Past
Born a very dull "James Lant" into an equally dull money-bothered family, Piers was treated, upon coming of age, to the prospect of taking over the family business (a form of accountancy) and leading a fantastically dull life heading a fantastically dull job and married to an obnoxiously dull wife.
It is not surprising, therefore, that the day before his birthday, Piers stole his inheritance and ran away, overseas. He travelled down the country from the North where he landed, gathering money, reputation and names, until he finally settled in Grantabrugge.
Present
Having made a name for himself in the somewhat disreputable social circles of Grantabrugge, Piers took his magpied wealth and set up camp as a "laundress", dealing in the two things he appreciated most: men and money. Moved by both restlessness and reputation (this time not his own) to the Wessex Arms, Piers is only just starting to sample exactly what it means to be a regular there. He holds common courtesy and manners in high regard, despite appearances, and if pissed off, oh man, does he ever hold a grudge. Has acquired a recent dislike of swogs and a Fae domain (the Barony of your mum) for a potentially hazardous price.
Future
Or "Piers's To-Do List"