~~ Under the shadow of Minas Anor, I was given the name Felanam and was the only son of Felamir, a commoner. My mother left her body three days after I took birth. My Father never said anything to suggest that he blamed me for her demise, but I have the guilty scars laid bare within me still. He travelled middle earth scraping a living and the few occasions I was with him when he did return to Gondor I saw his heart was kind and loving towards me. His work sent him to many places and dangers, of course at that time I had no idea that he was a hired hand to the highest bidder. I learnt very early that man must do what must be to survive. The world of Men has weakened due to many rivalries and petty jealousies have been aroused among our race.
  My Childhood was considered peaceful given to me by a kind elderly couple who looked after me when my Father was away and taught me the skills of life that they knew would be useful for me. Then the day came in my thirteenth year the news that I had long expected, Felamir of Gondor was no more and I, Felanam became the last of a line of suffering and desperate men, men that knew not how to live but who knew the art of extinguishing the very life of those that did.
 In my twentieth year I finally met love, unaccustomed to its embrace I failed to share the innocence that was bestowed upon me in the form of that woman’s mercy. I took to drinking and whoring following in my forefather’s steps shrouded in the inevitable destiny, she tolerated me for five years. The sudden illness and demise of that woman left me plunging deeper into the abyss of melancholy and self-destruction. It was time to leave.
For years I roamed the wastes, seeking solitude and finding the self within the carcass that was my body. Putting the past beyond reach I came to the west to gather my fortune………….