Vermundr was born in Dale, the son of a fisherman and third of six sons. He did not care much for fishing, but preferred weapons and war. He trained with the militia, but he was never allowed to sign up, since it was not a time of war and they did not accept any new members. When he passed his 15th birthday, he started to notice how his father and brothers were having trouble feeding the family. They had younger children and grandparents, and older uncles and aunts and cousins. It was a large family. So one day young Vermundr packed his things and left.

Travelling through Mirkwood he met some Elves, and got to know Loscarak. He had always been sceptical of the Elves, but Loscarak was like a friend he had always wanted. They spent weeks together, travelling through Mirkwood, until finally they had to part ways, and Vermundr entered Eriador.

He quickly saw the need for warriors, and took it upon himself to defend the people. It was in these times he started working with rangers to protect them, but they had a falling out, and Vermundr cut the ties. He did not respect the Elves, and he did not respect the Dunedain. To calm his mind, he travelled to the Dwarven lands of Thorin's Hall, and became a friend of the Dwarves.

In these days, he has been over most of Eriador, from the mighty Halls of Thorin to the beautiful gardens of Rivendell, from the warm Hobbiton summers to the icy wastes of Forochel. He has seen many things, and many would claim some of this incients have left him with a broken mind.