As a young ranger, Daeriim was one of the greatest warriors around. His excellence with a sword was legendary among the Dúnedain. He led many attacks on orcs, leaving with barely a scratch on him. Eventually he was stationed to the mountainous southern region of Forochel. During a hunt one day he met the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Her hair was long and black, her eyes silver as a midnight moon. She was stalking a large moose, but she did not see the wolf prowling in the bushes beside her. As she drew her arrow back, the wolf pounced. Daeriim's arrow hit it mark and the wolf crumbled in mid jump in front of the woman. She was taken aback at first by the sudden action. The two fell in love and she stayed with him for several years, accompanying him on his rangings.

Eventually, the couple birthed a son and named him Daeriir. According to Daeriim, his wife died in childbirth and he was never the same. Daeriir was sent to Tinnudir to be trained as a ranger and Daeriim lost all sense of sympathy for the world. His heard became as cold as the Forochel winters. The Dúnedain presence in Forochel slowly disappated to nothing and Daeriim was sent to Esteldin. There he spent his days studying the lost histories of Middle-Earth and occasionally accompanying other rangers on their rangings, but he scarcely led his own.

Many many years go by and Daeriim loses sense of time itself. His unknown hatred for orcs has never truly left him and in recent years, it has managed to rekindle itself inside of him. He put himself through vigorous training to regain his once legendary strength and has taken up his old sword and bow once again. His last years in Middle-Earth will not be wasted reading books and scrolls.