At its head there rode a TALL AND EVIL shape, mounted upon a black horse, [...]. The rider was robed all in black, and black was his lofty helm; yet this was no Ringwraith but a LIVING MAN. The Lieutenant of the Tower of Barad-dûr he was, and his name is remembered in no tale; for he himself had forgotten it, and he said: ‘ 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖓. ’
𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔤𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔤𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔥 … blackened art thy tongue!
welcome— please make yourself at home. this is a selective, headcanon-heavy and mature roleplay blog for the MOUTH OF SAURON, from tolkien's legendarium, written by JESTER! ( 29 ). over the years of developing and revising mordú, i have made him almost wholly my own. while my worldbuilding draws from supplementary fan works such as merp and the new notion archives, mordú's history and character have been crafted with care by me.
please do beware that this blog will contain potentially triggering and mature content. i am an avid lover of the grotesque, the bizarre && the villanous and will make a space for that here. i do operate common tags for sensitive content!
a study in … the monster, loss of morale and oneself, the means justifying the end, catharsis over escapism, a space for the grotesque && the horrific, psychological suspense, intense physicality
below the cut you will find various tags for navigation, as well as links to various verses. some verses lack info as of now, if you are interested please do not hesitate to message me about it!
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here are mo's modern verses! i do want to expand on his regular modern verse , as he has naturally developed further since i've written it up. it's death , death all around!!! the strange foreigner who also acts a bit like jeremy irons. willing and able to throw him into any modern-ish and modern adjacent verse too. cyberpunk , fallout , anything really. send me memes , ask to be sent memes , comment for plotting , perhaps i'll drop tiny starters for those interested .... you get the drill!
actual picture of me dragging mordú to places he's never seen before nor asked to be in.
𝔖he's hated coming here ever since she was a little girl. the walls smelt fungal. it was the musty cloy of under-earth, and it permeated everything, sunk into the clothes if one lingered too long or too near. a putrescence sickeningly sweet and rotted, like pulping fruits and meats no longer plagued with spastic nerves. yet still she comes here, from time to time. there were no septs. no septons here, within the black noch. no weirwoods with hungering mouths, and eyes of blood.
' you need not linger by the doorway. ' death's stink was the closest she could get to the gods, so it seemed, when not aback the dragon. ' this is a place of rest. '
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖔𝖙 𝖓𝖊'𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋𝖋— 𝖆 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖈𝖞𝖈𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍. it is death which fuels the living , which gives meaning to All. a gift not to be touched by man or gods. all must bow to the ouroboros , the cyclic nature of everything which exists , ephemeral and wordly. ancestors gift their wisdom in exchange for warmth and worship— a heretical thing to even talk about here on westeros.
he announces himself with the hollow clinking of etched iron charms , a long and measured inhale loud in this tomb. soot tipped fingers slip 'neath his veil of dark gauze , pushing it out of his face and over his long swath of inky hair. cold eyes find her , taking in her messy waves and the proud arch of her nose. ❝ i heard it is prudent to wait for an invitation to holy ground. ❞
he is teasing, clearly— it is hidden right there , within the velvet of his voice. but it rings hollow to most ears , as most of what he says does. ❝ what is this place to you , my lady? the halls of your forebears? ❞ another two steps and he is next to her , the warmth he exudes sinking into her arm. ❝ where i come from , i would sing to these bones and the memories they carry. ❞
don't be afraid to claim your space. don't be afraid to be your authentic , genuine self. you will always encounter opposition , and sometimes hatred , no matter how and where you move through life. granted , the internet is especially vicious in granting anonymity and thus taking away such an integral part of human interaction: the face. but trust that you will attract the people who are good for you , who are on your wavelength and genuinely enjoy your presence. the people who will have your back. that is a universal truth , in 'real life' and on the internet. and , in the end , keep yourself grounded in what you truly enjoy , your original interests , the things that bring you peace and delight. unfortunately putting yourself out there in any way will always attract beauty as much as it will attract terrible things. be kind to yourself , and be kind to others. protect your space , and most important protect your friends.
