Dubhlainn is of the Mammutti-heimo of the lossoth tribes in the north on his fathers side and the Eastern Mactíre clan in dunland, His mother was taken by his father are a trade meet. However he was raised on the streets of bree when he was found by a man at the site of a masicure of bodies on the road the trade caravan travelled between the two clans. The man wasn’t a wealthy nor had much for himself but he gave Dubhar his name, it was the name of his son that died years before him. Both of them lived in beggars alley in Bree, even at a young Age Dubhar was a bigger built young boy but yet fast also, proven so many times by stealing items at the market and easily losing the guards in the alleys and street or not being seen at all.

His life came up side down when Zalgi the man that raised him died of the fervour but with no money to pay for a doctor. He had to watch the oldman die slowly, as he slowly died so did Dubhar’s emotions he locked them away so not to feel a thing and shield himself from the pain of losing his only friend and father that he remembers in the world. His antic’s became more bold as he and other orphans on the street banned together and stole, or did stupid things to gain attention from the people, but Dubhar always seemed the quiet one in the group.

At age Fifteen he was thrown in the Jail for beating a man to the point of near death, the man was drunk and had come into the beggars alley looking for a young lady to take. He stayed in the cell for six days a man had seen Dubhar fight, he had paid the bail in return Dubhar had to come with him and train and fight from his Merc group. Dubhar accepted and gather what gear he had without word to the small group of orhpans, he just vanished into the night.

For Four years Dubhar trained and got first hand experience in fighting gaining many more scars on his body but never on his face thanks to the large bull Helmet he wore. He chose like man in the Merc group light harden leather armour with small amounts of metal for protection, Dubhar main chose of weapon was a large war-axe the same height as him. The found it in some caves it was light to hold so they guessed it was either dwarfish or Elvish of make, but Dubhar didn’t care it did its job so he would look after it.

He left after the bossman Vealigan died, with everyone else they all split up taking their own directions. Dubhar left roaming the lands it was her that he came across the eastern Mactíre clan, he was found by them they thought he could be useful as a ransom as he wore Rohan clothing, but when was tied up nothing to do he hummed a tune the only thing he remembered of his mother that she used to do to him. An old lady his grandmother recognised it as he taught it to her daughter, she was convinced and was right that he was her grandchild overjoyed at find her grandchild again she made the others accept him and untie him. She took him in and showed him the ways of his people their customs and receive the mark of the clan over his heart the pack of wolves.

He returned to Bree, after a year and abit when his grandmother died of old age.