Act I
The story of Maicaheru - or Achassion at birth - begins far to the south, in the territories of Mordor. He was born the only child of Lady Aradheldis - the youngest daughter of an influential family of Church keepers - and Lord Deldhitor - the youngest son of a warlord. After more than twenty years of trying they were finally blessed with a child, and the expectations were high from the start. So much so that a rift was formed between his parents, both wanting their child to inherit their status.

The first years of Achassion's life were spent alongside his mother at their Church of Sauron, aiding his mother and aunts in their various tasks and then spending the rest of his days studying the many scrolls of their library. Alas, it was soon apparent that his passions lie not in faith, but in battle, and thus his father was granted custody in his seventh year of life.

Achassion would spend the next ten years learning the art of war from his father's side of the family, excelling in military strategy. His future by all means looked promising, until one fateful day he would ask: "Why?"

Why do they wage war? Why do they keep slaves? Why are men sent to battle to die? Why are they so devoted to Sauron, when He gives nothing in return despite his promises?

An outrage! For the first time in a decade his parents united, to discuss this deviancy and the punishment for such disobedience. Eventually they settled on this: Achassion were to spend some time among the peoples he so pitied, toiling alongside them as though he was no Lord, until he repented.

But the young man did no such thing. For years he worked alongside the Nurnhoth and orcs in service of his families, yet knowing no brutal punishment as they did. Naturally they were afraid of him at first, but after some time a Nurnhoth called Yobi took the young Numenorean under his wing. Finally, he had made his first ever friend.
But it was not to be, for such would be a reward in this time of suffering. One day Yobi was thrown to the wargs, and Achassion was left to watch his only connection be torn to shreds. From that day forward he truly was a changed man; no longer would he allow himself to be blinded by the indoctrination - no, he would devote himself to the stories of old, those of the Faithful Numenoreans which he had come to admire in his studies. That, and he came to really, really hate wargs.

When he came of age and still had not repented, Achassion was invited to dine with his parents and be given one last chance. His answer? No.

Act II
With his father's final gift to him - a sword named Maicaheru - he was disowned from both sides. Even his name was taken from him. No longer was he Achassion, but Loitaro - or Failer.

Where Loitaro went after that is rather vague. It is known he ended up a pit fighter, yet soon the name would fade from history as a new star rose in the ring: Maicaheru.
For 31 odd years Maicaheru would strategically win and lose battles to earn his coin, which he would immediately re-invest in drink. When business went bad, it is said he would find other ways to sell his body for more alcohol. So much he drank, that even now he could not tell you exactly what happened those years other than vague outlines of a past he rather forget entirely.

But this downward spiral eventually came to a halt as Maicaheru overheard some orcs speak of an escaped prisoner. He had heard a bit about it here and there, but now this prisoner who had been there for hundreds of years, somehow escaped. He may have never known the man, but the news... changed something in him. If Girakun could do it, why not Maicaheru?

It was an uphill battle, for his first step was to stop drinking and accepting his awareness of his surroundings once more. Once he had achieved that, he needed to earn as much coin as he could to buy supplies for his journey. But the most important question remained: where could he go? Were there any lands safe for a former worshipper of Sauron, away from Sauron's territories? He had no choice. West was his only option, into the lands of the Peoples he once swore to wage war against.

It took another few years, but he persevered until the day he rode his old horse out of the Plateau of Gorgoroth and into Ithilien. So he went off into the world with a single plan in mind: find a place he belonged. Should he not find such a thing, then he would return to Mordor, yet never arrive.

Maicaheru is rather cryptical about his journey West when he tells the story to others, to the point where his stories may conflict. After all, he isn't proud of his shenanigans. Be it from stealing a Swan Knights armour and impersonating one to further his travels, to seducing his way into getting lodgings in Rohan, or to plain old stealing of coin, he did not live the honorable life he was looking for. Whatever the case, his final destination - his final option - was decided: Breeland.

Act III
It... was not smooth sailing. From the moment he set foot in The Prancing Pony Inn, he was scrutinized by the people in town. Some unsavoury rumours started spreading, and soon enough the guard had their eyes on him.
Truly, he was ready to throw in the towel. There was no place in this world for a displaced Black Numenorean, doomed to forever suffer his dark origins. That is until there was light; and that light was a freakishly tall guy with a - dare I say fashionable - mushroom hat.

For the first time in... forever, someone greeted Maicaheru with a genuine smile and interest. Greengrove was his name, and he would become one of Maicaheru's first friends in these lands. The days became ever brighter, and finally he found purpose.
Granted, he was invited along on what he felt like would be a suicide mission together with two others - but even then, those two became dear friends of his as well. Bree ended up being a lot more interesting than anticipated, and he felt welcome.

It is then that he took a leap and bought a run down farm at the edge of Breeland, rather nearer the Lone Lands. It is there that he was greeted by the loud screams of a feral cat before he could even turn the key. This cat would curl herself around his legs and follow him everywhere in the days following, stalking him even back to Bree itself and letting herself into the Inn whenever he "forgot" her. She was an annoyance at first, but Maicaheru's heart gradually... melted. Her name would become Mirwe - or Precious One - soon after, and the rest is history. Rarely are these two seen apart, and of the vast amount of cats that now roam the farmstead it is Mirwe that takes the crown as his cat.

This was some years ago, and these days Maicaheru has settled into a farmer's life, sometimes traveling to Bree to sell produce and buy anything he himself might need.

Despite the odds, he made it - and he is happy.