THE FIRST BORN.

SISTER OF URUKS. THE LEFT HAND OF ADAR.

[sindanille]

#SINDANILLE. THERE STOOD ANOTHER, PROUDER AND TALLER THAN ANY ORC. ADORNED IN ARMOUR AKIN TO THEIR ELVISH COUNTERPARTS, GLEAMING AND RADIANT BENEATH THE PALE LIGHT OF THE MOON ABOVE. WITH SWORD AND SPEAR, SHE WHO COMMANDS THE BEASTS WITHOUT AN UTTERANCE OF A WORD. HERE BE MORILINDË THE FIRSTBORN. THE LEFT HAND OF ADAR.

a private original character fitted into the tolkien universe, known as SINDANILLE ACCARTË the first-born uruk. lovingly written by aleera. est. nov 2024. the child of uruuk and divinehr. this blog is a sideblog and will follow back from divinehr. affiliates: @uruuk

A STUDY IN . . . monstrous eve. the only child. the eldest daughter. more monster than girl. the devil you forgot. ( more tba )

info and basic rules below. for more in-depth rules check the main blog.

RULES.

basic rp etiquette is required here. don't godmod, don't be a dick, etc. for more in-depth rules check here.

sindanille is the daughter of adar ( uruuk ) and priscilla ( divinehr ) and won't be interacting with other portrayals of adar or muses who might try and parent her. both parents are heavily active in their daughter's life.

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ABOUT.

sindanille accartë, the first known uruk conceived naturally. it was highly suspected that adar would never father biological children and yet, here is proof of one such child.

nicknamed the sister of uruks and morilindë. known as the left hand of radar, his fastest adversary.

between 500 - 1000 years old.

extremely talented spear and shield wielder, though talented with swords and bows. these are simply preferred weapons.

general appearance: at first glance, one could assume she is more elven than uruk. beautiful and transcending that of middle - earth yet there is a sense of unease about her appearance. skin too pale and almost translucent, eyes as pale as moonlight, perfected with long, twisted night black tresses often loosely braided with strands framing her face. sharp and strong features with almost cracking skin with light blue veins more visible than most, on closer inspection she looks more like her lord father than her mother. perhaps a more "perfected" version of what an uruk is, one born instead made. descended from the first uruk and the sun mother herself. picture her to be the eclipsed sun to their sun and moon.

cold, distant, fierce and unreadable. a quick thinker and incredibly observant, not needing to speak to voice her thoughts or reasons with those closest to her. perhaps too prideful, too confident, too brutal.

MORE TO BE ADDED.

[mieczyslawstilniski]

“forgive me father, for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood, i know deep down, that i’ll do it again.”

— confessions || k.a.

[ilikedetectives]

- We need more men.

- Get Amelia!

[museinspo]

“She was her father’s daughter but she’d inherited her mother’s black anger. It burned through her sometimes like a chemical fire, brief and devastating and utterly unstoppable.”

— Amber Sparks, from “The Cemetery for Lost Faces,” The Unfinished World: And Other Stories (via lifeinpoetry)

[juliawvicker]

I'm introducing a new rule. And what would that be? Huh? Never fuck with the daughter of a serial killer.

[victoryrifle]

Another pitiful cur disposed of, she thought approvingly. She removed her stifling helmet and savored the invigorating bite of the wind upon her face. Lustrous black hair, now soaked with sweat, was plastered to an elegant visage worthy of a Grecian goddess. By the dark gods, I grow weary of this butchery.

Underworld: Evolution novelization by Greg Cox

for @georgeromeros

[jennasommers]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, 3.08 — Ordinary People

[museinspo]

“Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?”

— Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone  (via thequotejournals)

[diidona]

UNDERWORLD (2003) dir. Len Wiseman

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[avemaria-archive]

valentina is one who didn’t really know about the orcs before , if she’s honest . she’s had a privileged life , if you think about it like that . but she knows that the elves are wrong , here . don’t worry sindanille , you two have that in common .

val stops in the middle of the tunnel with her , to hear . smirking as she listens . ❝ &* perhaps you will see why he trusts me . such worries shouldn’t be on your mind . ❞ val is already bored of this conversation . ❝ i’m the elf who will make the uruks a home . isn’t that enough ? ❞

[sindanille]

IS THAT STUPIDITY OR BRAVERY RADIATING FROM HER? [ ... ] until further development, it could be either. confidence though she could detect. tasting it in the air between them. halting at an arm's length from the elf - maid, an arch on her noble brow. amusement adorning her features. the corner of her lip twitching upwards with a faint smile.

here they stood in dark tunnels, tension thick and curiousity spilling. sindanille is young, be mindful, and passes harsher judgement than that of her father. volatile, cold, brash. ❝ perhaps it is your sharp wit and quick tongue. ❞ she - orc muses aloud. ❝ if you truly mean such words, enlighten me. what would you do for my kin? how far would you go? ❞

