Haleron's upbringing was one of comfort. He never wanted for much and was raised by his loving mother and father, in a town not too dis-similar to Bree. 

His father was a well respected man around town, instilling in Haleron strong values and principles that he would carry with him all of his life; be brave, be loyal, help those in need and never accept anything less than true justice.

It is no surprise then that Haleron's life's work was to be that of a knight. He was born to this calling and his early years shaped him into someone fit to serve it.

Haleron left home when he had come of age and travelled around for some time, always seeking out a cause to fight for. After years of living as a nomadic dogooder, he heard of need for men of his ilk in the town of Bree and the surrounding area. 

Looking to assert dominance and influence in Bree was House Hawthorn, vying for it's surrender or destruction were the Heirs of Ruin, and standing between them, with only the needs of the people as their motivation, were the Crimson Blades.

Haleron saw at their head someone he could follow, someone he could believe in, someone he could die for - Dirtar Crowhelm. 

He served his master valiantly and fought the enemy where he found them. It was here that he felt he was living the life he had promised to himself as a boy. Here was a knight.

With the conflict ended and many of those involved dead, missing or retired to a life of peace, Haleron and Deakun, another of the Crimson Blades, steered the group through peaceful times, enjoying the fruits of their victories along the way.

Haleron now spends much of his time singing half forgotten songs, drinking in the Pony and telling stories to those brave enough to listen. He always keeps an eye out for trouble though, and gladly steps in to ensure that nothing less than true justice is always exacted where it can be.