You don't often see a naked man running through the white city of Minas Tirith early in the morning. But - that's how this story started. Of course, some people could say that it had started earlier, with Cerras having private lessons with quite a number of young ladies of various positions, or with Cerras attending a tea party, organised by his tutor's wife and -strangely- with no other guests arriving...
Let's just say that some people had enough and those people set about to punish the young and so good looking bard. Those cruel people didn't think for even a minute that they're ruining a promising career, no - they set their dogs (the two legged kind) onto him, and got him running.
Naked.
Through the white city of Minas Tirith.
The people after him were quite determined, though. But you may, if you're head of the minstrel school in Gondor... They didn't stop till after Cerras left the country, and that's how the bard found himself in Rohan. It was a boring place. Horses, plains and no big cities. It only got a bit interesting, when he met Iowin, sister of a mighty Rohirrim lord. Of course, the caring brother didn't appreciate the aquantice. It was tricky - he had a very fast horse, but eventually, step by step, Cerras made his way north and ended up being caught by a band of brigands near Bree.

Cerras (of course, it's not his real name) is a good looking man - his smile is friendly, his blue eyes big and warm. His voice was once described as honey poured over thunder - despite all his misadventures, he is quite talented. It's hard to guess his age, but it is quite likely that he's a bit older than he looks, and looks about mid-twenties. He often quietly whistles some melodies, or tries them out on his lute. He is usually very optimistic and sees inspiration for new ballads and melodies everywhere. Of course for him, women are the source of greatest inspiration!