[sindanille]

DREADED WEIGHT PRESSED AGAINST HER CHEST. [ ... ] difficult conversation summoned by the oncoming storm. the trials ahead demanded some sort of explanation; for everything from before. before her time, back when the shadow gripped with talons into the flesh of the lord - father. only pieces here and there caught in the silence, a brief fractured understanding based on solely on assumptions. [ what happened? / why was i never told? ] all she understood truthfully was what happened was horrific, from troubling times that still pained her beloved father even if he never uttered a word. it crossed his face every so often.

younger watched with furrowed brows. listening to every word, studying every flicker of reflective eyes. yes, she knew her temper was both a blessing and a curse. but would you have her any other way, father? would you change a daughter of your own flesh and blood? emotional and fire - tempered, more akin to a war machine than a girl. more beast than elf.

pale gaze flickering, unable to meet his gaze fully. under the rule of morgoth he was nothing more than a body. someone near dead yet forced to live through endless torture. the origin of their species began in the dark, chained and enslaved. heart grew heavy at such knowledge even if he looked past it fondly because of what he was rewarded afterwards. so like him; looking through cracked rose - tinted glasses.

❝ how am i not to weep? learning you, of all people dear to me, nearly died. ❞ moonlit eyes glitter with silvery tears that threatened to spill. an emotional beast girl more than she cared to admit. eyes follow his movements and instinctively she follows, trialling close like long ago. once a little girl followed her father proudly, but this differs from then. it is fear that fueled her movements. a shaky inhale taken, stopping herself to give him space. a man of little words, letting his actions speak louder. [ if you died where do you go / can i follow you there? ] head hung low, dark locks shifting and creating a curtain shielding her hanging face. like a devil's sick of sin. tormented, confused heart wanted nothing more than to yell and weep.

❝ i am sorry, lord - father. for all that you endured, even if the greatest of gifts followed. ❞ apologizing for it all. even if it were not done by her hand ( she was yet to exist ) but there is a guilt racking throughout her warring mind. everything clicked together. making sense more than ever before ❝ everything you have done for your children is to protect them. from him and his cruelty. ❞ / cont'd . @uruuk

[sindanille]

wait in the main timeline where adar is killed by someone he considers son, I feel like sindanille would actually lose her mind. becoming almost a bloodthirsty berserker who wants revenge. would 100% side with the elves against sauron and her "traitorous brothers and sisters" but she is visibly weeping the entire time

[sindanille]

while sindanille views herself to be more orc than elf, she would have a strange and rather fucked up view of family with the elves. her mother is an elf, her older half - brothers and sister were elves. she 100% sees the orcs as family but by extension of her mother, so are the elves. doesn't stop her from tormenting and killing them when they threaten her family though

[jewelbeloved]

she wished for her father. she wished for bygone days of kingfishers fluttering & singing at the same glorious hours. but such times had withered & died at the hands of a shadow that had crawled in and corrupted what could be, orchestrating the demise of home and all once beloved by her. not even the sound of footsteps approaching could bring her some hope, though it soon proved it would have been crushed when no elf but rather orc appeared. in response, hands merely clutched tighter to her sack with what little strength left.

" you speak as if my fate is not yet set in stone & death will not be the outcome no matter my reply. " raspy voice, exhaustion dripping from it as calm settled into her bones. there was not even enough spirit left to question this orc's fairer appearance, nor was there a point in caring. it was the end. no orc would simply spare an elven life. " ... you look like the moon. how curious. " her mind must already be going, to be thinking of such things. yet .. still in different lives, a different time she may have endeavoured to paint such strange beauty.

[sindanille]

WAS THIS THE JEWEL HER MOTHER SPOKE OF? [ ... ] as bright as fire - stone and as warm as the hearth. where stories were told long ago in her youth, when night crept into their home and cold into her bones. a sister. how her thoughts pondered. a faint tug at her heart for what could be if their worlds were not at war. but here she must remain cold; all are threats and would sooner kill sindanille, daughter of adar. uruk - blooded and born of the sun - mother. an abomination in the eyes of many.

proud steps taken, breaking the distance between them. weak and bleeding, iron ichor hitting the back of her throat. lips curling in tooth - filled smile. ❝ not yet, osellë. mercy may yet be granted this day. ❞ yet her following statement made the she - orc's head tilt, cocked to the left. curiousity sparkling in silver eyes. a clawed hand surged forward, resting upon caranmíreth's in a strange tenderness. a gentle nature seldom rare in her harsher nature. ❝ answer the question, she - elf. then i will take you to a healer. or your people. before the others discover you. ❞

[muutosarch]

IF THE SHE-ORC'S PURPOSE WAS TO IRRITATE HER, SHE WAS UNDOUBTEDLY SUCCEEDING. galadriel never allowing a moments reprieve, nor for her eyes to remove themselves from her captor. THIN, CHAPPED, AND ROSE-COLORED LIPS PRESSED, AS CRYSTALLINE EYES WIDEN IN DETERMINATION. FLICKERING BACK AND FORTH.

