Dagthirn grew in Gondor, Minas Tirith. He was enthusiastic about fighting, learning from a very young age, and came up with rather odd ideas about how things should be done. Everything was seen as a challange to overcome for him. As his mother had died giving birth to him, he was growing up with his competetive Father and boisterous  Brother, with no Female influence. As of this, he was a very rough child, and got into mounds of trouble often. Dagthirn never knew when a joke stopped and hurting people began, and went on like this untill he was fifteen, getting into more and more trouble with his older brother, untill everything changed.

Dagthirns' father had been killed - leading an unautherised charge on the gates of Minas Morgul... that never even got near. Luck was not kind, and Dagthirn was soon on the street wth his brother. Not a week went by before Dagthirn was left alone, after a long fight with his brother. Dagthirn had decided to take matters into his own hands, and stolen from the local shops. His Brother had been livid, screaming to Dagthirn about how he was a disgrace to the family... and then, he'd left. Dagthirn was soon riding a stolen horse for Rohan, packed down with stolen goods. He arrived a few days before his sixteenth birthday. Seeking out hs cousins, who he only vaguely knew, and found refuge with them. Dagthirn and his cousin Dragarr were of similar age, and got on like a house on fire. Both were arrogant, competetive, and looking for trouble... and together, they found more than ever. 

In two years, on Dagthirn's eighteenth Birthday, They were off- Joining two Elves and a Dwarf. By then, there was a third in their small gang - Freyra, Dagthirn's girlfriend. Their fellowship of Six set out- riding around Middle Eath, helping  wherever villages were struggling from threats of any kind... but Dagthirn was always doing something on the side. Despite being young, at eighteen, he was running a small, travelling shop with Freyra, who was sixteen. Of course, the goods were all stolen, but he saw them as fair game... If a guard dies, what's wrong with taking his valuables, he can't use them now, can he?

One day, He was confronted... the Elves had caught on, and, with  the unwilling aid of the Dwarf -"Why can't we just knock him down and take him to justice", was his veiw-  came to persuade him to give up his evil ways. He refused, and when they threataned to tell the guard, he pulled a knife and drove it into the heart of one  Elf. His brother, Gorevor, retaliated quickly, and, although Dagthirn dodged with great speed, left a deep cut on Dagthirn's face. As Gorevor knelt down, desperatly trying to save his Brother, Freyra rushed to Dagthirn's aid, pulling him away as Dragarr lept onto the Dwarf, Axalin, to cover their escape. Dragarr fled shortly after wrestling Axalin to the ground, joining Freyra and Dagthirn once more...

Ever since that day, Freyra and Dagthirn have been together... Dagthirn's little 'buisness' is still continuing, and, loosing Dragarr in the effort, has eliminated Gorevor... But for this madman, it was worth it.

 He takes a bitter disslike in most folk, but has seemed to target poor Threland and his friends. He constantly enjoys causing this bunch misery, and robbing them of what coin he can, without making them angry enough to consider retaliating... so far. Strangely though, he still hands out apples to enemies such as Threland. However, one who knows him will see it as obvios that it will not end well if the madman doesn't like you.

The rest of this bloody tale is yet to be told...

Notes:

Dagthirn is very unstable. His mood swings around faster than many people can keep up with. One minuite he'll pin you to the wall and cut fingers off untill you hand him money, next he will offer you an apple and kindly ask for a 'loan'.

If you look to apologise to the odd chracter, wait untill he is handing Threland apples, unless you want trouble.