Nikoyah’s mother and father came to Minas Tirith from Harad before she was even born. They had fled to avoid Sauron's hold over their family. She was one of three children in their small family with two younger brothers. She has few memories of her parents as they had often been off finding ways to make money to feed their family. This left Nikoyah as the head of the family. She would teach them kindness and gentility towards those of higher class. Eros and Imanah looked to her as their guide and protector. This respect taught her that there was more to life than her beloved little family. At the age of thirteen she enlisted in the Army of Gondor. When she was away for months at a time, her brothers looked after one another having been taught discipline by her and her parents.

As she grew, so did her rank in the Army. She had become known as Corporal (Methir) Nikoyah of Gondor. It was a name she proudly bestowed upon her chest.

When she had turned thirty, she returned home to Minas Tirith after a lengthy patrol to hear of an attack to a local Haradrim home. She rushed to her family’s abode only to find it had been burnt down. Nikoyah found a pendant amid the ashes that held deep Haradric origin. Apparently, to her surprise, they had never surrendered their cultural backgrounds and due to this tiny piece of evidence, her family had been slain.

The criminal had been caught and named as none other than the local Watchman's son. He and a gang of his friends took it upon themselves to bring justice to a crime that was never committed. They had claimed that Nikoyah's family had been practicing dark deeds under the name of Sauron. Due to the fact that these boys held some political influence in Minas Tirith, they had simply been fined 50 silver apiece. Nikoyah waited months for an apology and a clearance of her family's name from the records, but no such reward ever came.

She could no longer live within these walls. She could not live in a town where such corruption was allowed to prevail. She resigned from the army and fled from Gondor with only the memories of her dear brothers as the heaviest burden she could carry with her. She traveled to lands unknown, questions in her heart but never any answers. Somewhere in the pit of her stomach, she knew she had to set up roots. She was a woman of thirty-eight and had to find someone to tend to and to grow old with. She stumbled into the town of Bree and decided then and there to set up roots.