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The mere utterance of his name is enough to strike fear into the hearts of many people of Middle Earth. In his own land, his name is not permitted to be so much as spoken by his minions, under pain of death.
His appearance is still more menacing than his name, or so says those few who have survived his land long enough to see his face. Somewhat greasy, jet black hair hangs nearly to his shoulders, setting off piercing dark eyes of the same hue. A devilish grin plays across his lips, revealing yellowed teeth occasionally crusted with blood.
Jewelry, clearly influenced by the Orcs he had created, adorns his body in several places. Two piercings on his bottom lip, another by his eyebrow, and many in his ears cause him to appear even more like some foul creature from the depths of the darkest chasm found in the land.
He is clad completely in black; he knows of no other color. His hands are covered with gloves, cut off at the fingers, showing his grimy fingertips, frequently soiled by blood, and the dirt long accumulated under his nails. Long sleeves and pants cover his pale skin, usually complimented by a long cloak draped over his shoulders. Ever by his side, his sword hangs in its sheath, eagerly awaiting its next opportunity to be used. Many other weapons can be found on him, although not all are always visible.
Only a fool would trust him, such a lying backstabber is he. His own generals fear him as much as any respectable person from the West would. He is always found alone, often lurking in the cold, dark halls of his tower, or spotted gazing deeply into his seeing stone. But it fails to affect him; he finds pleasure in his seclusion, obsessing over the power which he has obtained and that which he has yet to conquer.
His typical day consists of deciding which town to raid, how many of his soldiers to send off to battle and death, or which prisoner to torture first. He has become so cold to life that neither the most hopeful plea nor the most disconsolate cry can move his will a fraction of an inch from where it stands. No other person can be used against him, for he cares for no one but himself.
Most think of him as a heartless animal, not worthy of being referred to as a human being, but some of the more curious or compassionate cannot help but wonder… Beyond those dark, cold eyes, could there possibly be part of a human left inside? Many laugh off the question and think of those who suggest it as crazy. But as for Sauron himself, he would never admit to it, no matter how true it might be.