Alairif was born in House Nordhcoll, one of the oldest families in Minas Tirith.
His father was captain of the Tower Guard, the most elite unit among the Guards of Minas Tirith.
He was trained from a young age to follow in the steps of his father. Until he came of age, he would work as his mother's apprentice in her smithy, learning to care for his weapons and armour.

For a few months, his father had been involved in an investigation regarding some anomalies within the city's treasury. Seeing as there was no telling on how deep the scheme ran, the operation was kept a secret.

The day he discovered the Steward's involvement was the last anybody would see him. He ran home, realising what danger he had put his family in, and urged his wife and his son, Alairif, to run away. They would never see him again.

They journeyed towards Bree, in search of some relatives of his mother's. Travelling along the East Road, they were ambushed by some bandits when they had nearly arrived to Bree. Thankfully, a nearby patrol rushed to the rescue, but his mother sadly did not make it.

Orphaned and in exile, Alairif took whatever odd jobs he could to make a living. Be it a helping hand in the local bakery, or transporting merchandise among the local businesses, things could have been much worse for him. On more than one occasion, he was tempted by some shady individuals with offers of quick, easy coin.

He would have ended up accepting, had it not been for Brandadam. The eccentric lore-master found him one particularly harsh winter, sleeping on the streets, and figured he could use a friend. Brandadam could use a companion in his adventures.

It was then that Alairif's story as a Guardian began. Outfitted with the only kind of equipment he could afford, he set on the life of the mercenary. His mannerisms and strong adherence to his values, fruit of his upbringing and early life, earned him the nickname of "King's Justice". He found pride in such a title.

A few years since he had set on this path, he and Brand ran into the Company of the East Road. Battling the fiercest of wraiths in the Ruins of Fornost, they ran into Wulfentharg, who had set out on a very similar quest. Impressed by their battle prowess, they were invited into the Company, and it was there that Alairif finally found his place. Among those who, while following the ways of the mercenary, still tried to lead a life of honour. Or, at least, that is what he believes...

Now that the true King of Gondor has returned, Alairif thinks of home. However, he is ashamed of what he has become, and he feels that he no longer has a place among his people.

But Alairif will never forget his heritage. Should his King ever call, his Justice will answer.