welcome to spoilsovwar , a multimuse offering canon- and original characters from dragon age , lord of the rings , the elder scrolls & more! heavily headcanon-based and lovingly cared for by JESTER! ( 28 )
sideblog to putrefacerem , independent & mutuals only & selective.
nickname(s): jester! ... or alex. nothing special here.
zodiac: i'm an aries sun , capricorn moon and cancer rising! and it's true , all of it is really true. that's me alright. you now know me. unironically , because that read like irony.
last movie i saw: i don't watch shows or movies that much , actually. whatever it is , it has to get me in a headlock and consume me for me to want to watch something. unless friends ask me to watch something together , that's easier! i think the last movie i watched was nausicaä.
last thing i googled: uhh i was cross-checking a build for diablo! and trying to read up on a few linux related things.
favorite musician: faetooth , buck-tick , tamar-kali , genitorturers , shawn james & the shapeshifters , skinny puppy , koRn , heilung , deftones , crass , ductape , tool , gorillaz , chiasm , ghost , le tigre , diamanda galás ..... so many more , honestly. gulps.
song stuck in my head: sirály by thy catafalque
other blogs: 7-inchez , spoilsovwar and a personal i rarely use!
do i get asks: i do get asks from my lovely mutuals <3
following: the moots!
amount of sleep: anywhere between 5 and 8 hours , usually.
lucky number: i don't have one!
what i’m wearing: sweatpants that have seen better days and an old hoodie i inherited from my uncle. to be fair , it's late and i'm lounging
dream job: first of all , fuck employment! .... but i do feel the urge to have an impact , no matter how small. i like working with my hands , seeing my work done. that's what i liked about being a hairdresser , and it's what i like about creating in general. i want to feel like what i do matters , that it satisfies myself and has a positive impact on the people around me if possible. i don't know if working with people really is my dream job. but it's a very good thing , and enables me to work against oppressive structures at least somewhat within the system. honestly i just wanna exist peacefully lmfao
languages: german , english , a bit of french and polish and romanian. unfortunately i forgot nearly everything i learned in 4 years of studying latin so my flex is out of reach hldfgl
favorite songs: funnily enough these questions are so difficult , they cycle and change frequently , really! lets see... get out of my house by kate bush , death of day - faetooth , the killing moon - echo & the bunnymen , i am shell i am bone - gazelle twin , digital animal - honey claws , the hardest thing & orange county by gorillaz and honestly the entire the mountain album with all the fantastic features , kansas - gorillaz , rakata - arca , in der palästra - sopor aeternus & the ensemble of shadows
describe yourself as aesthetic things: uhhh. an empty , crumpled pack of marlboro whites forgotten on the backseat of a vw polo , a narrow forest path in twilight in the midst of summer , the scent of hay , fingers pricked and rough from crafting , patches on a leather jacket , laughter and bruises in a mosh pit , a path stretching endlessly toward the horizon
mordú worships wounds and the pain of sacrifice. it is a divine act to give oneself up in ecstasy. the closest a mortal being may come to death without explicitly touching it. it is peace of mind as much as it is discipline. to bear such wounds is to be a conduit between two states of existing , linking the living and the dead through ritual.
the catacomb saints of armenelos are conduits through which the revered dead may be invoked. a way to connect with ancestors through visions of a tending dôlguzar , who will lay with these venerated bones and gift them the warmth of the living. an act believed to draw the spirit back into its worldly house for but a moment and impart their intent upon the dôlguzar , who will then speak their will to those seeking advice.
describe your character in as embarrassing detail as possible. where you may reasonably stop after two sentences in other contexts , such as a novel , here you simply plow on. grant them the ebony darkn'ess raven dementia way treatment and be as self-indulgent as you possibly can. this is especially geared towards ocs , but canon portrayals are also most welcome. show everyone just how you imagine your muse. you may use my layout as inspiration or copy it , or do something entirely of your own. use text only , or include graphics. it is up to you. naturally , only describe what you are comfortable with.
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clothes make a man , yet you are no man— WEARING BUT THE SKIN OF ONE.
