Esmeron was born on an early autumn day well into the waning years of the Third Age. He is descended from a line of blacksmiths who have long plied a respectable trade in Bree-town and its surroundings. With a strong affinity for the family craft, he spent much of his childhood under the close tutelage of his father, Esmer, a particularly skilled maker of swords. His mother, Delia, a comely woman of the countryside, imparted onto him a great fondness for song and dance. In his adolescence, he would hum softly and gaze at the horizon in wonder of the outside world, but still he would not find the nerve to venture beyond his family's homestead for years to come.

As he came of age and began making an adequate living for himself, he would occasionally hear tell of the coming darkness — folk from afar walking the streets with whispers of bad things afoot, villages burned and the like. He grew ill at ease waiting for conflict to arrive at his door, and meant to give battle to any who would threaten his homeland. Word soon reached him of a company of fighters known as The Black Steel, styling themselves the bane of all enemies of the Free Peoples. Esmeron resolved to join the ranks of these valiant companions and defend his people while whetting his appetite for adventure along the way. For the first time in his life, and with only the faintest vestige of reluctance, he would leave his beloved home to traverse the many lands afar.