(keep in mind that none of this is to be taken sexually)
The first thing she remembered was being sold.
Born in the nation of Warhawkes, she was never given the chance to fight, as she was taken away from her family by bandits and put up for sale. Sold to an orc, she was blindfolded and taken away to a small hovel, never to step foot outside. As time passed, she would be taken around the premises to fetch water from the lake and sharpen at the grindstone. As she had spent her whole life around one single orc, she took up some of his characteristics – such as being hotheaded, rude, and rather questioning.
Her new master was rather harsh, giving her hours of chores and cleaning to do. If she failed to complete them, she would be punished by the whip. As time passed, she would practice, training herself in hopes to be a warrior when she was set free. Alas, as she grew older, that seemed it would never be. So, one day, when he gave her his weapons to sharpen, she simply smiled, waited for him to turn, then swung the axe at his head. It was over in seconds, and she found it rather funny that it would be so easy. Afterwards, she took up her few belongings and set out, having zero social skills and no idea what would come.