A hostage situation had occurred within the phoenix kingdom. A gang of orcs managed to kidnap a noble woman elf and held her for ransom. During the time the leader of the gang ended up raping the elf and somehow the orc sperm and elven egg were compatible and you were conceived. In the end of that encounter most of the orc gang ended up either dead or in prison with who knows what happened to your father. When your mother got back to her home though she quickly noticed she was pregnant and knew where it was from. Considering the whole planet was pretty very pro-life considering souls aren't that plentiful, abortion wasn't an option. Then again if the baby came then it would be fairly scandalous. When you were born it was melancholic for your mother as she saw beauty in you, but also knew that for the sake of her family legacy you couldn't exist in the eyes of the public. Your elven family did have a plan for you though. It wasn't a very glamorous life, but it would distance you from your family in the eyes of the public. Born a boy half orc half elf you were "sold" to an "underground" gladiator arena. In reality your family spent a decent amount of money to make sure you were properly raised and cared for during your "indentured servitude", and while the arena was frowned upon by many and was technically illegal many came to see the fights, it was televised, and it brought in a lot of tourist money so as long as the contestants were "willing participants" the arena was legal enough for the police to "look the other way".
As far as you could remember you were basically tasked with feeding some of the less dangerous animals, cleaning up the blood after any potential corpses were cleared out, and help keep track of some of the finances (which were double checked and counted as "education"). During the day you got your meals of fairly well seasoned slop but slop nonetheless. As you grew up you were enthralled in fighting in the arena although somewhat contradictory didn't enjoy the killing. When you were 16 you managed to convince one of the gladiators to give you some lessons through sparing. Two years latter you managed to convince one of the managers to let you into the arena. You were a legal willing participant and technically the contract your family made was till you came "of age" so now the managers had no reason to say no and you were sent into the arena. Right before the match you got ready and looked into the mirror. Your skin was an odd pale grey, and you had some blond hair. Your ears were a little more pointy than normal for an orc, but for some reason you always felt smaller than the other orcs. Going into the arena sword in hand you went out to fight.
The fight was quick as your opponent was quickly able to disarm you which left you fighting fists against a sword. With adrenaline going through your veins you threw a punch with the thought "Weaken him" going through your mind. When your fist connected a few magic sparkles appeared for a split second. Your opponent chuckled and said "Was that a punch!?!" then started to feel an odd tingling go through him as he started to...