Born in Stonehieght, to parents who soon abandoned him as a baby, Hithram was taken in by a family of local merchants. He was raised quite well, food always on the table. A bed, his own room! They even hired a tutor, so that Hithram can learn numbers, and how to read and write.

Though his foster parents made sure to set him apart from his foster brothers, who were meant to inherit the family fortune and business. This didn't bother Hithram, not much. As a boy, he never cared for coin, nor fame truly. Hithram was more or less an adventurous soul, and when he came of age, he abandoned his foster family to find his true parents.

Living on the road, with no money, or clothes, Hithram quickly had to adapt, or die. So he started learning how to trap small animals. Animals he hunted, he traded with passing folk, for a pot, skin of water, and a proper pair of boots meant for travel. He also had not real idea where his parents were, only that he still bore their surname, Mudd.

Hithram began to use a sling, and bore a pouch of river-stones. This way he hunted at a greater distance, and crushed the bones of the animals that he hunted. Hr grew so lucky that he even managed to take down a bear, by cracking it's skull. The bear still was alive, but Hithram stabbed the bear with a long wooden spear until it was finally dead. 

In the process of skinning the bear, though, he was set upon by a band of brigands, who figured he would probably have a fat ransom.Binding his hands, they forced Hithram to march back toward Stonehieght. About half-way on their journey, though, Hithram managed to steal mushrooms, which made him horribly sick in the past. He crushed them up, and managed to slip it into the flagon of wine the brigands shared.

One by one, the brigands began to keel over, clutching their stomachs as brown liquid squirted between their legs. Hithram seized the moment to steal a dagger from one of his captors boots, unbind himself, and proceed to slit their throats while they writhed in pain.

He left their bodies their, in their bloody brown puddles. But he took their coin and their weapons. He sold the weapons to a passing Dwarf caravan, and in exhange got a finely crafted longbow, which the Dwarf claimed was too good for Hithram, but let it go either way. Years past by, and Hithram trained, over, and over, hunting with only his longbow. 

He lived in the wilds for a long, long time. He became a rather proficient hunter, though he refused to pay the tax for hunting on the territory ruled by either the Dwarves or the men of Stonehieght. He soon became the most notorious poacher in the North Downs, and quickly dispatched of his competition with an arrow. He never truly sought out to fight, or cause issues. But when he did, he made sure that his foe first was with his pants down, sometimes quite literally. 

He wound up recruiting other aspiring poachers and hunters, and formed his own gang that hunted the wilds of the North Downs. He and his crew would take down, bears, boars and aurochs. And they made quite a bit of coin, too. Business was thriving and Hithram was at peace. He cornered the market, and had nearly no real competition for a while.

One of the folks in his gang, however, decided to frame Hithram. He felt that the gang could have so much more power and sway in the North Downs, and that their talents were wasted by mere hunting. So he made it look that Hithram, stole from the gang and was immediatly cast out.

They hunted him down, for a time, though they never managed to catch him. He was the hunter they wanted to be.

Hithram though, was in a rage. He lost his coin, and his gang. So he went to one of the patrol stations of the Greenway Guard, and traded information on the Gangs Hideout, for a flagon of wine. The Greenway Guard quickly gathered themselves, and went to arrest the lot of the poachers, leaving Hithram to be the lone hunter once again.

This soon went under, though. Orcs from the North invaded the North Downs, and struck a harsh blow on Stonehieght, laying waste to the city and killing just many of the people. Hithram heard that there were survivors, though he did not care to stay in the North Downs. It no longer was a long you can hunt in peace in. He slew orcs, here and there. On his way south to Trestlebridge. There, the guard took his coin, and whatever skins and furs he still had, leaving him with nothing but his longbow and his axe. Bitter, and penniless, Hithram made his way south to Bree, where his future is uncertain.