Hailing from Unknown, this man known to a stranger yet around Bree-Town. Only known to his fierce will for knowing further knowledge is limitless. Just a few months ago before his passing, he gets a new hope to will even If It is torn already. Yes, with the cost of Memory-loss. Not knowing much after He has awoken again on his rough bed. Tend to no-one to care. He decides for his life to wander back into the fray. Few of lore and lack of social communities have quiet desperate his life.

Just a few months after He manages to make way over the Lone-lands, dry and eery place to live in till a rumor of nearby hunters. A city who's called Bree-land by common tounge has intereset as much of his hunger. Desperate, he travelled to seek this naught land, nevertheless It all has been paid when He stood afore the gates of Bree-town. Everything that should be kept within Mirkwood has been forsake if You wandered your mind that far. Merely a keen clothes to put on but none to be called superior to his looks. On his head placed a symbol. A sigil of Lovenwood that has long been forgotten and yet his old account is naught but memory-loss and pain and torture to his old lore.

~Days he stayed, weeks he stayed, Months he lives~

Grown old? No, he is only entering his Thirties, precisely He is thirty-six. Not much of coins that he brought has much concerned him and yet much still to be discovered for the town. He intends to further his journey yet he slowly grows fond of the town. Brigands, smuggler, robbers are all lesser and should be aside. But It's strategic place and how fit if he stays or at least blend in. Several days back ago He found an old ruins that perhaps would fit his days instead wasting shinies for comfy bed within the inn. 

Overall, He is Vraktrah the Unknown, Vraktrah the lore-Thirst, Vraktrah the Seeker. Perhaps he may not enter the state where he was a great man...