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Sauron

A watcher in the forest, eyes up high
A guardian angel, changes fates
Those unwary learn your lesson
For danger follows through obsession
A wind through the trees , leaves sigh
May all arrive safe home at the gates

Pure Blood Shifter
Male
Lives in Ast
Hopes to become a Rider
Personality Traits:
Zeal for Life
Persuasive
Clever

Personality:
Sauron loves nature and learning. He adores long forays into the wilder parts of the forest where he observes the interactions between the animals and the other two legs. He is often cheerful but does not like to be interupted when he is in the bush. If he brings someone along with him interuptions are mostly excused unless they talk the whole time. The real problem is when someone manages to sneak up on him he has this tendancy to fall out of the tree. These surprises even when he doesnt fall put him in a rather sour mood.

He is also a bit of a romantic and likes to be complimentary and charming. He likes to have company when he is in the village and will go to great lengths to get it. Its more fun with someone else to talk to and he has found you get more friends by being yourself and being friendly.

He can be possesive over little items he collects from the forest, wether they be small bones, pieces of bark, plants, or rocks. Each piece has a story for him, a momento of some adventure or observation. As such he will not easily forgive thievery, leading to days or weeks of the cold shoulder for those who dare to steal from him. He will no longer show them any hidey holes or his in home collection. He gets very hurt when people break his trust like that.

His charm and intelligence combined often come together to help him get what he wants. Hes good at solving problems be they creating new tools when he forgets one or getting extra sweets for himself and his friends. He dislikes tedious work like preparing food, he would much rather be out gathering it or training for combat with a few friends he delights in the physical excersize.

He loves mornings in the cool and wet. He dispises squishy slimey things on principle. And he gets really bored with long lectures.

Description: He has very dark skin and long hair, tall but muscular. He has a few beads in his hair helping to keep it back from his face along with a leather strip that prevents the majority of it from getting in the way when he is fighting. (pony tail with one strand of hair hanging in his eyes)

Clothing: sky blue pants and a left leg bracer.

Accessories: He wears a necklace made from the teeth of his great grandmother's mount, who had died of old age. He also wears a feathered armlet on his upper arm.

History:
He has grown up hearing stories about his great grandparents who were both riders, that and his love of animals inspire him to strive to be a Rider. He is an only child but his parents are close to him and accompanied him on his first forays into the forest. He remembers when his father gave him the necklace of teeth, it was his proudest moment because it meant his father thought he was growing up. His parents had beamed at him through his squeals of glee, he wants to make them proud. But is still young and prone to some immature behaviour at times. Eventually he will grow our of this after a few lessons learned. His parents had left the oldest settlement for the more volatile and exciting climate of Ast. Sauron was still a baby when they moved and as such does not remember much at all of his former home. So in his opinion he feels Ast is where he belongs. Soon however he may wish to see the other places to find new animals and plants.

Rp Log

P Night Watcher Kelina, Night: Forest very near Ast FIN USED
P To Live Hijil, Day?: Forest South of Ast FIN USED
P Let Me Teach You Takoda, Day: Ast
P Soup? Kelina, Evening: Ast FIN USED
P How does that even work? Noon: Jahuar Forest
P MOSS!
P The Forging

L Why you cant just dance around with danger
L Whole Again
L Tis The Season

P= Prentice Stage RP
L = Lancer Stage
S = Spearman Stage
R = Rider Stage
Leg = Legendary stage

Relationships:

Females:
Kelina - Shifter - Wife, Soul Mate <3
Sezarra - Beloved Eldest Daughter
Vepkia - Beloved Youngest Daughter
Ime - Kelina's midwife and thus sacred for forever
Iroia - Battle comrad
Hijil - Shifter - Injured, Sauron helps her recover. Is very warry about any information concerning herself. He worries about her wounds but she seems to be fighting infection off well.

Males:
Takoda - Offers to teach Sauron more about the healing arts. Seems a nice enough fellow.
Yaholo - A fast friend, Sauron can't wait to meet his children when they emerge.
Kresimir - Beloved Eldest Son
Vukasin - Beloved Younger Son
Vallenhyyr - Beloved Younger Son

Familiars:
Pall the Menk


Naka the Sprite



Familiars assigned to him but not rp attained yet

Photos
by Duke

Prentice Art = Kana
Stage 2 Art = Kana
Stage 3 Art = Jay

Tendaji concept = Kana and Satin Doilee

Role Play Solo 001
Reflect Begin Believe

Sauron walked through the forest in a zigzag pattern. His eyes moved constantly up, down and around. Every so often he paused and inspected interesting plants and fungi, munching occasionally on the edible ones. They were raw although he preferred them cooked. Just before his destination he dug up some roots to sell back at home. He loved the digging and the finding of the bulbous treasures below the soil line.

