Adelaide doesn't remember her life before the orphanage. Nothing at all. All she remembers were the other kids and even her caretakers being scared off her. Purposely isolating her and keeping her away from any adults who wanted to adopt a kid. Not that anyone would want to adopt Adelaide anyway.

After all, who'd want to adopt an orc?

Turns out, a noble couple would. A noble couple who needed a reputation boost after some controversy surrounding them. And what better way to look like good people then adopting an orphan. An orc orphan no less! It should've amazing for Adelaide. But it wasn't. She was a publicity stunt, that was all Adelaide was, and she had to act like the grateful noblewoman her parents wanted her to be. Not the barbaric fighter orc people expect her to be. It wouldn't have been hard, but Adelaide's adopted parents wanted nothing less than complete, absolute and utter perfection. One tiny mistake and she'd be punished.

For years Adelaide played the perfect daughter, an orphan orc taken from the slums and molded into just another lady of hugh society, despite the racism due to her being an orc. It was hard, stressful, and the pressure was crushing. But it was better than anything Adelaide had, and she was determined to keep it. So she strained her voice so it was soft and smooth instead of gruff and scratchy, she combed her hair for hours everyday so it was straight and perfectly instead of wild and curly. She even grinded her sharp tusks down into tiny stubs so that they wouldn't poke out of her lips. Life was perfect. But life seemed to have other plans for her.

Another day another party at the king's palace where nobles gossiped and tried to earn the favour of the king. Adelaide's parents had gone to the capitol in advance for business. And Adelaide was riding in carriage to join them at the party. But then her carrige was ambushed by thieves and Adelaide was taken hostage. The thieves took her far far away from where she knew deep into the forest. Hours later they had her tied up and blindfolded in a corner, planning to either sell her off or use her as ransom. But as they were planning Adelaide suddenly heard yelling, then screaming, then the wet squelching sound of something being crushed. Then several thuds. After a moment of silence someone pulls the blindfold off Adelaide and she looks up to see her.... Saviour?

"... Who.... Who are you?"

a rather small figure stood above Adelaide. Their face was shadowed by their hood and the fire shining behind them but their smirk was still visible, a bloody mace in their hand staring down at Adelaide. Then they pulled their hood back, revealing a messy bush of red wavy hair stained with blood red streaks, a freckled face with red—hopefully—face paint, and long ears, the left one was peirced with a tooth earing and the other ear was ripped up and missing half

An female elf. A female barbarian elf.