High, I'm Turin. I hail from Hithlum by way of Brethil. I know what you're thinking: "Didn't your own sword turn against you and kill you when you just needed a shoulder to cry on?" Rumors and lies; I am very much alive. But let's keep that betwixt friends. I got a bit of a bad rep among the other outlaws when they found out that I married my sister. So I staged a heroic battle with this jerk Glaurung. Unfortunately, the other guys who went to fight with me weren't buyin' into it, so I had to go more extreme and stage a suicide. Personally, I hope that they blame that gimp who was always tryin' to get with my woman.
Anyway, it seems that there is a lot of Gondor-centrism goin' on here; I feel a little out of place. I decided to identify with the nearest region (Fornost) to my homeland (which, incidently, is now and forever under the ocean off the coast of the blue mountains). Thanks for inviting this lonely rougue for some fellowship and maybe even an occasional orc hunt. I must warn you, though. Don't get too close to me. Bad things happen to my friends and family. By the way, did they ever get that Morgoth guy?