He deposited his hoard of mushrooms and useful plant matter, along with a couple small bales of moss, one a vibrant lime green the other a stoic, sulky brown. He had finally arrived at the edge of a small lake. Sauron looked around, letting the beautiful view sink into a busy, troubled mind. The war didn't loom so tall out here. A slight breeze ruffled his hair playfully and he batted at it ineffectually.

He knew as he squelched his feet into the cool, wet mud at the waters edge, that if war did come here he may loose this place. It was sad how people could not get along. Jahaur did not have a lot of food as it was, so what was the drive for invasion into their world? What was worse then possible starvation anyway?

He wanted to answer this before any kind of melee broke out but if set upon with no negotiations he knew he would fight. In any case he would have to train for battle, and it wouldn't hurt to get a little more of the healing arts in too. He could have been a healer, he enjoyed it greatly, the oneness with the natural medicines, salves, pastes, and the plants that made it all happen, but it wasn't nearly as excited as finding ones own Radaku and then training said savage beastie. He owed it to himself to pursue both of his true passions.

Sauron walked further into the water, sighing as the cool water engulfed his body. He floated idly on his back, paddling around with his fingers splayed out. He adored coming here. It cooled his body and his mind. As he paddled around idly, he thought about the two females he had met. Kelina and Hijil. Both shifters, but each met under very different circumstances. One, Kelina, ready to skewer him with an arrow and the other, Hijil, had been torn and bleeding and he had almost stepped on the poor girl. The forest giveth power and the forest taketh away.

He still didn't know what had possessed him to wander in that particular direction anyway. By chance alone he had found Hijil who would, no doubt, have died without someone there to feed and water and clean the awful wounds. This flicker of fate scared him somewhat. A brilliant life would have been lost. he wouldn't have been able to help her much if she had bled any more then she had or if he had not been taught practical first aid by his parents. If she had had a broken leg, he wouldn't have been able to set it and she would have had a limp for the rest of her life. He would have to learn more if he were to be a greater asset in a war. Two points, to heal and to destroy. He didn't want to think about what were to happen if he were placed in odd circumstances and given opportunity to heal one of their enemies. He much preferred the fair both poking each other with sharp weapons and able bodies fight. As opposed to a helpless injured warrior with fear in his eyes and little to no control over his fate. The thought made his guts churn.

Healing and fighting, both could be potent weapons, and yet completely differen, just as the two females he had met were so different. He realized he was getting a bit deep with his thoughts and this was supposed to be a relaxing day. He dunked his head under water.

After his swim was over he slid back out of the lake, the water had refreshed him but he wasn't sure he felt much better about the impending war but his body now felt more relaxed. At least that was something. His stomach rumbled and he began to think happily about mashed tuber. Swimming and deep thoughts always made him hungry.

He gathered up his materials and hurried home, picking up a few pieces of moss as he went. Once he got home he put his new additions into their own jars with a little water to keep them happy, he kept the lids off unless it was night so they got a little light.

Then he set about making a lovely mashed tuber meal. He spiced it with a few herbs from the mini garden he kept just outside his hut and enjoyed a meal fit for an active shifter.

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Role Play Solo 003
A Giant Pack of Land Pirana... And one other fish.

Sauron stretched happily in bed. It was a cool morning with a little mist clinging to things outside when he stuck his head out to see if anything interesting was happening outside. As it turned out the only interesting thing was the fog. He retracted his head and made himself breakfast and a lunch. He packed this stuff and a few empty pottery jars for herbs and knicknacks he might find on todays excursion.

He hummed as he felt his muscles stretch out as he walked cheerfully out into the forest. He loved that feeling the fresh earth below and the happy muscles allowed to exercise where his mind was most happy and occupied with all the lovely glowing things, he did so adore glowing things. Mysterious and full of character would well describe most of the mushrooms around his home. He had started keeping a note book with drawings of the really interesting ones and also noted in the margins their locations and whether or not he knew if they were edible or not.

He was a nature buff, he couldn't help it. He had been raised to respect life and his healing skills helped him save it, his hunting skills helped to make sure supper didn't suffer. He lightly swung into one of the trees and traveled above the ground for a while. Often there were new plants and critters this high up in the canopy. Not to mention those things that liked to attack shifters were not nearly so common up here then on the ground, and he tripped less.

Along his way he heard a few interesting howls but did not stop to check them out, instead he booked it along, swinging from tree to tree gracefully. Normally he would have stopped but he wanted to get the lake early, to make sure it didn't have any more visitors when he went for a swim.

