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So I've mentioned a bit about Sindorumeladil and Calana Sinahl, who are Laataazin's family from before Skyrim, when they were still known as Imperial veteran Brais.

For those who don't know, Brais, or Laat, came back from the Third War against the Aldmeri Dominion shattered and tired, and found their single remaining family member, sister Julia, pregnant and alone in their small house in the Imperial City. Julia did not survive long after the birth of her child, Calana, and remained tightlipped about the identity of the father - only that he was passing through, that she never thought to see him again, that she had loved him whilst she had known him. When the child was born, it became clear that she was half elven, and Julia admitted the other parent had been an enemy operative stationed in the Imperial City during Lord Naarafin's control of it. All she had of him now was a signet ring he had left her, which she begged Brais to keep safe for Calana, until the time came when she would be old enough to protect herself, if she decided to seek him out.

Brais took the infant Calana and left the City following Julia's death, unable to bear the memories and hoping to avoid exposing Calana to rising anti-elven sentiments in the capital with the signing of the White-Gold Concordat. They travelled for some time, driven from place to place by Calana's young and frequently explosive magical talents, and Brais' inability to hold a steady job whilst dealing with single parenthood and PTSD. Eventually, Brais found work as a carpenter's apprentice in Chorrol, where they stayed for the next few years.

In that time, Sindorumeladil, Calana's father, had gone back home to Alinor. Following the war and his secret role in helping the Imperials recapture their city, he was anxious to deflect attention from himself and secure his position, in the hope of one day finding and marrying his human lover, Julia, who he had no idea he had left pregnant. He lived at that time at his family's estate in Firsthold, under the watchful eye of his mother, Viraneminwe Sinahl. High-ranking, powerful, and calculating, Viraneminwe had personally trained many of the agents that Sindor had either betrayed directly or used during his subterfuge. Their troubled relationship, rocky from a lifetime of opposing views and emotional differences, exploded into outright animosity when Sindorumeladil confessed that he intended to return to Cyrodiil and seek out Julia. To prevent him from going, Viraneminwe assigned him her former trainee Elenwen as a guard, prompting Sindor to injure her and flee the country.

Now on the run, Sindor travelled to the Imperial City, hoping to find Julia. He found the house sold and no sign of where she had gone. Distraught and imagining she had either died or gone to hide from him, he was close to giving up, until the new neighbours mentioned the child that was born - a healthy human child, whose elf-freckled skin glowed in the sun like a star. Recognising he was the likely parent, Sindor braved reaching out to his connections through the Argonian bard and close personal friend, Plucks-the-Strings, desperate for any route to reach his daughter.

In exchange for throwing the weight of his family name behind Elenwen's promotion to First Emissary of the Thalmor to Skyrim, Elenwen used her personal acquaintances within Thalmor intelligence to track down Brais and Calana. She delivered the information to Sindor, who nervously went to visit.

Brais and Calana were reluctant to know Sindor, particularly Brais, who feared and despised the Thalmor battlemages following their experiences in the war. Sindor offered to support Calana and Brais any way he could, and promised he would not attempt to take Calana away or separate her from Brais. After some time, enough trust was built that Sindor suggested moving to Valenwood, where they would be further from both Alinor and the Imperial City, and the tensions that continued to flare in both. Viraneminwe in this time sent a letter to Sindor, commanding him to return home and present his daughter to Auriel in the Altmeri tradition. Cautiously optimistic that his mother had decided to accept Calana even if she had not been pleased by Julia, Sindor took Calana and Brais and went.

During their time in Alinor, Brais became familiar with Viraneminwe and other ranking members of the Thalmor council, through parties and scandals. Unofficially recruited as an operative of the double dealing and counter-Thalmor faction the Beautiful, Brais took a commission from the Thalmor, which they continued to serve out while living in Valenwood with Sindor, Calana and Plucks-the-Strings, who were also involved to greater and lesser degrees.

One such job was hunting an escaped Blade, last seen in Riften. Packing their bags, Brais took the next carriage to Skyrim ... and Helgen, and thus their story as Laataazin the Dragonborn begins after suffering intense injuries that affected their recollection and capacity to relate to their own memories, and their life as Brais ends.

But for Sindor and Calana, their life continues. Mourning Brais as dead at Helgen keep, Sindor attempted to continue raising the now teenaged Calana alone, who was resistant to him and highly rebellious, frequently getting into trouble with local Bosmeri anarchist groups. Facing increasing pressure from Viraneminwe to return to Alinor, Sindor now balances an extremely fine tightrope of lip service loyalty to his mother and supporting his daughter, continually fearing for his and Calana's lives. This is not without reason, given Viraneminwe's brutally efficient reputation, their past troubles, and the mysterious circumstances surrounding Sindor's father's Faseladil Sinahl's disappearance from public society. The gears of war and gathering zealotry within the ranks of the Dominion are beginning to grind, and once more, Sindor fears his small family being caught in the crossfire...

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Sindor

Un día llevé a mi hija Ňasaindy a jugar a un castillo inflable. Me senté a esperar, viéndola saltar  ahí adentro junto con otros chiquillos. El turno era de 15 minutos, y durante ese tiempo vi que había algunos chiquilines que la estaban pasando muy bien, reían y gritaban emocionados y saltaban alto alto con todas sus fuerzas, puro goce, pero había otros que lloraban, se quejaban, se tiraban al piso y rebotaban al ritmo de los otros y se desesperaban.

            Al finalizar el tiempo todos sin excepción tenían que bajarse,  y me di cuenta que la vida son esos 15 minutos en un castillo inflable. 

(Enciclopedia del nuevo milenio que trata sobre el saber ambiguo, mundano e invisible, Tomo XXII)