Eorcanstan hails from the Eastfold, his family, guided by his father Theodrid of no noble descent. Enjoying the hardships of a common upbringing, Eorcanstan keeps the carefree personality he inherited early in life. Quite the helpful old man, Eorcanstan keeps himself busy by bucking barley in the Combe fields, to keep himself in shape. This hardly works and his rather large stomach is a testament to this. With questionable skill with a sword, he sometimes helps around the farm with domestic problems to gain more coin to spend or gamble away. This gambling problem is what leads to the extreme loss of coin and due to this Eorcanstan is usually forced to work more, which effectively keeps his form in shape until he decides to eat again. It is an odd lifestyle, but one that Eorcanstan enjoys without any complaints. With skills in swordsmanship, Eorcanstan is quite handy to have around and takes it upon himself to teach the younger to take after him. It is not his wish for them to become soldiers, but to defend their lands from incursion by Orc raiding parties.

A man of many winters and summers, Eorcanstan has witnessed much. His soul bears scars and injuries once inflicted now take their toll on him. One such injury, now one of great inconvinience is the loss of two fingers on his left hand, which now keeps him from holding a shield effectively. Though he carries on, his young life continues to catch up with him and leaves an empty hole where a longing for battle once sat. A more peaceful attitude keeps his old side in check, making sure that his temper is controlled, using techniques taught to him over the years. Once there was a love in Eorcanstan's life. He married under the permission of her father, who was then old and withered, and wishing for more sons. With his consent, Eorcanstan was wed to a woman from his old villiage. The marriage was well for quite some time before Eorcanstan left for a few years. There is a tale yet of a son named Eothric. He is the only son of Eorcanstan and was born in the family home in the Eastfold. Brought up on the old ideals of his father, Eothric lives somewhere in Bree-Land with his trusty steed, which he has aptly named 'Pal'. Though they seldom travel together or meet, they get along extremely well due to their similarities. However, Eothric has his mother's eyes, and his beard has no visible matches when compared to Eorcanstan's. More recently, Eorcanstan spends his time caring for two of his horses, Coriander and Elwyn. He keeps them trimmed and ready for selling, but he knows that when the time comes he'll be hard pressed to do so, since his attachment and companionship shared with his horses is quite strong, a bond between the rider and the ridden.

In many ways a veteran, but in no ways asking for any military career, Eorcanstan keeps his life simple, with no loyalties or affiliations to any groups. His life is kept interesting, however, in the simple assemblage of the bree-folk, bunched together in The Prancing Pony. He listens to their talk and the gossip they make, and he inspects the new faces that arrive and the old ones that leave.

Leader of a small band of fellows on the search for fortune and fame in Angmar, Eorcanstan kept himself stalwart and steady whilst serving with his group. There were four men, and one woman. Over the time spent in combat in Angmar, Eorcanstan was the only one to exit with his sanity intact. Keeping his helmet as a memorial to his time spent there, it's telltale blackened look and the rusted metal coating a testament to heavy signs of battle and wear. It is never on his head and it would be surprising to see it outside it's case at all. In any case, the thing never saw light after the combat in Angmar.

Eorcanstan has of recent took an interest in the comings and goings of Remis Locke, a 'treasure hunter'. Taking the position as some sort of mentor, he wishes to teach Locke like an old trainer should, and 'not like them poncy trainers down at that hall.'

Eorcanstan recently took a two month trip to find his son, who had recently gone missing due to unforeseen consequences, but eventually gave up after visiting as far north as Forochel, after marching many miles and following only the slightest of clues and run-ins on the chase by information brokers. Up north, Eorcanstan was unable to find his son amongst the barrens and so could not bring him back to the safest haven. Keeping the emotions felt on the matter bottled up within, he went to an old friend for help, who was residing in the ruins of Esteldin as a cook. He had seen Eothric once, when he stopped off to buy hardtacks for the journey he apparently had ahead of him. After further questioning, Eorcanstan traced his path through the hills and found the trail of clues he was sure to find his son at the end of. After spending countless waking nights following the trail, he found only sorrow. The broken hilt of his son's sword, and the light spattering of aged blood on the rock. It took only that to send Eorcanstan into a depressed mood and onto the streets in a drunken stupor. He returned to Bree and drank himself silly. It helped ease the mixed emotions he felt so strongly on the matter. Eventually he was able to get up and do something beneficial for himself. Remembering his promise to Locke, he waited a week to compose himself. Dyeing his clothes black in mourning, he now wears them in remembrance for his now late son.