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R’nir was born with his people, the Heartlanders, in the city of Suffonia, and is an only child. His mother, Alys, was a fair women, and his father, Borin, a skilled fighter. His father was indeed great with a blade and bow, those were his specialty, which would soon be the same for R’nir. Borin would teach his son the proper grip and stance for mastering the bow, and the elegant forms of the sword. Being such a great blade and marksmen, R’nir’s father was in the service of House Suffolk and did many assassinations and other dirty deeds. R’nir would grow up around the urban life, tall walls and a bustling environment of people. Sense R’nir is a Heartlander, education was plentiful and he enjoyed reading literature after lessons for hours on end. Friends were of no concern for him, only knowledge, understanding, and adventure, friends would only slow him down. The only true friend he had, was his father.

R’nir takes after his father in almost every way, his cocky nature would always get him into trouble with the local law, but his father had it good with House Suffolk, so he got away. Alys sadly passed about ten years into R’nir’s life, hurting him greatly for many a year to come, his father seemed to be loosing his way after she died. At the age of 21, he would almost surpass his father in technique and form, despite Borin being rather torn. The Elves were also common among the city of Suffonia as well as Heartlanders, a group of Dark Elf mobsters had taken a beating from the services to House Suffonia, by R’nir’s father. Borin would shortly die three years after the elves had lost too many members, R’nir was now officially fatherless and motherless. Doomed to a life of lonesome, only to call the towering walls his friends. An inescapable urge ran through his body after Borin’s funeral, he then raged his way into the den, that belonged to the Dark Elf killers. R’nir would slay each and every one of them in a furry of hate, his morality had gone and his life seemed to be at an all time low from which he would seem to never recover. He abandoned the Gods, (from which he did not partake in regularly anyways), and went out of Suffonia, in hope of finding a new purpose to his life. R’nir would be a foreigner to most lands not considered to be Human, for the lands were all but unknown to him. “The Wanderer” would be a befitting title, for which he was indeed alone in the expansive world. For four more years, he would stride across the land, taking a mercenary job here and there, getting by with what he had left, a bow and his sword.

Present day, his desire for loneliness has subsided to a small degree. R’nir has made a very small fortune in his work, only a few coins to spare after his latest visit to a local blacksmith. Many a time, have House Suffonia have reached out and tried to ask for his services, he politely declined, the memory of his father would be too fierce.