... in depth study of physique && clothing.
crown : mordú's hair is thick and straight , black as a starless night sky && evidently well cared for. he wears it long as is custom amongst the dôlguzîr , a guild dedicated to the death cult of anadûnê— a long braid representing the blessed threads of life reaching into uncertainty. his easily reaches the small of his back. when not hidden beneath an iron-wrought headdress and mortuary veil , mordú prefers to wear it combed back and unadorned , revealing the broad wefts of greying hair at his temples which belie his advanced age. a little dull due to its texture if left alone , his hair is the most obvious evidence of how well mordú likes to care for himself. he is a proud man , and a lacking appearance tends to fall back negatively on a person. not to mention that there is some ritual involved in self-care. it is usually well oiled , carrying the scent of rosemary and almond.
visage : all his characteristics are represented in the slopes , hills && valleys of his face. his pride in the graceful , prominent hook of his nose. his capacity for cruelty and deep contemplation evident in the sharp and heavy ridge of his brow. the cold blue of his eyes contrasting with the warm colors of the rest of him— piercing and endlessly shrewd. one is hard-pressed to find evidence for emotion in them , rarely blinking and content to pin others like a butterfly upon cardboard. their blow is softened by a ring of long lashes , pointing straight and shadowing iciness beneath them. at rest , the full bow of a wide mouth is etched into the whisper of a perpetual frown. though a smirk comes easy and quick , disarming now after years of practice— lending him a veneer of human warmth he is hard-pressed to display when he doesn't need to. like the rest of him , the shape of mordú's face is angular and hawkish , alluding to his pride and heritage turned sour. there is an allure to him that is hard to deny , undoubtedly he may be called handsome without a second thought && yet something unsettling hides just beneath the facade that one picks up on unconsciously.
frame : mordú is graced with exceptional height , even for one of the númenórean people. standing over seven feet tall , he knows well the aura his appearance commands. a master manipulator by circumstance and dedication , mordú knows just how to look at someone , how to move and act to get the most out of any interaction. while not bulky , there is still nothing soft or slender about mordú's physique. bones jut in places like his elbows , hips and knees. he is graced with broad and strong shoulders , ending in a tapered waist and limbs just long enough that it's noticeable and slightly off in the silhouette. ribs are noticeable , though his chest is banded in corded muscle much like his arms and legs are. while dark hair coats his limbs , his chest is mostly bare of it except for a slight dusting of hair. however , a dark trail points lower from his navel , thick and coarse. in his later years under sauron's service ( and in each of his verses ) , mordú loses his right lower arm. it is replaced with a prosthetic of darkened iron , wood and leather. the prosthetic is quite bare save for a few decorative etchings , mirroring the look of his actual hand and sporting clawed nails. it is quite ingeniously made and allows him as much functionality as possible , making it able for him to grab things and even write , albeit slowly and not as neat as with his left hand.
hands : palms are broad and large , tapering into long fingers. they are gnarled at the knuckles and slightly crooked— perhaps from age or injuries. his nails are filed and long , an eccentric quirk that he entertains. as his service to sauron changes his physique , it also makes him more monstrous in some aspects. his nails eventually turn more claw-like and develop quicks , making it impossible to cut them down properly anymore. mordú keeps at least two of them rounded and short ( as possible ) to entertain lovers. the back of his hand sports thick veins , snaking up his arms in greenish and later sickly purple hues.
nethers : when flaccid , mordú is sized well above average , even for someone of his height. although he isn't much of a grower and gains an inch or two at best when fully aroused. girthy on top , he is well aware that many lovers cannot take all of him— even with generous preparation. && though dangerous in personality , mordú is an indulgent lover and gains immense pleasure from the willing and total surrender of his partner to him , no matter if he is on top or on the receiving end of arduous affections. hair here is trimmed and neat , though never removed. when aroused , he is heavy enough that he doesn't curve up properly and bends to the right. mordú , as is custom for his people , is circumcised. most comfortably , mordú is usually adjusted to the right and prefers dark and well tailored pants as to not be too noticeable when he sits.
cosmetics : in line with his ( former ) guild's practice , mordú makes use of various cosmetics imbued with meaning. in a bid to court && to ward off death all at once , dôlguzîr line their eyes with kohl and paint their lips with a mixture of charcoal dust and myrrh oil. some take to lacquering their teeth also , a practice that mordú indulges in infrequently. the same mixture of oil and charcoal is also applied to the hands in various designs , as death's touch is deliberate and evident && permanent.