SHE REMAINS CROUCHED ON BLOODIED KNEE, WHILST THE STING KEEPS HER ROOTED. murderous, ravenous fingers black with blood, CURLED AROUND IRON. SO THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ORCS BREED WITH ELVES. the mere thought makes her ill, churning empty stomach. GRITTING TEETH CAUGHT BEHIND SNARLING VEILS. how could one allow the touch, NAY -- THE STAIN OF MORGOTH INSIDE OF THEM? TO INFECT THEM WITH THEIR SPAWN? her skin raises with goosebumps at the mere thought. HAIR REFLECTING THE TWO TREES STANDING UP UPON THE BACK OF HER NECK.

NOSTRILS PUSH OUT FERAL BREATH, PERHAPS SIMILAR TO BEASTLY FEROCITY SHE IS FACED WITH. shifting on her knees, and re-curling white-knuckled hands AS SHE SNAPS HER JAWS FOR THE TASTE OF VENGEANCE. LIP TWITCHES IN ANGER. though revelation is noted, and her lips part in an inhale. EYES HOLDING A NEW KIND OF INTENSITY. "you think your father unwise?" SHE CROWDS THE BARS, DARING. PORCELAIN PUSHING AGAINST DIRTIED CAGE. not shying away. never. playing upon the negative opinion offered.

"then i shall recount what i told him when he was in my place." SCORNED LIPS ARE TIPPED WITH VENOM SIMILAR TO THAT WHICH LINES THEIR ARROWS. "because my vow remains." she hisses. "even if it takes me the rest of this age, i will see all of your brothers and sisters dead." lips curl. "and that includes your traitor mother."

[sindanille]

NEAR MIRROR IMAGE OF EACH OTHER; RIGHTEOUS SUN AND VENGEFUL MOON. [ ... ] perhaps it was the elven blood that channelled their anger. a shared inheritance, snarling beasts seeking to destroy what threatened them. how alike they were in their contrast. eyes following each other like birds of prey an owl and falcon with narrowed gazes of flickering jewels. only the iron bars keeping the other at bay. while the she - orc heard the gentle commands of her lord - father to leave this one unharmed. she is useful, he said, better alive than a corpse. even though she wanted to protest, and speak in venomous, vile tongues, but obeyed like the good daughter she was.

this is the result of orc and elven relations; a creature born of pride and loyalty. the best and worst of her parents combined. fear not, she knows the histories. witnessed the slaughter of both elves and orcs at the hands of each other. learned the fates of her mother's first children, and she does feel pity. anger directed towards morgoth and his servant more than the elf before her. but the love for her brothers and sisters remains just and strong, enough to slaughter any who would harm them first — that includes her elven kin.

❝ unwise to keep you, a murderer, alive. if would be ruinous to kill a princess when you are so favoured by your king. ❞ elven commander crept closer and her muscles tense. instincts whispering to remain cautious; elves are scheming creatures. one false move and she may be next. a fatale blow to her parents if her life was ended. her words summoned a snarl, fist raised to bang against iron bars. rattling them, a loud twang echoing around them. moon - kissed hues staring down strong nose at her. if it was her purpose to irritate her, then she has succeeded. ❝ you will be on a spike before that day. slain by my hand! ❞ anger irritable, nostrils flaring. every instinct screaming to end her, the words of her parents echoing in her mind to remain calm. how was she to when this elf threatened the lives of her kin?

❝ all elves appear to be such loving beasts yet for those tormented by our shared enemy, you slaughter us. no wonder your homeland turned its back on you. you are without love for anyone. ❞

[sindanille]

EACH STEP IS LIGHT; FOOTFALL PURPOSEFUL. [ ... ] crystalized gaze never flickering, head reminiscent of an owl; head swivelling in place. pacing back and forth like a snarling animal. fanged teeth bared at @muutos with every little movement. more beast that elf - maiden, daughter of moonlight shielded from many. not naive but cautious. she had the same narrow minded view all the world did. orc and uruk were vile. monsters born of darkness by morgoth. untouched by the light and thus wholly evil.

❝ if he were wise, you would have been executed. ❞ a half - step taken, with gritted teeth. here lay a murderer in the heart of their camp and he allowed her to live. even when threats to his life were made. blood boiled, vein in her neck pulsating with anger. girl of sun and moon, she had inherited her mother's temper just unchecked. fingers balled into a fist only to slowly uncurl. ❝ tell me, commander, does the blood of my kin sate your appetite for destruction? ❞