Raised in Bree for as long as she can remember, Acraen was brought up by her mother and father, and from a young age she took great interest in the weapons, armour and skill that the travellers had. She was taken under the wing of a scholar, who attempted to train her with his extensive knowledge experience in the arts of history. Taking no interest, Acraen instead slacked off when she could, running off to find warriors to pester. At a slightly older age, she started playing with the wooden practice swords left on the sword stands and it was not long before she started to fight with the other children, playing with the swords. This soon became her sole hobby in life, playing with the wooden swords. Although they got into trouble for stealing the swords, the guards dismissed it as childish fun. At the age of seventeen, her friends had grown a little, now seeing the playfights as immature and barbarian. Still, Acraen carried on, but by this time she had accquired a much better sword. No longer playing with little sticks of wood, Acraen set out with her weapon, practicing when she could. A few years later, she pulled some strings to get into a local militia, where she travelled far across the land, fighting evil wherever it dared to set foot. Her skills were normal for someone self-trained, but her style was fast and refined, and she was respected for her speed and the accuracy she demonstrated. A few years later, the militia was travelling up to Trestlebridge, having heard urgent summons for manpower to help hold off a dark tide, far to the north of Bree. Coming across quite a large Orc encampment, she and her army took positions up outside the city, ready to fight off any attackers. Soon, day after day, the company grew weary and restless, there had been no sign of this looming threat to Trestlebridge, and soon they became careless. Watches started to sleep on shifts, fights started to break out, and not before long, men and women started to leave. A month later, on a cold night, it was found out that the Orcs had somehow crept past the watch undetected and were able to surprise the company. Acraen was woken by one of her friends and was rushed to the aid of the defense. Hours later, the battle aught but over, the embattled defenders pushed their way to the middle of the camp, where a shield wall was hastily formed. Orcs came from the sides, being smashed upon shields and jabbed by sharp spears, and not before long, the Orcs saw no other reason to kill without losing their army. They ran for the hills, shrieking and letting off harsh curses. The men and women of the militia, now weak and crippled, set off in every direction, with no reason to fight. Now without fortune or wealth, or knowledge of where her family is, Acraen seeks to make money by using her already accquired skills. Found traversing local forests and scavenging goblin camps for loot, Acraen spends her time in the Pony with whatever company she meets, or is usually out on jobs.