(Most taken straight from RP in-game)
Dagramir would creep silently across the rooftops, his black shadow matting with the darkness of the skyline, creeping up on his objective. He would pause atop one of the buildings, the house in question staying firmly in his gaze. He would stay perched atop the edge of the roof, before sliding to the side and descending to the stone floor below, deeming it safe.
The door to the house would be ajar with a few fresh looking blood drips on the floor, clattering from inside as well as a dim candle glowing.. No cats seem to be there at all, strange for a place that usually hosts a gathering of strays.
The Viper grimaces underneath his cowl, it would appear he was late. Shaking his head slowly, he would silently draw his knife, holding it with the blade pointed downwards, before slithering for the door, making sure to stay as silent as he could against the cobbles. Setting his free hand on the door, before holding his breath, he would slide through the crack, entering the dimly lit household.
A black dressed figure would be hunched over the chair, moving about a body of a disfigured man with entails around the floor, being hung up like Yule decorations.. he would have a small axe on his bloody cloth clothing, occasional sniffles from him..
He would watch the scene carefully, using the dimming light to observe the figure in the corner. Taking note of his attire, and checking him for weapons, before exhaling through his cowl. Next, he would simply shift his heel to the side, and would kick the door shut behind him.
Torturer jumps greatly at the noise, pulling his axe and stumbling backwards with his axe outwards.. another sniffle as he backs up slightly, 'L-l-leave!!'.
Dagramir would not move an inch, his ominous dark figure standing in the place of the doorway, the candlelight glinting off of the sheen of the dagger in his hand. He would tilt his head slightly upwards, his shadowed gaze scanning across the 'decorations' around the room, uttering out, "Do you remember me?", through the room, before following it up with a gruff, "Do you know who I am?"
Torturer holds his axe out more threateningly, though he starts to tremble and shake, 'N-no! I said leave!'.
Dagramir smirks underneath his cowl at that, and would take a few confident steps towards the man, tilting his head back down to stare directly towards his eyes, "Not so tough when you don't have the element of surprise, are you?", he would murmer out, "I am about to become your worst nightmare."
Torturer lets out a laugh, rather forced at this point, 'Worst nightmare? R-really? I have been through worse.. for I.. I am the *swallows hard* Torturer!'.
Dagramir chuckles at that, eyeing him up in down in a sort-of disbelief, "You? The man who tortured and killed many innocents, including an attempt on my own life?", he would fall silent at that, before shaking his head, "If you say so.". After the moment the last word, he would sheathe his dagger in it's sheathe, before immediately sprinting for the man, a hand outstretched to grab the hilt of the axe, and his other balled into a fist, sent straight for the man's jaw. For this one.. He was planning on using his bare hands.
Torturer raises his arms in a small cower as he sprints forward, his axe being taken and the punch landing into his jaw.. his eyes already frightened turn even more, he goes to push him away from him with not that much strength or energy.
Dagramir would allow this slight push, using it to take a step backwards to swing the axe, flat-end first, towards the man's right cheek, aiming to direct him towards the wall.
Torturer lets out a groan as the axe hits him across the jaw, making him fall into the body he placed recently which makes him groan even more, trying to push himself back up in panic.
Dagramir instantly follows him, his free hand outstretched to harshly grab a hold of the back of the man's head. First, he would pull him downwards, sending a knee for his temple. If that were to connect, he would begin to drag him for the bookcase.
Torturer lets out a groan as the poorly made hood is grabbed and pulled, the knee connecting harshly and making him dazed.. already too weak to fight back he is easily dragged.
Dagramir would send him straight for the bookcase, aiming to slam his head and body against it, before yanking his head back violently, and slamming it forwards to connect with one of the shelves.
Torturer lets out a loud moan of pain as he connects with the book case, placing a hand to his stomach afterwards before his head is pulled back and into the shelf, making him get dazed once again before he slides down the book case slightly to his knees, groaning still.
Dagramir would pause, almost growling underneath his cowl, his doubts fading from his mind as a blood lust would consume him, "Think I wouldn't remember?", he would hiss out, before reaching his hand down to once again yank him up, aiming to throw him in the direction of the door and the window.
Torturer whispers out weakly.. "I.. don't.." He then gets thrown away, his knees weak making him stumble forward onto the floor.. trying to open the door whilst on the floor..
Dagramir would walk towards him slowly, slipping the axe further down his hand to get a better, firmer grip of the handle. As he would reach the man, he would plant a firm boot downwards, aiming to stamp down hard onto his back, aiming to pin him to the floor, "Think I would forget the promise I made?!", he growls out.
Torturer lets out another loud shout of pain as the boot smacks into his back.. being pinned rather easily, "Promise..?"
Dagramir would become infuriated by this response, sending another harsh stomp towards the man's spine, before he would bend down reaching out his hand to violently rip the hood from his head, uttering simply out, "You should have killed me when you had the chance."
Torturer lets out perhaps the loudest shout of all, his head being jerked upwards as the hood is ripped off with a bit of resistance.. his head falling the floor once again. His face would be battered, bloody and old scars litter his face along with on his neck, the end of a tattoo.
Dagramir would frown at this, blinking a few times as he would process the image of his prey below him. Staying in his crouched position, he would grab a hold of the man's head, tilting it upwards and speaking out with, "Who are you?"
Torturer spits some blood towards the mans face/hood.. whispering out weakly.. "The.. Torturer.."
Dagramir would not be satisfied, the blood spattering across the front of his cowl. Slowly, he would stand up straight, alleviating the pressure on the man's back. He would stand unmoving for a few moments, before letting out a loud growl as he would swing his arm first upwards, and then in a downwards motion, sending the blade of his axe for the back of the man's neck, gripping both hands onto the hilt for more power.
Torturer whispers out to himself.. "Finally.." As he sees the axe being lifted, he then closes his eyes before he axe hits into his neck deeply, it not enough to severe in one blow it being a small axe after all.. a spurt of blood going up afterwards..
The Viper, blood spattering off his face, would growl out, enraged. He would raise the axe once more, before sending another slice down for his neck.. And then another.. And another.. And another.. Blood spurting from the wound, covering the vigilante's black attire in splashes of red, until finally, the head severs from the neck, rolling off towards the door, leaving a large puddle of blood in it's wake. Slowly recomposing himself, Dagramir takes control of his breathing once more, before straightening out, his cold gaze washing over the body below him once again. Dropping the blood-drenched axe onto the floor, he would utter out a simple sentence, before exiting the house..
"That was for Tailia, you son of a bitch."
