I was born in a cave that was cut off from the rest of the world. I grew up without siblings and made my first friend when I was ten years old. A little human boy became disoriented in the woods. I was skeptical of him at the time, but we later became great friends. My parents were assassinated by orcs after some humans lured them into our cave in an attempt to eliminate them. The animals in the caves and the forests rashed me a little bit. I left my comfort zone at the age of 16 to go in quest of other individuals like myself, and that's when I came upon a group of humans known as the Gates of Mordor. They taught me how to hunt and defend myself with daggers, but I had no idea they would abandon me after discovering the orcs' resting place. Since then, I've been on the lookout for the folks who abandoned me there to die. Humans were no longer my companions.
