Arzani Ramesh was born under the blistering sun deep within the great deserts of Harard,  in a village known as Gamma Saggrati, meaning 'The Arrow Head' in haradric one of six children, arzani being the second eldest. Arzani was often looked upon as a very intelligent child, having always been the one to steal books rather than food from passing merchants. He grew up to become a strong and independent man, learning much of history and the way of the blades. His father  Arastaban Ramesh taught him everything he could ever need to survive in the open world, how to defend himself, how to mend himself and how to kill those that would try and take his life. 

At the age of fourteen his father was advised by the village elder warriors to send him deep into the deserts alone, to fend for himself and learn how to become a man. And so he did. Four years of wandering the deserts, village to village, oasis to oasis. Until one day, Arzani was walking along the tip of a sand dune, the scorching sun beaming down onto the back of his head...the heat took its toll and he fell. An hour went by before Arzani awakened, and too find quite the sight before him. A small Lizard, red and black, a pretty little creature. Arzani saw it fit to take this Lizard as his own, naming it Ain. And so it was from there he carried on throughout the deserts, fighting and killing for various tribes and assassins, killing haradric warlords and commanders. And through all of this, he gained the name, The Bashu of the sands, meaning he Lizard of the sands.

And so on his return he was seen as a man and not a boy, a sculpted figure of muscular power and fitness. He was held as the highest warrior within the Village of Gamma Saggrati and many other regions throughout Harad. He lived a peaceful life within his village until they came. A dark clan from Umbar ransacked his village and took him to fight for the Dark lord Sauron.

And so he did, raping and plundering through all that was good In harad, gathering numbers for the armies of darkness. A heavy weight to hold upon your shoulders, all the memories of the harsh and enduring pain he placed upon good people. And in time this took it took its toll on Arzani, he fled under the cover of night, leaving all his men and followers behind to head north. He did not know where exactly but he wished to head north, as far away as possible from the memories that had been made in Harad, but in time he would realize that memories such as these did not leave your mind, they were they for life and would hold him in darkness. 

And through his travels he now finds himself in the most unlikely place for a haradrim to be, bree-land.