Because she was different, she was seen as an outcast, and it all worsened after her mother died, assassinated.
She lived her life in the tribe from hand to mouth, struggling and pushing daily. She trained and grew stronger to gain their recognition, but nothing worked.
Until finally, she was exiled as an outcast, just before the war started. Humans raided the tribe and killed everyone, taking the children as slaves and the women as toys.
She was too late. When she returned, the tribe was gone, and she was the last survivor. She had nowhere, no one. She was all alone.
A little girl inside the body of an adult, trying to find her footing in the world, but where would accept her?
She became an adventurer, and even there, she was scorned and looked down upon by humans. Many tried to take advantage of her, and because of that, she bloodied her hands with their blood.
