The son of minor nobility in Dol Amroth, Gaerbronwe grew up resenting the games of those with clout.  Headstrong and stubborn like his father, the boy excelled in driving his family mad with his constant disobedience and lust for attention, positive or otherwise.  While his brothers trained under the guidance of their father, a seasoned Swan Knight, Gaerbronwe spent much of his young life indoors avoiding responsibility.

 Due to numerous childhood illnesses, the boy witnessed much of the political intrigue that riddled his family.  He soon learned that lies and influence were a shield he could wield while navigating treachery and corruption. In many ways, Gaerbronwe became as an adult, what he had despised growing up.  By the time he was twenty, he knew the world around him was built on deception and obfuscation. 

Hungry for something with meaning, he struggled to understand the world of honor and valor.  He trained in private, learning swordsmanship and mounted combat.  Gaerbronwe spent the next three years honing this secret skill set while maintaining the appearance of a useful idiot in court.

Upon the death of his father – a mysterious occurrence in itself, Gaerbronwe was recalled home to attend to his family’s estate.   Outnumbered by his younger brothers and greedy family members, he tried to buy time in his search for justice.  Gaerbronwe seduced the three daughters of his father’s worst enemy as a means of uncovering truth.  This task was misunderstood by his family who only saw the action as lustful and typical of their immoral and immature sibling.   As the wheel turned to oust Gaerbronwe from his rightful inheritance, he concluded his seductions before faking his death in dramatic fashion.  Unable to find his father’s killer and disgusted by those around him, he left with almost nothing.

Over the next few years, he dabbled in petty crimes and con jobs.  Smart enough not to get caught by simple folk, his ego swelled into hubris.  He changed his name, his appearance, even the accent in which he spoke.  For a time, this game entertained him.  He didn’t find any value nor grace in who he had become, yet nothing propelled him to change.  Unfortunately for Gaerbronwe, his last seduction had crossed the wrong husband.  The scoundrel was ambushed by professionals and taken to rot in a jail cell in Trestlebridge.

Hungry for freedom, the rogue was unprepared for the depths of another man’s vengeance.  Accused of a litany of false crimes, it would be a year and a half before Gaerbronwe would taste fresh night air.  This taste would grow sour as he realized he was being led to the gallows to hang as a common criminal.

Standing there about to face his end, Gaerbronwe barely registered the hot stream of blood that slashed across his face as his captor felt the end of an orcish spear.   Wide-eyed and acting on impulse, the rogue dropped to the ground as citizens around town reacted in alarm to the war party of orcs and beasts.  In the chaos, he managed to free himself.  Unarmed he moved through the crowd of people, eager to distance himself from what seemed like a massacre. 

As he turned the corner of a street he spotted a crew of orcs tormenting a wounded knight and the squire attending him.   They taunted the unarmored boy to fight back and drew close to finish what they had started.  Gaerbronwe felt the itch of courage, calling him to help.  Yet the sense of new found freedom was powerful.  Conflicted, the conman bowed his head and hid as the screams of both men echoed down the stone until they were sharply silenced.  When the coast was clear, Gaerbronwe came out of hiding and disguised himself in the clothing of the squire.  Realizing that armor might reveal himself to the lingering orcs, he grabbed the knight’s sword and took off towards Bree.