Tivlyn was born and raised in the Locksley Boarding House, a bustling waystop nestled between Bree and the Lone-lands. Owned by her parents and managed by her mother and eldest sister, the boarding house was always buzzing with travelers, stories, and the steady rhythm of daily labor. Her father, a Constable with the Watch, served as a firm yet kind-hearted protector of the roads, a role he once hoped Tivlyn would take up.

From childhood, Tivlyn knew the value of hard work. Whether tending to guests, helping in the kitchen, chopping and hauling firewood, or lending a hand out on her uncle’s farm, she was always in motion. With a sturdy build and a natural strength, she took well to the combat training her father insisted upon, growing into a capable fighter under his careful teaching.

Though she once held great respect for the Watch, life had other plans. A chance meeting with an enterprising hobbit, Master Adso Haybank, turned into a fast friendship, and before long, Tivlyn found herself in his employ as a guard. Fiercely protective of her small friend, she stood between him and trouble more times than she could count—losing a tooth in the process. That was too much for Adso, and he was unwilling to see her risk herself further for his sake, eventually releasing her from his service. There were no hard feelings; their friendship remained as strong as ever, and Tivlyn still visits him often.

Not wishing to return to the boarding house that had grown to feel quite cramped, Tivlyn apprenticed with a weapon-smith from The Stone Quarter in Bree, drawn to the trade by its blend of strength and precision. She took on odd jobs around Bree-land until she had honed her craft enough to finally open a smithy of her own.

In recent years, tragedy has carved deep wounds in her spirit. The once-large Locksley family has dwindled, and with it, the boarding house that was the heart of her childhood is no more, closed and sold. Though grief weighs heavy on her shoulders, Tivlyn carries it with quiet strength, believing those she’s lost wouldn't want her to wallow in grief, but would wish for her to keep moving forward.

She does just that, one step at a time, axe in hand, smile at the ready. Yet, she is not as naive as she once was. Experience has sharpened her view of the world, and she no longer believes that all who wear the mantle of lawkeeping are as noble as her father was. Even so, she holds fast to the lessons he taught her: stand strong, work hard, and protect those who cannot protect themselves.