Audun

"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?!"
 

A breath.

One single, raspy breath. Something Dagramir never thought he would feel the sensation of ever again. Air penetrated through the dust and ash that covered his face and occupied his mouth, his head wretched upwards as he attempted to cough out whatever residue remained in him. Taking a few moments to stare upwards through the cracks in the rubble that covered his body, he saw something he never thought he would see again either. A bright blue sky. White clouds drifting across his view. Was this heaven? He was not sure, though he certainly felt like hell.

The flames licked higher and higher through his home, a searing heat arose from it all, embers burning at his eyes, but the lone, dark-clad man who stood in the center of the hall, stood fast. He would not have appeared to move, as the burning whirlwind whipped closer to him, nor did he seem that bit fussed. Dagramir stood, encircled by a rising wall of fire, one that he could not have even hoped to have escaped..

But that was never his intention.

The Viper sat above Bree. Much like he always does. His legs swinging from the rooftop he sat upon, his eyes scanning across the skyline of the town. Yet, somehow, unlike any other day where he would waste away simply watching the world around him, he felt incomplete. He sat there, in simple thought. And he had a lot to think about.

(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.

It had been a slow, boring night for Dagramir, the only fight he had gotten into ended with his opponents running away, so he had had little time to have fun that day. He had been wandering idly around Bree, his eyes scanning the ground, searching for spare arrowheads, as usual, when he had literally bumped into Tailia. Much to her dismay, of course, as he had his mask on, and she hadn't recognized him. Although as soon as he lifted his mask, they soon found themselves lost in each other's embrace once more.