Where are the valiant princes of whom I have told?
Those who said 'The world is mine'?
Doom has taken them, earth has hidden them.
Who inherits this transient world,
The world to which people come, from which they go, 
The world whose latter end is death?

- The Book of Dede Korkut, transl. Marc David Baer

Zôrzimril was born into the high nobility of Umbar, oldest and fairest of the Númenorean realms in Middle-earth. Her mother Yôzindil could trace her descent back to the island itself - her ancestor was Sakalkhôr the Builder, who raised many structures of the city of Umbar Baharbêl in marble brought from the quarries of Forostar. It is said that parts of the Umbar-môkh are by his design as well.
Zôrzimril's father Zimrathôn could not match his wife in purity of lineage but found favour by his fervent belief in the Church of the All-Seeing, and his service to the Heirs of Castamir. Some years after Thorongil's attack on Umbar he was raised to the station of Harbour-warden.

Under the watchful gaze of many, and knowing her heart was always laid open to He Who Sees All, Zôrzimril grew into a dutiful daughter. She was treasured by her father, even more so after the death of her mother. Zimrathôn refused to remarry, and when his daughter took to physical pursuits and the fighting arts he allowed her to follow this path more suited for a son. Though many did not look upon it kindly, her prowess eventually caught the interest of the Heirs of Castamir. Zôrzimril was assigned as an adjutant to Azruthor. When the Corsairs went to make war against Gondor, she sailed on his ship to Dol Amroth. 

For the people of Belfalas, the cruelty and bloodshed wrought upon their home in the absence of the Prince are still fresh in their minds. But in the end the Corsairs were repelled, and neither Azruthor nor Zôrzimril returned from the war. Those who limped back to Umbar could only have said that she likely perished before him - sent on an ill-fated attempt to infiltrate the harbour of Dol Amroth with a small force, none of whom returned. 
In truth Zôrzimril was pulled from the waters of the bay and imprisoned, but it makes little difference. She may as well have died with the world that shaped her.

Umbar Baharbêl is thoroughly changed. The shrines to the All-seeing are broken, the remnants of his church in hiding, and the Heirsworn are overthrown. The cruel Harbour-warden Zimrathôn is dead, murdered at the very start of the Seastone Mutiny by an unknown assassin. His corpse rots away beneath the ships anchored in Jâshadar, the Fleet-fast.
The woman who was once known as Zôrzimril now calls herself Fajar, but traces of one remain within the other. Vengeance, hatred and lingering devotion propel Zôrzimril forward, through all the indignities she has had to suffer. Fajar is sometimes on the verge of forgetting them. She finds herself lulled into enjoying the rhythm of a labourer's life, and with each day of toil in the shipyards and markets her fear of discovery is lessened. But only time will tell if she is to fade into obscurity, for old loyalties and debts are not so easily cast aside.