He arrived at the edge of the lake, it seemed the light mist clung more fiercely over the water as it remained dancing above the surface of the lake but had dissipated from the rest of the forest. It swirled invitingly in a small breeze and he smiled. But first he made a circuit swinging through the trees, seeing or hearing nothing he dropped to the ground and did the same thing, checking for tracks, scat and territorial markings.

Once he was sure he was alone he dove into the lake, bringing one of his jars with him. He tilted his body so his feet were out of the water while he held his breath and plucked lakeweed from the bottom of his lake, he had a suspicion they might have some use in healing and intended to ask his parents about them. Once his jar was full he came up for air. He gasped happily as he breathed in the fresh oxygen, all the sweeter after swimming around on the bottom for a bit.

He plugged his jar after adding a bit of lake water to keep the waterweeds happy for the trip home and placed the jar in his bag. He shook himself a bit like a dog to get rid of some of the water then selected another jar and walked around the rim finding some of his favorite edibles hanging around the treeline. As he walked he kept hearing a distressed intermittent splashing sound. His brow furrowed, but everytime he turned around the sound stopped. Eventually he got annoyed and curious enough at this seemingly teasing noise that he span around and marched over to the lake and looked out of the calm surface. The fog had abandoned the surface as the heat of the day increased. Now it had narry a ripple and yet the splashing should have been disturbing the surface.

He heard the noise again but not a ripple was made he looked to his right and saw a small alcove hidden by reeds that he had not noticed when he walked the treeline looking for Rad's. He walked carefully over and was nearly splashed when a small distressed fish had a fit right on the surface. He was stunned it was a very pretty small fish. He raced over to his bag and grabbed his last free jar, he scooped up some lake water and chased the little fish all over his makeshift pond. It was fast too! By the time he wrestled the slimy scaly body into the jar he was sure he was more wet then it was.

"Easy pal, I won't forget to feed you I promise." Smiling at having caught his new little friend he placed it in his pack and then pulled the straps over his shoulders. His smile quickly faded at the sound of a growl nearby, he stiffled a yelp and shimmied up into the nearest tree as fast as his hands and feet could carry him.

And he reached safety not a moment too soon as a long purple snout peeked out of the forest fat 30 degrees from where he had been standing not a minute ago. A Radaku stepped into the sunshine, it glanced behind himself nervously, snuffled around, wrinkled its nose, looked around, but eventually conceded that Sauron was not there anymore so it made a high yipping sound and soon it looked like the floor was crawling with long lithe canid bodies.

Yes Sauron had seen about three in a group once but this pack was giant. There must have been about forty animals in this group. All were quite beautiful, well muscled and healthy looking creatures. They too sniffed around the clearing, much as he had done, then the whole group lay down or sat and otherwise lounged along the lakeside. They didn't particularly care about the muddy patches either. A mother with pups took her munchkins for a swim. If you could call the already toothy pups munchkins.

Sauron stared transfixed as the long bodies draped themselves across the ground in a furry tableau of peace and serenity. They were so beautiful, he didn't know how anyone couldn't see how they radiated confidence and fierceness and call them ugly. Carnivores they may be but ugly they were not. Misunderstood and deserving of lots of respect was more like it.

Soon he was settled in his tree comfortably and enjoying the moment of being unknowingly included on a wonderful natural spectacle. There were big ones, little ones, scarred ones, new ones, and a huge range of colors. They were like a living breathing rainbow of land piranas. He was grateful he had snatched his fish up when he had, no doubt one or more of the pups, maybe even an adult would have came over to the splashing sound and proceded to chase the fish as he had, but he bet they wouldn't be putting it in a jar.

More like using it as a small sushi snack. He grinned. And patted the corked jar that held the little fish. Poor thing was probably mad that it didn't have the whole lake to play around in anymore but really it was a small fish and chances were it would get eaten by a larger one any time. At least that is what he told himself.

He watched the Radaku horde until they all got up quite suddenly, cleaned off their coats of mud and lakeside debris, and nearly as one melted back into the jungle. He felt incredibly special to be witness to their gathering. The lakeshore was scattered with footprints and roll marks and he wondered what he would have done if he had come tommorow morning and saw all the huge footprints...probably would have run squawking back into the trees.

He couldn't wait to tell Kelina about his encounter today. It made him grin madly that one day his dream of becoming a rider might come true and he could come back and find a Radaku of his own. He planed to pester his family to tell him how his grandparents had found their Radaku again. He kept the the trees all the way home and landed safely in his village still grinning like a fool as he made a note to himself to find a glass jar for Pall the fish.

