The second son of a 32nd son, his blood was noble enough to hold the name by lucky of patronage, His life was simple in as of much as every hour was planned for him. Training and regular attempts at magical aptitude. Only once it was clear he had no skill for the arcane was it finally decided he would use the skill of his muscles and skill to prove himself useful to the family. Swords, lances axes, they were all just too brutal for him. He found a love for the bow, the skill to take a shot from a range beyond what most people could hear or see. So he chose to become the best at loosing arrows, able to loose arrows with the skill and aptitude to let his name not go to waist.