Who doesn’t know of this sexy fanged southern gentleman. If you don’t then, shoo, you’re on the wrong page. Bill comes off suave with old school charm that instantly makes you want to know (see) more. He comes across as dangerous balanced with every girl’s strong protector. This captures the character perfectly. On top of that, Ain’t he hot!! Just look at those bedroom eyes. And those, not over done, muscles. He could explore me all night.
Description: Crimson blood glistened in the moonlight of his naked body. Dripped off every curve. Streaking flawless pale dead skin. In this transcendent moonlight, his brown eyes glowed. His muscles ticked. Fangs exposed, bearing his true self and his soul. For the first time she saw him, the real him. Naked, but nowhere near exposed. Even standing before her in the nude he exuded such strength that her skin tingled. He turned to her and nodded. Deep inside she knew nothing could hurt with him there.
Phew. Hot hot hot. I want one like him!
Now don’t throw a fit, but yes, I have a huge man crush on Legolas. His confident demeanor, stunning eyes, and that HAIR! What girl can ignore the elf hair? Also, his voice was such a sweet combination of youth and sexy. When adding some elves into my Succubus Curse Series coming out I decided to model my character Galen after Legolas, but more modern with a touch more boyish charm.
Birds chattered in high trees where beams of golden rays cut through the thick canopy and dotted the lush grass. Legolas stepped with an elf’s lightness. A tiny hair like tendril glistened in the sun. He held out his hands, cupping his long fingers, to catch a bright yellow spider.
“You’re a little far from home.” He knelt down, releasing the small creature into the grass.
His silvery blonde hand fell over his shoulder. He tucked it back behind his pointed ears and then picked a single loose hair from his emerald tunic. He stood and stretched his tall lean body. The tired coiled muscles of his back loosened.
A breeze moved the warm air and made the trees sing their beautiful music. He drew it all in, taking note of every detail with his vibrant blue eyes. Each bush loaded with bowing leaves. Each flower moving in the wind like an elegant dancer. Stoic trees standing like tall sentries around his childhood home.
Tension grew in his chest. A tear burned at his eye. He clenched his fist and fought it back, not giving in to his emotion. He filled his lungs with the smell of earth and sweet new blooms. He needed to focus. He had to remain strong for his upcoming journey. The emotions broke and a single tear fell to the soil he’d never set foot on again.
Such a sweet image. So intense. I just wrote this for fun, but now I may need to add this to a story.
Who can’t love those stunning eyes and high cheek bones, right? While, not normally my type, I’ve fallen for this character. Why? Yes, he looks good, but there’s also more. His fatal flaws is what makes him so desirable. He arrogant, big headed, self-absorbed. He’s also lonely. He begins the series with few friends giving an instant desire to be his friend. I’m not using him to inspire a character yet, but the thought had crossed his mind. Maybe some gender-bend fun later on.
Sherlock donned a deer-stalker cap that mashed down his dark curls on his damp forehead. He wiped the fresh rain off the ridge of his cheek bone. Stunning blue eyes pierced like ice at the crime scene. A cold breeze rustled his long black coat. In one moment, he compared his six-foot frame to the body on the ground and estimated it at around five foot five inches. Well, that would be, if the body had a head.
What a great first paragraph that would be! Maybe I’m going to have to pursue this sooner.