Filip was born in a small village situated at the outskirts of Eriador, where the wild areas were quite near human settlements. Following his mother’s early demise—a herbalist—he was brought up by his stern woodcutter father, instilling in him self-restraint and toughness from a very tender age. Living amid dense forests, Filip spent his days in the wild, learning to protect himself from wild animals like wolves, mostly by using his hands.
Not being a very flexible individual, Filip gained incredible stamina and toughness, thus surviving encounters that would otherwise have ended for other people. He soon came to be viewed as a person with a high tolerance level. Despite an uncompromising childhood, he managed to keep a cool head and was quite intelligent.
Upon the passing away of his father, he departed his homeland and proceeded towards the southern parts, traveling through regions such as Bree. The journey made him even tougher. Now he roams across Middle-earth in search of a purpose. Even though he may appear frightening, Filip is really a very reliable and persistent person.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Filip hesitates at the entrance, his imposing presence momentarily obscuring the light of the candle as he dips his head to pass through the doorway. The man looks the aged figure silently for a moment before he draws out the chair and takes his seat, making the old wood crackle with each movement he makes. "From the north," he states calmly, running his dirt-clad hands across his pants.
"I grew up close to the wilderness... near enough to hear more of the beasts than the men." Filip says softly, tightening and releasing his fists in turn as he rests his forearms upon his knees. "I learned how to endure them… with iron, and without." The man lets out a quiet breath as he leans back in the creaking wooden chair.
"What should become of me?" he murmurs quietly, his lips curling slightly at the inquiry. He adjusts himself, looking momentarily towards the open door before he replies with, "A place that I won’t always have to prove I'm capable of surviving." He says quietly after a moment of thought. "Until then… I will keep moving, and I will accept what work comes my way."
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