Sauron Blackmore ~2~ [Done]

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"So let me get this straight. You think you actually things safer by locking Mother Blackmore away? HAHAHAHAHAHA. All you did was set me and mine free. We will reign Tourment down on you and yours until you're extinct. Safety? Naw sweetheart. You just committed genocide."

Wafty brown hair, pristine hazel hues, and a smile that's simply to die for. A smile many have died for, and a smile many more will die for. I could grow the full beard if I wanted, but I've found having that five o'clock shadow/day old shave tends to have the most appeal. Those abs though. Have you seen those abs? My god. Getting to rest your head on that bare chest for a night is worth sacrificing your life for, isn't it? I mean... if you're going to go out, why not make your last experience pure perfection. Crazy as hell, but Mother Stone sure did know how to make em pretty. Drop dead gorgeous.

"If I told you that I loved you, would you hold it against me? What do I do for a living? I'm a death dealer. I lure beautiful creatures such as yourself back to my place. Give them the most amazing experience of their lives, and in return, kill them and add them to my collection. You... you believe that... don't you?"

I don't hide who I am. I have no reason to. I am so out there that you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth. That's exactly what I do. The craziest thing is, I admit to everyone precisely who I am. But when something goes bump in the night, and something will go bump in the night. I'm the last person on their minds. They've always said honesty is the best policy. They couldn't be more right.

"What? The Hunger Games? Ain't nobody got time for that. Why would I want to be put into an arena to be starved, frozen, or burned alive, and live in all out misery with 23 other idiots trying to kill me when I can do exactly what I want to do right here. I'll leave the career training to those too scared to kill in real life. Those that need to hide behind a game to cease their hunger."

Yeah. I could have been a career. I was smart enough. I was strong enough. I was diabolical enough. But what's the fun in other people trying to kill you back? You know what you get when you kill someone who's main goal in life is to kill you? You get to survive another day. But when you take a life that is innocent to the world, one that just wants to enjoy another night light the one they just had? What a rush. Best thing about it? I don't need to learn to build a shelter out of leaves. I have a house. I don't need to learn how to build a campfire to cook or stay warm. My house has a kitchen and a heater. Purifying water? What a joke, my waters already crystal clear. Waste your time learning that crap if that's what you want to do. I'm just going to enjoy my life.

"Exactly how many siblings do I have? An army, that's how many. One you really didn't want to fudge with, but it's too late now, isn't it?"

When Mother Blackmoore got carted off to the Detention Center, our army was left with out a general. Being the eldest, the chain of command would fall to me, right? Wrong. I could have led, if I wanted to. But what a pain in the ass that would have been. Malachite was so well groomed to take over as the Patriarch anyway. He always was mothers favorite. I, for one, had absolutely no problem with the idea of him calling the shots. And as long as everything goes according to plan, then everything is kosher. The plan goes askew? That's when I step in. You don't mess with my family. You don't mess with our plans. If you do mess with our plans, it's probably going to be the last thing you do. Not that you weren't already living on borrowed time anyway.


Name: Sauron Blackmore
Face Claim: Dean Geyer
District: Two
Plot: The Blackmore Family
Special thanks to K!ah for the table.