Simaer hails from Edoras in the land of Rohan, He lived in a small hut with his parents and his younger sister. His mother was a housewife, and his father provided for the family by serving in Rohan's army. Growing up fighting with other boy's of his age and learning the arts amd tactic's of war, Simaer became am accomplished rider and fighter and so followed his father into Rohan's army.

Known to be cool headed and calm with a good sense of humour, However he is known to be a little hot headed if upset or dis-respected. Simaer found it very easy to make friends, though he would only trust a few.

Until recently Simaer had been staying at the barracks performing his usual routine of training, patrol, and then the tavern, a pretty simple life he had for himself. The week's past and nothing out of the ordinary happened, apart from the odd brawl in the tavern, until one day early in the morning his life ceased to be simple, no simple life now..., not now the order's had come "We march north to Eregion!"