Volbjorn was once a member of the Beornings, Northmen who could take the shape of bears, and dwelt in the Vales of Anduin between the Misty Mountains and Mirkwood. For a time. Like many of his kin, his childhood wa lived in the house of Grimbeorn the Old, where he learned the ways of his people. But times of joy and peace must come to an end, for the growing threat of spiders, wargs and goblins drove Volbjorn to leave the safety of Grimbeorn's home. With the council of his kin and the begrudging approval of Grimbeorn, Volbjorn set out to make a homestead of his own on the borders of Mirkwood, in hopes that he would be a first line of defense to protect the Vale and his people. For the time being, Volbjorn enjoyed this solitary life, living in the company of woodland creatures, and the occasional traveler and fellow kin. He considered himself a protector of his homestead and the lands that surround it, patrolling the borders of the forest, keeping fell beings at bay and sending harsh reminders to men who harmed the land which they walked.

This lifestyle would soon change, the reach of the growing darkness soon taking hold of his lands. Returning home from guiding a pair of merchants from Dale, Volbjorn first smelled a thick smoke. Quickly rushing to his home, he found only wreckage and ruin. Goblins wielding torches had burned the cabin to the ground, while grotesque spiders killed his woodland friends and poisoned his land. His heart sank with mourning and loss, but quickly filled with blind, primal rage. Volbjorn charged his former homestead, taking the shape a hulking brown bear. With the savagery and fury only a true beast could muster, Volbjorn stomped the spiders, and gnawed and clawed at the goblins. Volbjorn's revenge was swift and violent, but the few remaining goblins escaped, rushing into the depths of Mirkwood. Not letting this injustice stand, and filled with a grieving rage, he charged into Mirkwood to pursue the goblins, tracking their scent through the dark, thick woods.

What Volbjorn found was more than he could handle. A entire warband of goblins and spiders took roost near the fringes of the forest, waiting for the large bear to spring their trap. Overwhelmed and outnumbered in the tight quarters of the woods, the Beorning was forced to withdraw his pursuit of revenge to save his own life, lest he be killed or worse, made a salve. Volbjorn, his heart full of sorrow, fled his home and traveled west into foreign wilds. Over the years of travelling and living off of the land, he had come to think of the wilds and his teacher, his caregiver, and his true home. A mass expanse that wasn't limited by walls or fences. He had come to love the land which he walked, and vowed to continue the duty that he always carried: To protect the wilds from those who would harm it, be it men, goblin, or any other dark force. Though he yearns to return home one day, for now, he is content in his travel. and wanders wherever his feet may take him.