You were an abandoned runt, condemned to death by your parents who cast you out, ashamed of how weak and worthless you were. That’s how you got here; standing on the edge of a cliff in the nether, staring down at the Lava, embers landing on you and burning your skin. It felt good to hurt. (Put appearance, age, gender, etc.) Suddenly, the hairs on the back of your neck rose and you felt a strong presence behind you. "Hullo, little one." A deep voice rumbled from a couple meters away, sounding almost like a purr.