Bumber Tumber hails from Erebor, a true dwarven warrior in his prime.

He has seen much battle, partaking in many dwarven skirmishes that have turned the tide of the war effort in the east. His physical wounds are less grevious than those sustained to his mind, often watching over battles from afar and contributing to the war effort with his bow and arrow and his booming war cries.

Freshly transfered westward to Gondamon, Bumber stood guard at it's gates to repel any rabble of goblins that set foot anywhere near the walls of the outpost. He has watched his brothers fall one by one to violent and bloody ends, yet Bumber always stood with his bow and arrow to ensure that such dark events never bled into the borders of Thorin's Hall. With a keen mind and rapt intelligence, Bumber also show's interest in the more intellectual sides of conflict such as politics and planning, with efficiency in combat being a seperate talent.

With a short tolerance for fools, Bumber strives to use his time as productivly as possible, with little love for being drunk or behaving foolishly, which sets him aside for the common dwarf. Instead of clouding his thoughts with ale, he works them away at Thorin's Hall, crafting weapons for aspiring warrior's free of charge. His temper is short, his mannerisms somewhat blunt, but his intentions are always positive and his honor is just.