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Viper of Gondor

Unmasked

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Artwork: Artscreen

A depiction of Dagramir, at around the age of twenty-eight winters, having donned the garb of the Black Viper once more. It was an attire he hadn't worn in a few years now, though the leather and cloth was once again proving itself invaluable, albeit for a much different purpose now. He was still adjusting to his mask, however, as he spent these few moments enjoying the much needed fresh air. That, unfortunately, was still going to take some time yet.

Mark of the Viper

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Artwork: Painting

Branded onto Hawk's left shoulder is the image of a coiled snake, burned dark into his skin.

 

The image is the snake from Metallica's Black album, also used in the Gadsden flag.

Epistles from the 'Viper of Gondor'

Author: 

Any, and all, letters or parchments that Dagramir may write, which are genuine documents that exist within the game IC. These documents shall include a note at the bottom of each piece, stating their current whereabouts, if they are not cinder, or destroyed.

Internal Monologues: III - "The arrow in my heel."

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all.

Seems I've spent too often, in recent months, shedding tears and willingly letting my mind shatter, for what was never anything else other than a dead end. Oh, how could I be so foolish. I was better than this. I am better than this. So why am I crying right now? Where is there still tears lining my bruised cheeks.

Silver-tongued Stallion

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Artwork: Painting

A depiction of Dagramir Audun, how he would appear at around the age of twenty-seven winters. The so-called 'silver-tongued stallion' that plagued the taverns of Bree-land with his trademark smirk, and deep-hued blue eyes. His naturally pretty face plagued only by the solitary scar that manages to subtly taint him. Who knows what lies in wait for him going fowards?

Wounds of the Dead

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Wandering through the markets of Bree-town, Dagramir perused the wares with keen eyes. Scoffing at the brazen proclamations of "The best swords in all of Eriador!", and stifling back laughs at the weird and wonderful items on display of the stalls of Bree. He took in the fresh air, hands clasping comfortably behind his back as his mind would drift to memories of old.

Gotta run!

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Story

"Can't I at least get a kiss?"

Dagramir would protest as he was persuaded, half-naked, towards the ajar window of a Bree-town house. First floor. Bedroom. As to be expected. The bare, young woman whose name he had forgotten amidst the heat of passion would have only giggled, before continuing her efforts to remove him from the premises, handing him his boots and shirt that had been rapidly discarded the previous night. Rays of the dawning sun beating against the glass, illuminating the scars of his back.

Reflections of the Past

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Story

"You killed them, Dagramir. They're dead because of you. Look back at all the rotting corpses you left in your wake. You deserve to die for the things you have done. Yet you failed to even kill yourself. Do you hear their screams, 'Black Viper'? Do you?!"
 

Viper of Gondor

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Artwork: Painting

A depiction of a young Dagramir Audun, at around the age of seventeen winters: before he would have reached Bree and started his new life there, completely oblivious to the choices, and subsequent joys and tragedies, that lay waiting for him..

((Credit to Selenada for the amazing artwork; I touched the eyes up to make them more blue to fit with Dagramir's character more, but you can find the original painting below:))

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