Shorey was born in Bree-Town. Raised by a couple that had adopted him when he had recently been born. His real parents were from Gondor and had returned there once Shorey was born, leaving him.

During his early childhood, his step-father would make him learn how to use a bow and other weapons, taking him out to hunt for the dinner. If Shorey was to catch nothing, then he would not eat that night. Other days he would spend going into Bree-Town and watching the town guards march up and down the street. He also liked to follow the black-cladded figures that lurked about the corners. But most time his father would not let him. This turned out to be a tough childhood, years went on and he would suffer from countless beatings from his father.

At the age of sixteen, things had not changed. Although he did have someone to talk to now. He had met another who was living near him, she was of the same age. They spent most of their days together, talking. But Shorey still had these thoughts running through his mind. Then one day he had came home to his mother passed out on her seat, this was due to her drinking. This didn't please Shorey and he had only one person to blame for it. His father had asked him to come out with him, to catch the dinner. Shorey thought it was time. His father, posed with a bow aiming at the dinner he was wanting for the night when Shorey unsheathed his dagger, silently making his way towards the back of his father. Soon enough, the dagger was planted in the neck of his father. A small and skinny  boy towering over the body. Afterwards, Shorey had returned home only to find his mother still passed out. Shorey had now lost all control, hate took over, he had cut his own mothers throat and set the house on fire.

Shorey was nineteen now, not much had happened since the night of his parents death. He was now living with the girl he had met a few years ago in Combe, which is near to Archet. They were close, that's why Shorey had planned to marry her, and he did eventually. Although, this was not for long. As months after she had been kidnapped by brigands that had took refuge in the ruins of Chetwood. He set out to find her, showing no pity for any brigand that he ran into. He would kill every brigand in sight, untill they told her where she was being held. A few weeks passed, Shorey had now come across the ruins that the dead brigands had spoke of. Shorey was no longer himself, hate had took over once more as he entered the ruins. And there she was, tied up against a wall with a dagger inside her stomach. 

Years went on again, Shorey had moved from the house in Combe when he was twenty years of age and decided to go live in the Town. Bree had a lot to offer Shorey and he made sure of that. He kept low, his face hidden as he adopted the appearance of most shady people. Black robe and cloaked with a hood. He learned this when he was a child. He would shadow the Bree-Town guard and the criminals of Bree, listening in on their conversations for any sign of work. Soon enough, Shorey had found work..