"That's what you do when you sell a big lie, you wrap it up in the truth to make it more palatable.*"

Very few of the tales she tells about herself are complete fabrications. There's no doubt however that one would feel lied to, were they to find out the full truth.

The truth starts in the land known as Harad, in the region between the rivers Harnen and Ikorbân. That land, which is called Shagâna, "the fair land," in the local tongue, is not the desolate desert a Northerner would imagine. Within an oasis of bougainvillea shrubs and eucalyptus trees, dates, citrus fruits and fragrant herbs, laid a small, friendly town. It wouldn't be much different from one of the smaller Gondorian settlements on the other side of the border, were it not for the authoritarian warmongers of the imperial regime and the Mordorian colonizers that all of the Sunlands suffer under.

There was a home in this friendly town, where a happily married couple ran the local tailoring and clothing repairs business. The husbands elderly parents helped the wife in the running of the household, and the family was completed by the couples only child: a sprightly and curious girl they named Sindalea.

The first 11 years of the girls life where utterly carefree. But the first sign that something was off about the way the world was presented to her, appeared when wicked men got their clutches into her childhood friend. The boy got drafted into the army of Ordâkh at the ripe old age of 14, never to return. That day the seed of rebellion was planted in the little girl's heart.

"Nothing is true, everything is permitted.**"

This seed grew in silence, but truly started flourishing once she came in contact with an elderly Northerner. At first (and second and third) glance, he seemed a lost, solitary wanderer, harmless and without purpose. In truth he was none of these things and he kept up this farce for his own devices. He was known as the Old Man of the Mountain by the locals who saw him wander about, but his small circle of confidants called him Morinehtar the Blue. It was he who taught her a whole new outlook onto the world, its history, and the long path to liberty. And it was to him that she swore an oath to oppose the Black Land, the Dark Lord and the regime of the Sunlands, and serve the cause of the Free Peoples in every way she could, at all costs.

As her mindset became more grim and her Masters trust in her grew, the methods to fulfill her oath became more bloody. Morinehtars followers taught her the value of a good set of blades and fostered her talent for going unnoticed, both of which she put to much use: at her current age of 31 she has a body count of well over two dozen politicians and military leaders. The deaths of these carefully selected targets served the purpose of sending their subjects into the most severe state of chaos that this small fringe-group of rebels could hope to accomplish. The fact that such powerful and seemingly untouchable figures were still successfully eliminated, also elevated their invisible killers, named Hashashin in the Southern tongue, into a terror of almost supernatural proportions.

"Sindaleth of Belfalas"

Under the wing of Morinehtar the Blue she moved to Dol Amroth in Gondor, some 6 years ago. There her estimation within the organization grew and her education in the history behind current world conflicts continued. It was again the Old Man who send her to the North for the task she has most recently been occupied with. She was to seek out the other members of the Order on behalf of Morinehtar and his kinsman Rómestámo of the East. The task was firstly to inform them of the situation in the South and East, and in return write home to share their tidings of the North and West.

The head of the Order proved to be both the easiest to find and completely impossible to reach, as his residence is the impenetrable fortress Orthanc. The uncouth characters there employed as gatewardens wouldn't give the lone, travelworn young woman a second look, let alone the opportunity to share her tidings. After several attempts and defeats, she chose to move on to the other two members and rode out to Eriador to find them. That is the part of the task she has been employed with during her stay in Bree-town and surroundings, (with varying degrees of success.) Via faithful long distance air-mail she receives and discusses new assignments as well.

Miscellaneous information

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Star signs: Sun in Scorpio, Moon in Aries, Capricorn rising.

Birthday: November 1st.

Spoken languages

​​​​​Shagâni and other Haradic tongues: native

Westron, Umbarin: fluent

Adûnaic: conversational

Rhûnic, Black Speech: poor

Sindarin: minimal

((* ​​​​​​- BBC Sherlock, S2E3.))

((** - Hassan-i Sabbah, little bit of a misquote as he would rather have said "nothing is certain, everything is possible" but both work for the character.))