Zephras hails from Mirkwood, originally, but it has been a long time since he lived there.  He was trained to martial excellence by his father, who stood as a Guardian of Thranduil's Hall.  When Elendil and Gil-galad called warriors to join them in their last stand against the might of Mordor, Zephras and his father were among the first to heed the call.  Though the Last Alliance won the battle, Zephras' father was not among the triumphant survivors that day.

Following his father's death, Zephras abandoned the life of honorable service for a more self-fulfilling path: the life of a sellsword.  His already sharp skills quickly brought him to the top of his profession, and over the centuries, he has only grown sharper.

Still, unlike many Elves his age, Zephras' long life has not tempered his pride, nor instilled in him a sense of modesty.  He retains a hot-headed edge to his personality, a self-confidence and boisterous nature that is not often found in the Eldar.  

He wanders the whole of Middle Earth now, and though he finds his craft most plied in service to various Men, he maintains a small house in the Shire where all his payment is mailed.  He remarks often that he far prefers the Shirefolk to the men of Eriador, and when he must spend time anywhere, he prefers it to be there.

Like his neighbors and friends, Zephras has a great love of drink and pipe-weed.  He is a rambunctious, if benign, drunk, with many a good tale to tell and plenty of coin to fill the glasses.  There are nearly as many stories of him in his domestic adventures as there are tales of his prowess in combat, and his personality is nearly as large as his tavern debts.