this area, and he was assuming they were in an area where some large city use to stand if the giant buildings covered in vines and flora didn't give it away. The skyscrapers were completely ruined though; crumbled, demolished, taken over by giant trees and thick vines. Ah, but he wasn't here to to check out the sights- Actually he wanted to be out of here a few hours ago but he wasn't that lucky.

"Come on, guys, we're all grown ups here," He chimed, as if he wasn't getting the absolute shit beat out of him at the moment. The strain was probably clear in his voice too but he would never stoop low enough to admit he was getting his ass kicked right now. Granted though four against one wasn't exactly a fair fight. Especially when they were four pure blood werewolves, and large ones at that, other alphas. It wasn't a fun fight by any means but he would rather die there fighting than stand down. He wasn't one to let someone get away with threatening him and especially threatening his life. It was like his own rule; Never let another person walk all over you again, and if they hurt you just hurt them back ten times worse. He'd been living by that rule for years now. Every hunter, every man or woman paid to try and kill him or ever attempted to on their own whim, they were all taught a lesson taught by him personally. But those guys were usually human, easy to deal with, these guys were weres and even if he was a hybrid going up against four pure blooded alphas was quite the task. "Can't we talk this out like civilized me-" And a strike to his already pretty beat up face sent him tumbling back to the ground. When he landed he didn't rush to get up, he laid there and let out a frustrated growl and tried not to completely lash out and lose his cool. He could handle this without having to go full blown animal. It might've been helpful if he was able to shift but he lost that ability long ago, "You mother****ers," The hybrid growled out, slowly having to push himself back up.

At this point his mouth was completely bloodied, he had a pretty messed up eye and his shirt was all kinds of torn up. He wasn't in good shape and he certainly wasn't fond of it. Hey, it may be a different era for the planet Earth but his personal hygiene and appearance mattered very much to him even now. Sue him. He could deal with fixing himself up when he was out of this situation though, if he could manage to weasel his way out that is- If he had to really fight his way through these four he was going to have to hide out and heal for at least two days. The recovery time would be much more than he'd like. Sure he healed fast but he was getting pretty messed up here. But after bringing a hand up to wipe away some of the blood tricking down his chin he took a risky shot as lunging himself forward, his eyes glinting orange as he let out yet another growl, baring his fangs at the male he had managed to tackle to the ground. Obviously it wasn't easy, he was small compared to these other four but he never let his size get in the way.
In an effort to properly wound the male he had tackled he dipped his head down and sunk his fangs into the artery hiding at his neck, sinking his teeth in and yanking away once he was satisfied his wound would be at least close to fatal. Licking away the blood from around his lips he gave a pleased grin, the blood pouring from the wound. If this guy didn't die before he could heal he was at least going to have learnt his lesson about messing with the hybrid. However he couldn't bask in his glory for far too long because before he knew it his platinum locks were being yanked and he was forced to his feet, his hands flying back to grip at the wrist of the hand keeping him gripped in place.

There wasn't much he could manage given the position, being held in place while the other two weres simply continued their merciless beating on the hybrid. It wasn't the first time he'd been suck in such a brutal situation but he had to hope it wouldn't be the last.

Writing example 3
Thick crimson trickled down from his pale lips, he could feel it just lingering there and it disgusted him but what else was he to do? Perhaps let himself starve, but even then would it truly be his death? He did not know but many times he had considered it; depriving his hunger that sweet burn of warm blood against his tongue and throat, no matter how his gums might ache as his teeth craved the feeling of penetrating the throat of another- But his hunger was a beast in itself. Untamed, out of control, and what has brought the freshly sired vampire to hate what he has become. There were many who may find themselves in relief at being turned, death was easily escaped and illness was impossible in the life of a vampire, but eternity was long and if he was to be cursed with the inability to control his hunger for all eternity he did not wish to live it. Though given the circumstances it seemed he had no choice. What a cruel fate it was to be sired and left without word, without warning- The anguish he has felt these past few months has been unlike any other and if he could feel pain surely he would feel the ache of his heart, something that now stayed still and cold in the cage of his chest.

