Felliix Jeger was the son of a wealthy merchant in Gondor, Minas tirith. Having coin, influence, and a clever mind, his father had sent him to the finest colleges that the city had to offer. Felliix trained as a minstrel, learning many interments and many a song, but was also given lessons in swordsmanship.

Life was good!

Right up to the point where Felliix was sick and tired of his father's, brothers and his sisters stuck up -oh-so-high-and-mighty attitude. Ending up arguing with his father, Felliix stormed out of their home, swearing that he can live on his own damn two feet without daddy's help!

In his mind's eye, Felliix thought this would be a great thing. It wasn't.

With his flute at his belt, Felliix spent the next few years roaming from around Gondor, promising to record deeds and make the heroes of all. Very few people accepted; it seemed no one took him serious enough until one day a lone captain of the Gondorian army took the young man under his wing.
Felliix thought the day had come! With this captain he would make his own wealth, and rub every gold coin in his family's face. The next day, Felliix was given a sword and helmet, and told to 'Stay with me and don't get into any trouble.' Before a protest could leave his mouth, the young bard was pushed into a landing boat and sent into a river assault.

He had served the battle, and it was a sobering experience. He wanted to leave the army, but he swore he'd record the captains tales. So he spent a number of months with the army. Learning, fighting, playing, writing, trying to stay alive, begging, until one day the captain was stuck by an arrow and fell.
With that, Felliix was dismissed from the army, having no other use. With no home and no one to look after him, he turned to a life of crime that got him thrown into jail houses on more then one occasion.

Thinking that this was it, he was surprised that his bail was posted by his father. Thinking that his father was hot on his heels, he quickly got out of jail and went as far north as his money could take him.

The next chapter of Felliix’s life took part in Rohan and Dale. He worked from everything from bar tender, farm hand, caravan bodyguard and a number of other lesser useful jobs. Coming into a little bit of money and no epic song or poem, Felliix saw that there were already a number of bards in Rohan and Dale that made him turn white and stand on the furniture.

So it was that Felliix took one last roll of the dice and came to Eriador. With a dwindling hope that he’ll find his poem or song, and perhaps without his family trying to call him back.