Deorla was born in the shadowed lands of Mordor, in Nurn to be exact, near the desolate plains of Gorgoroth, where survival meant either submission to dark forces or rising to command them. From a young age, she displayed a ruthless cunning that set her apart. Recognizing her potential, a powerful Black Númenórean warlord took her under his wing, training her in strategy, combat, and the brutal politics of Mordor. Deorla rose swiftly through the ranks, gaining influence among the orc legions and men who swore fealty to the Dark Tower. By the time she reached adulthood, she was no mere survivor—she was a war leader, feared and respected in the strongholds of Barad-dûr and beyond, shaping the tides of battle in Sauron's name.

Her fate took a dark turn when she ventured north to Eriador on a lucrative contract. Tasked with eliminating a ranger patrol near Fornost, Deorla successfully dispatched her target but left just enough of a trace that it stirred suspicion. Soon, the bounty on her head rose, starting modestly but climbing as she continued her work. However, one fatal encounter at Fornost would mark her for life. She killed a veteran ranger at the gate of Fornost, a crime that turned every ranger in the region against her and led to an even higher bounty on her head.

The infamous bounty hunter Furley eventually captured her, bringing her to trial in Bree’s Scholar Hall. Though sentenced to execution in the North Downs, where her crime had drawn the most blood, fortune—or fate—intervened. While en route to her execution, Deorla managed a daring escape with the help of an alliance of rogue friends and sympathizers from her past. In response, her bounty skyrocketed to fifty gold coins, and a deadly message was posted in every major town of Eriador: “Wanted Dead or Alive: Deorla, Assassin of Mordor. Reward: 50 Gold for proof of capture. Present to Bree.”

Now banned from the lands of Evendim, North Downs, and Bree-Land, Deorla lives as a fugitive, constantly on the move and in disguise. Her wardrobe of choice varies with her location: black armor crafted from obsidian and sea stones from her Umbar days when traveling the outskirts; or a ranger’s gear, complete with an eye patch on her left eye, whenever she dares enter a town. Her life is one of quick exchanges, trading stolen goods from ruins long-forgotten in the darkened histories of Middle-earth.

For Deorla, survival is a constant game of cat and mouse with the rangers, bounty hunters, and even commoners eager to claim her bounty. Every village in Eriador bears a bounty poster, a reminder that her life could end at any turn in the path. Yet for every danger, she is equally equipped with cunning, strength, and the will to survive.