Ekkil Grayman was born into the House Graymane, renown throughout Rohavion for it's unique breed of horse which somehow all managed to have silver gray mane's and tails. Additionally, the family prospered as popular blacksmiths, fulfilling orders by wealthy men or elves and growing a surprising fortune off of this trade. The family's estate is located in Eastern Rohavion, resting atop a small grassy hill just outside of a small village. 

Tryggvil Graymane was a who's temper was as fiery as the forges of his hall, despite this shortcoming- he was a shrewd buisnessman and merchant, holding impressive connections throughout many popular realms in Middle-Earth. Truly, his kind is rare to find in such times, when a trade deal or caravan was needed to deliver an order on time, it was he who led it and ensured its delivery. Tryggvil had always worked hard to ensure that the vision his ancestors had founded was maintained and grown upon, the Graymane name needed to be untarnished and reputable if the long-dream were to come true. Perhaps then, it was less of love and more for ensuring that the Graymane legacy continue that Tryggvil married in the first place.

The somewhat-reluctant-somewhat-flattered bride, Theowyn of Aldburg, cannot be more different from the patriarch of the House Graymane. Wherein Tryggvil was cold and calculating in almost everything he did, she was warm and loving- renown in her village for her beauty and kindness. Of course, as with the nature of such matters, the young woman's marriage was organized by her parents, modest farmers who leapt at the opportunity for their daughter to marry a family such as that of the Graymane's- the large marriage dowry which was offered by Tryggvil helped convince them of their decision as well. Thus, Theowyn was unwillingly wedded and bedded by the far older man, siring two twins: Eover and Oddleif.

For a short time, House Graymane was quiet. 

Tryggvil continued expanding the ancient and old vision which his ancestors had laid down for him, caring little for his wife or daughter and only taking true intrest in Eover so that the boy would learn to take up the family buisness one day. Theowyn stayed at home in the foreign and somewhat cryptic halls of House Graymane, teaching Oddleif the art of patronage and the finesse of being a woman and future wife- although discreetly she tought her archery on the side, much to Tryggvil's protest. These years were relatively calm, although with orcs and wargs wandering the wilds, peace could not be used to quite describe them. 

However, this changed when dark night, during a celebratory feast in Graymane Hall.

Tryggivl had secured a deal with a wealthy family in Gondor, a major success for the ambitious man. To celebrate, he opened the doors to his hall and issued a night of revelry for the nearby village, a truly rare moment considering his mannerisms and background- yet this was a rare occasion. The night started off well, but the attitude drastically shifted when a mysterious figure cloacked in black appeared, his face nigh unseeable save his pale mouth and deathly thin visage. Ominously and with no warning, he issued a prophecy pertaining to the House Graymane: A child would be born, one who would grow up to be a great hero and a great villain. Perhaps the more menacing a message though was that the offspring would one day grow up to kill Tryggvil and cause chaos throughout the Riddermark. With this, the figure disappeared.

Sure enough, it was soon discovered that Theowyn was pregnant.... But the child was not of Tryggvil's blood...

Outraged, the patriarch locked the woman away, shocking Oddleif and Eover. The two agreed to flee their home, leaving Tryggvil alone once more, only himself to be held responsible. The halls of House Graymane grew colder than normal, the light seemed to fade away, an eerie darkness settled over it and the nearby village. Months passed, Tryggvil no longer came out, he simply sat in his wealth and greed, watching as darkness spread across middle-earth without so much as caring. When the halls of his home were filled with screams of childbirth, his mind had been twisted and warped, a plague sweeping over him in his mind. He had resolved to kill the child.

Theowyn, in her captivity, knew in her stomach that the vile man she had been forced to marry wold come for her and her last blood next. In fear, she wrote to the only person she could trust, Tryggvil's brother, Onef. A retired member of the Rohirrim and a good man by all accounts, the man could plainly see his brother's madness and agreed to help Theowyn, secretly taking the child from her right after his birth before Tryggvil arrived. As the sound of guards approaching her cell could be heard, the once fair and loving woman left one last harsh legacy for her to be remembered by. She named the bastard son 'Ekkil', hoping that one day he would grow up to be a strong man who killed all evil, no matter what face it wore- including her husband. Onef rode off into the night with the child, Theowyn was killed shortly after in a fit of her husband's rage.

IT IS HERE THAT THE SAGA OF ONEF AND EKKIL BEGAN

The night seemd eternal for Onef, the cries of Theowyn and Tryggvil seemed to echo across the Riddermark, or at least in his mind. There was no doubt, he could no longer stay in Rohan, his brother controlled too much influence in Rohavion. He had once lived a simple life, a former veteran of the Rohirrim and a former horse breeder with his brother at House Graymane. The two were virtually exiles, never able to return to their homeland, thus they rode off through the gap of Rohan- Onef fending off all manner of danger from Orcs to bandits as they fled. Finally, they arrived in the only safe haven they could find: Bree.

Ekkil's childhood was fairly bland despite the circumstances surrounding him, he learned from a young age how to use a sword and how to make ends meet in a world of violence and death. He took his first life at age eight. As the child grew up quickly, showing signs of promise, Onef couldn't help but hear the sounds of the Shadow Man's voice in his mind, Ekkil certainly showed to be a cut above the average swordsman. Ekkil himself was fully aware of his past, Onef treated the lad as an adult even at a young age, he whipped the boy into a man with a few lashes of his belt, a gauntlet of danger, and a few stories of his days with the Rohirrim. The years passed, Ekkil grew into a man, and Onef finally saw the glimmer which the Shadow Man spoke of. In a misadventure wherein Ekkil and Onef saved a number of hostages from a host of Blackwoulds, Ekkil showed distinct leadership and courageousness which was impossible to overlook. Deciding that the time had come, Ekkil and Onef left Bree, the older man deciding it was time for their journey home to begin.