His father was a warrior type, Bradien is unsure of where he was from, same goes for his mother who whored at a brothel in return for ale. He was dumped on a doorstep in Bree, the home of a blacksmith, who took him in out of pity. When Bradien was only seven the man told him of his heritage... or atleast what the man had heard he told. Heart broken that he didn't belong to anyone Brad ran off to Beggar's Alley. A hard place to grow up, as he had to fight for his food, and defend everything his owned. He grew to love this young girl, she was beautiful, and about his age. As they became friends he promised he would keep her safe, but one day he was unable to... She was taken off to be sold to men for a fair price... He vowed from that point on that the next girl he loved he would protect if it meant giving up his own life for her. 

Years past, and he grew strong as he trained with the old blacksmith. He learned his way around a forge as well as a battlefield. The old man gave him a sword that took him years to forge. Brad still uses it to this day, and finds it lucky.

It is possible that one could call him overly-confident in just about everyway. On the outside his scar is oft distorted by his arrogant smirk, and he talks confidently, his voice rolling out like soft thunder. His eyes show no fear, and his words the same. However, many people find his behavior reckless Bradien knows his limits... He wouldn't walk up to just anyone and pick a fight. He would wait to see if he had even a chance of winning before turning into an ass.

Though he had become a well known blacksmith, and was praised for his works with metal, he has recently joined a group an old friend of his made. The occasional bruise of cut can be seen on his features once more. However, he's still calm and much quieter even with his rowdy friend at his side.