While of simple origins, He is named perhaps above his station in honor of an unknown warrior who saved the lives of his father and mother. When they asked him his name, he merely said, "I am called Randric" (Shield Ruler/Ruler of Shields) When he asked his mother for information of the warrior, all she could say was: "He bore the garb of the Riddermark, but wielded strange and mighty weapons." She would always pause before saying: "And while fierce he was fair, being beardless. He stood tall, taller than any of their people by more than two heads, if not more... He roared battle-cries and curses in a tongue as mysterious and fair as he was himself." 

Now a young man, Randric has set out, his drive the defense of this land he loves. He considers himself simple, his only aspiration, to protect a home of his own, either hall or farm. And if it is his destiny, to raise a family along side a woman. A woman of fire and sword, yet tender of heart towards the meek. 

He has traveled far in search of his namesake. He currently has found his way to the Bree-lands. On his journey he remains watchful, and ever listening of word of this warrior to whom he owes his life.