Berecht Fletchman was born of Bree-Land. He stands approximatley 5 Feet and 11 inches, with deep brown eyes, and dark, thick, shoulder length hair. He is a broad
example of a man, and has lived in Bree Land his entire life. scarsley leaving the
hamlet of Combe and its surrounding area.

He is a hunter and tracker both, skilled in the ways of the wood, and adapt at reading the trails of animals and people, unseen by most. Often seen as odd, Berecht spent most of his younger days in the Chetwood, preferring solitary peacefulness over the company of others, at times, even his Family. This extensive period of antisocialness took its toll on the lads social skills, as he was oft referred to as 'Crude' or 'Ill mannered', but, this was just his way, for he had understood no other. At the age of 14, a wolf attack claimed the life of his Mother, Father and only other sibling, his Sister, Larissa. Seemingly unshaken on the outside, Berecht continued his life in his families cabin, just off the edge of the Chetwood, but, unseen by the community, the boy was fueled by a deep rage... Sneaking off one night to Staddle, he stole a pitchfork from one of the local farms, before doubleing back round, and making for the Chetwood...

The Constables had been quite unable to track down the Wolves that had savaged his family, or, they simply were to affraid to do so.. So Berecht saught vengeance himself.. Creeping slowly towards a small den of Wolves, the young lad observed the beasts, waiting for the majority of the pack to fall unto sleep, before making his move... He hurled the pitchfork into the wolf closest to him, skewering the dread hound to the floor where it lay, then he charged with a mighty yell, and tried to yank the polearm from the corpse.. The handle snapped... Weilding little but a sharp stick, the boy managed to slay yet another wolf, before a third member of the pack seized his left for arm, and ragged him into the dirt. Then the other 4 or so pack members emerged from there hollows and crevases. It seemed to all be over, he had met his apportioned fate... Or so it seemed.

Little did he know, he himself was being tracked, since Staddle, by a female Elf, by the name Lulothreth. She had seen the curious actions of the lad, and decided to follow him, to uncover his intentions.. Perched in a tree she observed carefully, knocking an arrow, waiting for her time to strike... She waited until the packs Alpha Male emerged, ready to make the killing blow... The battered and injured child looked up, staring deep into the Wolf's eyes, they were cold, black and unforgiving... Then all of a sudden, an odd noise, unheard to the child before came from the tree line, and a screaming in the air, as an arrow zipped over his head, and with an audiable crunch, penetrated the Wolf's cranium, and lodged itself in its brain. The wolf dropped.. He heard a soft, melodical, yet loud voice yell "Run"! He did just that, and raced for the tree line in the opposite direction, as the wolves went beserk. A shadowy, hooded figure lept from the tree's, bow in hand, knocking another arrow before she touched down.Arrow after arrow she let loose, all followed by a yelp, as another wolf was smitten to the ground.

All except one, that had persued the boy, having tasted his flesh, it was driven by his blood. He kept running, but it was no use, he had cornered himself against a sheer cliff... It was then the boy looked down, and saw a corpse on the floor, a couple of metres away. He could hear the hard panting of the persuing Wolf, and hoped that this was an act of fate. He rolled the body over, the smell was almost unbearable, but on its belt, was a small dagger. Taking it from it sheath, in his right hand, he held the dagger before him, and waited for the wolf to come.. As brave as his actions were, it was no use, the Wolf had scaled a boulder, and was now watching from above.. With a mighty leap, it pounced on him, and sunk its teeth into his right arm this time shaking its maw ferociously, tearing flesh and sending the dagger flying.

Already in pursuit, hoping to save the boy, Lulothreth had headed in the right direction, and was able to pinpoint the childs location after his screams echoed through the night, as the wolf mauled his arm. Darting round the corner, there was a breif metallic 'shink' as she drew her blade and leapt at the wolf lunging with her blade.. The attack ceased, and as she withdrew her blade, she kicked the wolf's corpse from the injured teenager, and too one knee at his side. "Attolma i menelessie nai airitainiéva esselya. Nai ardalya tuluva". Then darkness took hold of him...

He awoke, the following eve, being tended in the Combe and Wattle in, by miss Honeymead. She was a kind woman, and a friend of his fathers. Gentley, she eased the boy down onto the straw matress beneath him. "Rest, my son, you are injured.. You must rest". Laying her soothing hands on his for head, she calmed the boy, and he fell back into a slumber for several more hours. By this point, his fever had run its course, and strength was returning to him.Several months passed before the boy was back to his usual self, but, something was different... Aside the scars, he had become more.. Sociable, and tried to become more of an active member of the community... It was decided amongst the constables, the boy was rewarded for his actions, and after a week or so, a woodworker from Bree-Town arrived, with a bundle of linen, and handed it to Constable Wren. She presented him with a Bow, and a small quiver of arrows. From that day forth, he never let it leave his side..

By the age of 21, some 7 years later, he had become quite the marksman, and oft supplied the town with Rabbits, Squirrels, even the occasional Deer or Boar, especially to those less able to buy food from the markets. He gave generously, and asked for nothing in return, offering only a broad smile, and a bow of his head to those he gave unto. No one knows why he does this, many suspect it was Liz's doing, when she showed charity to him, it rubbed off. But, in his eyes, many could see he longed for something more... He wanted to leave, but, could not find it in his heart to do so.. Many suspected he wanted to search for his saviour, the mysterious hooded Elf woman who had carried from the forest that night.