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Solo 005


There was no feeling like the one he had been experiencing for the last couple days. Newborn shifter twins made time go in a mad flurry and he couldn’t be happier. Sweet, loud and wonderful, a girl and a boy were born to grace their family. The girl looked disturbingly like her mother and the boy was reminiscent of him..at least a little.
He remembered that day weeks, or was it months ago? When he was pacing outside where he could hear Kelina. He had hated that, he gave up and snuck in to hold her hand, if she squashed it some it was the only way he could share the pain with her, pain he would have gladly taken from her if he could. Sadly males couldn’t give birth. It didn’t look all that pleasant either but he hated seeing her in pain absolutely hated it. Then among Kelina’s mature groans a high sharp squalling assaulted their ears and Sauron was handed his daughter. He could remember seeing the child’s beautiful face then his vision blurred and he had to wipe the tears out of his eyes. He was a father. Then a second set of lungs were trying out for Tendaji’s loudest cry and Sauron set his daughter in Kelina’s waiting arms to take his son into his arms. So much emotion so much joy brought on by two little bundles of blankets. Who knew? The world had just tilted on its axis and somewhat reluctantly Sauron placed the baby boy in his mother’s other arm before smooching Kelina on the forehead, brushing her hair back affectionately and saying. “You did it, you brought the most beautiful children into the world you are so amazing. Tears were running freely down his face as he got onto the bed with her, his head by hers and watched their children warble at them. He hadn’t known one could cry and beam at the same time but he had never been this happy ever; snuggled up with his beloved and their two children. “She looks so much like you Kelina, and he looks like an imp, just like me.”
They ended up naming the children Sezarra, which Sauron immediately shortened to Seza, and Kresimir. One with an ‘S’ and one with a ‘K’ just like their parents. Sauron never got tired of holding them and now they were a bit more mobile watching him with great big eyes. He would never forget the day Sezarra grabbed onto his finger and the sound of Kres’s little voice. He melted quite easily in their presence and sometimes felt like dough in their malleable little hands.
These were the beings along with Kelina that he would move mountains for, those that he would protect with his life for now and for always. No obstacle would stand in his way if they were on the other side. This was family and family was all important. He and Kelina were parents and now protectors of their wonderful children. He wondered what class they would choose? Archer, healer, spearman, dancer who knew? He saw the way Seza’s eyes lit up whenever he held something shiney...definitely a little girl. Of course she tried to catch his sprite, who asked for it he was sure. He set Pall on the table and watched the kids watch him. They were just so adorable and interesting and he couldn’t wait until they could talk. Then the questions would start and he would have to try to be a good Dad and answer them properly as opposed to “Because I said so.” Which had always driven him crazy as a child.
He sat back and thought wonderingly, there was so much out there for a young mind to learn...well everything when you thought about it, no one got all of it but there was a great deal of basic knowledge to be taught. Over all this loomed the threat of Oba, and he steeled himself for the retaliatory strike to come. The fight would come, he was sure of it, he couldn’t be incredibly lucky and have it just melt out of existence as much as he would like that to happen. The memories still woke him up at night, occasionally it was fear for his own person but more often it was seeing Kelina hurt that haunted his dreamscapes. Her bloody and injured and he kept running and shouting but it took so long to get to her, the beast closing in. He would get there just in time to put himself between the beast and glare at it, then he woke up and searched for ‘Lina immediately, and there she was always. He thought that with enough time he would heal. She was safe, so was he and so was his darling family...for now.
When the Obans came for them, their land and their limited resources he and Kelina would be ready. This was their home, their life and their family. What could be more important than that?
His daughter squalled and broke him from his melancholy reverie. Here and now Sauron, you must think in the here and now. He toddled over to her. Being a parent was tiring but rewarding work. She giggled madly as he scooped her up patted her tissued bum and brought her to the changing area for a check. All was clear so she must be hungry. He found some puree for her and resigned himself to having to change his clothes in a few minutes. Beautiful she may be but a demure maiden when it came to food she was not. He managed to get at least some on his face so he could lick it off, much to her amusement. She did her best to copy him but couldn’t make her tongue behave. Her attempts made him giggle too.
Soon she was full and he was holding her, watching her eyes close slowly weighted seemingly by the food she had just eaten/spread on every available surface including him. The twins did this alot, eat sleep, have a window of alertness then it was back to hunger and napping. Sauron did his best to nap when he could, but found he couldn’t sleep so deeply now. Always on Daddy alert. He wondered how long it would be until they started calling him that. The thought made him grin as he set Seza down beside her brother and cleaned himself up.

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