Doffy is a young Elf of reddish orange hair, short and messy as if enveloping her face in sunset itself. Her face, covered in dark-red scales and scars all over. Her horns, tall and huge like no animal's ever had. Doffy is a child like no other, abrasive and honest yet of good intentions and surprisingly noble heart.
Raised decently away from the big cities amidst the rocky coast of a bay without name, a young elven child found itself lost. No more than three years of age, with no guardians in sight, the young child would have perished had it not been for the helping hand of an orc. The orc, in some sign of compassion and empathy, took in the young child as it's own, raising the frail elf as it's family amidst their small tribe. The child grew, years of development making their skinny and small silhouette even more pronounced against their family's muscular builds and strong hands.
Yet something else she had! The nimble steps of a dancer and a silky voice like no other, she became popular amidst nearby settlers and visitors alike as a great entertainer! And her magic, connected someway to the ocean breeze and storm cloud, making water bend to her mere move as if a river's stream herself. Yet no song, dance or spell could fully convince each and every man, woman and child amidst her little tribe of her full worth, their judging gazes towards her father as he remained quiet on the issue, that such a child could never call herself an orc like any other.
And after years of her people's judgement and prejudice towards her father and herself, Doffy stood up one day in front of eveyone else, shouting like a mad woman: "If you doubt my father's kindness, if you doubt my own strenght, then I pray you remember these words! I shall teach the world my name and come back to sing their songs of it!
And so, a couple years later and barely closer to that goal, Doffy is today a run-of-the-mill adventurer like any other, joining the guild looking to make a difference.