However he'd realized not so long ago that despite all that had been striped from him the ability to cry remained, though not quite how some might imagine. His tears had been replaced with blood, and even now as he stumbled through the fog these blood tears blurred the vision of his honey gold eyes. A hand, with nails oh so slightly pointed, came to rest at the base of his throat as if he were going to be sick at the very though of what he'd dome only mere moments ago. It was as if all his senses went blank the moment his hunger spiked. As his slender fingers seemed to curl around his throat now he felt such immense regret for taking yet another life. If he knew how to hold back, knew when he'd had enough and was able to stop himself. Was it because he was still so new to it all, so freshly turned? He wasn't sure but Zaharia knew one thing and that was his inability to stop from weeping at what he'd once again done.

Stumbling through the dense fog, leaves crunching beneath the weight of his feet as he simply walked without knowing exactly where his destination would be. So long he was far from any living creature he was content, relieved in knowing he could at least then be free from the claws his hunger had dug so deeply into him. There was no sense of where he was at but it didn't bother him for he'd been wandering aimlessly since that fateful night. Where was he suppose to go anyhow? There was no home for him, there never had been and even more so now. Of course he had found refuge here and there to remain out of sight of the sun, for he had learned quickly the way it would now burn away at his skin and though at times he wished for his immortal life to end he did not have the strength to suffer such a fate as burning away. You see, he has found himself in quite a troublesome predicament in his life.. Or lack thereof.

Eventually, with bloody tears staining his ironically sun-kissed cheeks, his complexion having been little affected by his turning, he had caught the sound of another's steps. It caused his own to halt, one of his ragged and dirty white sleeves coming up to wipe vigorously at his face and now only further staining the fabric with red blood. His eyes, now wide, watched for an approaching figure through the fog but as he did he noticed the steps stop. Oddest though was that despite another so close his hunger seemed quiet, typically insatiable, and his brows furrowed in confusion. Zaharia dared to step further towards where he'd originally heard the steps coming from. To whom he was approaching surely he would look nothing short of a monster; blood still smeared against his face, his clothes tattered and stained, and of all things he was keeping hidden among the fog.

As the figure of another came into his like of sight he paused. This was a daring gesture, to be so close to a living being. "Noaptea este periculoasă," He called out, his mother language rolling off his tongue with utter grace as he let himself fall to his knees. His chocolate locks fell into his face as he hung his head in nothing but shame. As he spoke next it was not in his mother language, but still thick with his Romanian accent, "Only monsters come out at night." The vampire said, eventually letting himself fall to the side and slump against a tree to his side. Now silent all Zaharia could do was wait and hope silently that the other did not approach, and that his hunger would show mercy.

Some rules for writing with me
* I do not write with those under 18, please respect this
* Erotic scenes are fine when its right for the moment/plot but please don't make it the ONLY focus unless its necessary for the plot/parts of the plot
* There must be some kind of OOC communication! I like to chat with my RP partners, whether its about mundane things or gushing over our plot/thinking of new ideas
* Let me know if you lose interest, and I will do the same in return. No one enjoys being ghosted, and though I can't force one to tell me all I ask is that you consider letting me know rather than leaving me in the dark
* Understand that things will get busy, im an adult and life gets hectic! I won't be able to respond right away or every single day
* A heads up, I typically do an interest check after a week of no response OOC or RP wise, and to check in to ensure that you're doing okay! It isn't all about RP after all, I definitely want you all to be doing well
* IC drama is IC drama, do not bring it OOC or take something my character does to heart. It is for the plot
* Do not assume I approve or condone what my character/s do. They each have their own vices and do things that I do not approve of in reality. If you cannot distinguish between the two/associate everything in RP to reflect the writer then do not message me
* ASK QUESTIONS!! Never hesitate to ask me questions if need be, cause gods know I'll probably ask all kinds of questions if I need to!
* Do not make me do all the plotting, I'll simply drop things then and there as I want the plot to be something we both come up with- nothing something that I've alone come up with
* If youre responding to a plot ive posted in the LF roleplay forums feel free to throw some of your own ideas in! Im all for hearing them out

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