distinguishing marks and other facts : mordú's skin sports smatterings of moles on his back , left hip and his face. his teeth are crooked and misaligned , though well taken care of , with a small gap between his front teeth. he barely has any beard growth and used to be self-conscious about that fact in his early life. during the long span of his life && especially in his manifold servitude to sauron, mordú collects a true plethora of scars. he is fairly disfigured by them at some point , and many stem from ritualistic self harm and experimentation. though mordú identifies as male , he has no traditional concept of gender as is custom in his nation. he never develops it either , even when away from home.
🚫 What’s a trope you avoid or dislike?
🏆 What’s your proudest thread or RP moment?
🤔 What’s something you’ve never tried in RP but want to?
i'm trying to gather my thoughts because i'm sure there are plenty , just won't come to mind right now. but there are a lot of romance tropes i'm 🤷 about - at least in common and generalized executions of them. like beauty and the beast , the mafia boss etc. the douchebag and the sweetheart ( hetslop ). there's probably more. the feminization of male/masc characters in same-sex relationships ( looking at kcd hans , or astarion , as popular examples ) , often in fandom. the noble savage , which also ties into previously mentioned tropes often. shallow , feel-good solutions in favor of catharsis.
not asked , but a few more tropes i do enjoy are found family / family of choice , long river journeys to symbolize inner growth and major events which have happened in the distant past but still affect the characters to this day.
answered before! i tried thinking of some more moments , but nothing readily comes to mind right now! already being able to create , being able to share my thoughts and to be accepted into a community are proud achievements , to be quite honest. i struggle with putting myself out there , which is difficult sometimes because it is such a social hobby , so every opportunity i manage makes me very happy.
surprisingly difficult question haha! i genuinely feel like i've tried a great many things in rp over the years i've done it. from groups , to multiple people working on one thread , to preparing narratives ttrpg style. from long threads , to very short and choppy answers , to having a rp last for over a thousand pages. maybe one thing i would like to try is build an entire world and narrative with a partner , or multiple people. but i'm a bit jaded , and not sure if that is achievable , or if i really have the energy to muster for it! but i'm always ready to be surprised , and to try new things.
🏆 what’s your proudest thread or rp moment?
🧑🎨 do you prefer original characters, canon characters, or a mix?
✂️ how much do you edit your replies before posting?
a bit of a general answer rather than a specific moment , but i do love when i read a reply i just typed up , or a headcanon , and i feel like i can now clearly see the direction i'm taking that muse. when everything clicks , from tone , to dialogue , to how i shape their actions and thoughts. when their voice becomes clear to me , i guess. goes for canons and ocs! especially ocs , because often there is so much time involved until a concept truly comes to live!
in this , i don't feel like i have a strong preference. in writing , i do think that we make canons our own to some extent whilst playing dolls. either expanding on them , or salvaging whatever was left to the fandom. but when it comes to a soft spot? definitely for original characters. there is so much work involved , and it does allow for a unique glimpse into people's creative journeys and the stories they want to tell. it's a vulnerable thing to put them out there and to me that's precious.
when it comes to editing content ... usually not at all! i get possessed by the spirit of whichever muse i'm writing , black out and only spell check whatever i've written. usually works for me. it's that reactivity and quick creative release which i love so much about rp and how i approach it. once in the mood , the first thing that comes to mind is often the best and the most in-character i feel like. for visuals i do some basic editing and change up how much i do every now and then. whatever feels right at the moment. i do like a cohesive aesthetic ... i just sometimes get frustrated with keeping it up lmfao
i've gathered that , at least on surface glance , twoiaf is more low fantasy setting with a deep iceberg but ...
would it be outrageous for mordú's dragon verse if he were able to communicate and be a blood mage? is that too crazy? i'm thinking about the shadow lands , and how magic wilted in the world with the death of dragons , i'm thinking about cosmic themes etc etc etc. just asking because my grasp on lore still feels ephemeral more than anything.
