The Black Viper of Minas Tirith, son of Arthramir.

The Raven and the Viper (Suite)

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Known Aliases:
Dagramir Audun | The Black Viper | "Bastard."
 

Languages Spoken:
Dagramir would be fluent in both common Westron and Sindarin, having been taught the pleasantries of the Elven-tongue as a boy. He would know a few basic Rohirric words and commands from his readings, though he would neither be overly confident in their regular use or interested in attempting to learn further.
 

Personality:
Perhaps one of the most unpredictable men one could ever meet, the self-proclaimed 'Black Viper' is a rather queer character indeed. Quite notably a very brash man, to the say the least, he would often be prone to making off-the-cuff decisions and taking unnecessary risks for the "fun" of it. Being one who's mind is often spoken to the fullest, appearing to be a man without any form of censor, certainly wouldn't help matters either. Despite this "living in the moment" mentality he would so confidently exhume, one may detect that there would be a quiet spiritualist nature to him; although, he would keep whatever thoughts he had on the great beyond to the confines of his mind.

Dagramir would not be the most trusting, or open, of men on an initial meeting - though if one were to get to know him and earn his friendship they would certainly begin to see a softer side to the rogue. Funnily enough, there lay more to this man than drunken stupors and casual infidelity, despite how much credence to the local gossip there may well be. There is one particular thing that also sets the Gondorian apart from everyone else: luck. No matter the situation, through sheer-willpower and often pig-headed stubbornness, Dagramir often manages to survive to see another dawn. While this lucky streak has seen him last through countless perilous adventures, it would be apparent through further probing that those closest to him would have suffered by association - namely, his deceased relatives or long-lost loves of old - perhaps giving one pause before they would hope to make his acquaintance.
 

Fighting style:
The Viper is very proud of his particular style of dueling and you will often hear him brag about how he had raised and taught himself. In truth: his style, much like his accent, is a specific mix of fighting abilities he has observed from his peers through years of adventure. As one may predict, he is a fairly nimble warrior who will more commonly dodge other blades, or proficiently parry and riposte, rather than waste energy clashing swords or exerting too much effort. He is also one to put on a show, especially if his brawls pull a crowd, during which he will almost certainly pull off more taunts and tricks than necessary - often to his own detriment.

He is very proficient with the sword, choosing to fight with a single blade in a traditional one-handed form, though he is adept at dual-wielding if the need were to arise. His usual blade of choice would be an impressive basket-hilted broadsword, the elaborate craftsmanship of the guard denoting some measure of wealth. Often, while out hunting in the wild, he would utilise a small crossbow fashioned from local wood; usually found buckled to his left thigh, or the saddle-bag of his horse, for easy use. Furthermore, he would not be unknown to use such underhand tactics as throwing dirt, using everyday objects as makeshift weaponry, or utilizing the metal studs he had positioned on the knuckles of each pair of his numerous gloves. Where there is an advantage to be gained, the Viper would most certainly make use of it.
 

Currently:
Gossip around town, among local traders and housewives alike, may include tales that the once-notorious womanizer had returned to the fields of Bree after a lengthy absence - the notable glint of a wedding band on his finger to join the presence of the black ribbon upon his gauntlet. Curiously enough, the sellsword would appear to be moping around Bree-town once more, picking up odd jobs and bantering with all who could withstand his irritable demeanour.