Mahin is the only son of a Rohirrim warrior and a Dunlending wise woman, who fled their homelands to avoid incoming strife, years ago. Settled in Bree-land they raised the son in an unique mix of three cultures, one that made him one of the few cynical romantics roaming Arda.

His life might have been unremarkable, if not for a band of brigands that turned all his plans upside down.

Mahin spent the last few years honing his skills employed as a mercenary, doing mostly morally grey work, helping those in need for a decent pay and making sure that unscrupulous merchants got their overpriced goods where they were needed. Even though he cared mostly for alcohol and whores, there was a line he wouldn't cross - mainly, harming innocent bystanders.

Still, that was not enough for him, as his soul craved for something else.

After having met Shemkel Mornheneb, who saw the warden's raw potential, Mahin joined the Wyld Hunt, where he was quickly able to reshape himself into something more.

Not without help of a certain Dunlending wildling, of course.

Mahin's fighting style is somewhat unique, for he avoids heavier armour, instead counting on superior balance and mobility. Moreover, he fights dirty and is not afraid to partially take the incoming hit on his shoulderguard or chainmail, in order to be able to deal a killing blow.

He's also not shy of dealing a swift kick below the waist or charging in with his shield, abandoning the spear in favour of finishing the fight close quarters, with one of his blades. His enemies often find themselves taunted, having to remove sand from their eyes, led into disadvantageous terrain or position and so on. While not being a superior warrior per se, Mahin learned to use every trick possible.