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A black haired and black eyed man of considerable height and physical strength, Valten is well groomed, and clearly strives to project a calm and professional appearance.
He does have strongly developed canines, and tends to speak, while in polite mode, without showing them.

I am a mercenary, I provide violence to those who offer something in return. Which means I am not doing such things for free, or for no reason, let alone engage in random displays of it.

Lethal Violence in particular is serious business, I am not starting it for unserious reasons, non lethal bar brawls are something else and just reasonable recreational activity.

If I, freely and without compulsion, give my word to another being my word binds me. Lying and feinting in combat are completely different

Merit tends to be independent of origin, only a fool would disregard possible support or allies just because of its provenance, or underestimate a foe just because that foe is a Kobold or Goblin.

A tightly knit group fighting as a team can often defeat numerically superior foes, if I join or found a group, I shall fight for it to the best of my abilities.

War is frequently just business, nothing personal. I tend to accept both surrenders and ransom offers

Behold! The New blooooood rrrruuuuummmmbbbbbllleeee!
The announcer shouts in his magically amplified voice

Here, you know her, you see her, you HAAAATTTTTTEEEE her, coming from the noble district and thus gracing us with her presence, Ellessaria the radiant!

And her foe today, Valten the bug biter! Who has as little memories as he has chances! Who will prevails in this clash between a hidebound party brainless Barbarians and a noble knightess! But we all love him for his little reverse play on that Giant spider last thursday! Lets find out!

the combatants, a knightess in full plate, he stunning blond hair waving behind her, and a, not neccessarily unattractive but rather rough looking man with black hair, entered the field

Like, seriously, you bite one f%+$ing giant spider because your arms were ensnared in that effing web, and your the bug-biter forever. F$@% my lovelife the man says loudly, his sarcastic but unlucky mercenary persona resonating well with the crowd

SQUEEL BENEATH MY HEEL VILE NON NOBLE MALE! AND YOU COMMONERS SHOULD ONLY EAT BUGS! MEAT IS TOO GOOD FOR YOU throwing a number of piruettes that should not be plausible in full plate, the female knightess advances, to the many jeers and boos of the explicitly non noble crowd
Have I told you that I hate losing? the female whispered as their blades clashed
I understand you get paid quite well for throwing this one
the male answered in a whisper, while also shouting
FACE THE WROTH OF THE WORKING CLASSES! YOU HIGHBORN NINCOMPOOP! The man shouts, as the crowd cheers him on

What in the Abyss is a nincompoop anyway the female asked, in a whispered tone while slashing at the man in an angle that would obliberate his hopes of ever siring children, had the blow hit

F&#% me if I know, I dont write my own scripts
the man answers, in the same whisper, as he dodges narrowly

The whole message cantrip thing is pretty nice though. You can do your hair dirty trick thing in 3,2,1he continues whipsering.
As if on command, she twists, her long blond hair somehow wrapping around the face of her opponent, blinding him momentarily, a moment she uses to trip and disarm him with a series of blows.

I can take some hits comes the messaged whisper from the male fighter

I was hoping youd say that the female replies as she rains down barely pulled hammerblows on the males armor

Your bloodrage is when? She inquires through the link

BLOOD AND GLORY!
in lieu of an answer, the man shouts as his eyes turn pitch black, ignoring another blow as he stands up, slashing his foe with claws and fangs, the impacts on the lady knights plate armor sending almost accoustic shockwaves.

F!%#ing hell is your armor enchanted to be really loud?He inquires over the cacophony
Sure is, its not very fun to be hit while wearing it. Fairly lightweight though.
she whispers through the message link

Keep hitting back, my endurance in that state is bonkers, where is the arena wall with padding? the male, frothing at the mouth in a display of savagery, politely asks through the messaged link, as the female knight gets her bearing and counterattacks
Right behind me, give me a moment, now The woman replies through the link as she shouts
VILE DEMONIC SCUM! FACE THE WROTH OF THE RIGHTEOUS In a very cliche heroic monolouge, the kind of writing that gets you laughed off stage in any self respecting theatre.
With a crunch, the male impacts upon the lady knight, bullrushing her into the arenas border where....

In an actually surprising development, they both burst through
Which f*#+ing idiot skimped on maintenance? the man whispers as the tumble into the darkness of what seems to be an unused storage area
BOTH FIGHTERS ARE OUT OF BOUNDS! ITS A DRAW! HOW UNEXPECTED! The announcer shrieks

Probably the "anything but an idiot" who bet a bunch of money on a draw he hears a whispered answer as the female knightess tries to break free from under him
Does your "anything but an idiot" pay well? I may need a new patron the man inquires
I will introduce you, you are reasonable enough, is your supposed amnesia real or a gag? he hears her ask
Real, and seems to be physical, I dont ping on detect enchantment etc.
He answers

Dinner? He adds as he exists his rage and stands up
Eh, why not, noone recognizes me without my wig anyway but your paying she answers through the whisper while shouting
UNHAND ME YOU CURR! She shrieks, for some more effect, as the whisper to each other
Your lustrous, trademarked and incredibly well maintained hair is a wig? he asks through the link
A really expensive one, Rusalka hair. If it wasnt a wig, I wouldnt use it as an improvised blindfold against people with your level of neck muscles.That would be stupid. she replies with a grin
Reasonable
he grins himself

Level 2: Bloodrager
Level 3: Bloodrager
Level 4: Bloodrager gains spell casting, autoenlarges upon raging
At some plot relevant point:
Warsighted Oracle (curse: Possessed) of probably battle.