Aldaron is 18-years-old. A Dúnedain and a Ranger of the North. He is painfully conscious of the weight of history carried on his shoulders. Dark-haired, handsome, and athletic, he tries to embody the noble traditions of his lineage, but the shadow in his heart conceals resentment at the low-status calling that is his birthright.

Originally from a noble and moderately wealthy family, Aldaron's father, Gilmir, was travelling with the family's wealth when he was ambushed by orcs and killed, along with what remained of the household. Although hardly a fortune, the loss impoverished Aldaron and his remaining family, forcing them to rely on kindness to survive. Aldaron has done the best he can to keep the noses of all his family above water, channeling his hatred of the enemy into an almost reckless crusade. Realising the inevitable outcome, older, wiser heads have taken a hand before Aldaron can fall prey to his appetite for vengeance.

Aldaron stands 6'5", with the build of a natural athlete. Although young, his eyes reflect the experience of hunting orcs into the wild places. Wearing a suit of close-fitting black leather beneath a forest cloak of field grey, Aldaron wears his longsword across his back.