Morhan grew up in a small village on the southern edge of the mostly uninhabited plains of East Emnet in Rohan. Life was simple, and Morhan was content with that. Then, one summer, it all changed. Morhan - who had just barely reached adulthood - and his father were travelling to the city of Aldburg to purchase some rarer supplies not available closer to their home village. On the way, they happened upon a traveler beset by a group of brigands, fighting for his life. Not pausing to think, Morhan grabbed a craftsman's axe from the cart and rushed to the man's aid, managing to strike one of the brigands on the arm before another knocked him out with a wooden club. However, his interference was enough of a distraction that the traveler was able to overcome the ruffians, a feat explained when it turned out he was a soldier: an aide to a marshall of the Rohirrim. The soldier was so impressed by Morhan's courage and spirit, that he offered to take him under his wing in the military; a proposition Morhan's father embraced full-heartedly, as such prestige could bring a lot of wealth to the family. Morhan, however, was less than excited. Being such a free spirit, he did not wish to confine himself in the rigid structure of a soldier's life. This resulted in a great deal of friction between him and his family, as they tried to persuade him to agree. When the persuasion turned into threats of his father disowning him, something inside Morhan snapped. He looked at his father calmly, said "Fine. Disown me, then", gathered his meagre belongings and walked out of the house. For many years since then, he led the life of a wanderer, occasionally staying in one place long enough to learn some new skills and tricks from whomever has agreed to tutor him; An old mercenary taught him to wield blades more effectively, while a dwarven smith living in a town of Men showed him how to maintain and forge them. Many adventures, fights, wins and losses later, having traveled across most of Rohan and a good part of Gondor, Morhan found himself wanting to see even further lands. After a little bit of research on the features and affairs of different foreign lands, he set his course towards northwest. And now, roughly fifteen years after departing from his home, Morhan has arrived in Eriador and it looks like he will be staying for quite a while... With the help of Briac and assorted other valiant heroes, he has already dealt many stinging blows to the multitude of evils besetting the land. But there is still much more to do... When Morhan is not out and about fighting the Enemy, he can usually be found in the city of Bree nursing his cuts and bruises by enjoying copious amounts of ale in the Prancing Pony, gathering supplies for his next excursion, or by the mighty forges of Thorin's Hall, honing his skills with hammer and anvil and creating more instruments for driving back the shadow looming over Middle-Earth. Although many runaway youths soon return home after learning that the road is a harsher mistress than they thought, Morhan has never regretted his abrupt decision to leave. One thing in particular contributes to this, apart from plain old wanderlust; A spark of goodness that he has always carried within him, which drives him ever forward to help those in need. But Morhan is no zealot. He knows he is but one man who cannot change the world, and is content with doing what he can, when he can.