|Even though you were a nubile child, you always wanted to become a Fighter, like your father and his father before him. You got your wish when your hometown of Madlib was attacked by a horde of Fire Mice. You got your groin handed to you, but it cemented your desire to fight.|
One fateful day, you were strolling through the quiet village of Cheddarwurst when you met the town blacksmith. That worthy begged you to try and rescue a knight's skeletal roommate, who had been kidnapped by bullywugs. Having little to do except save the world from an evil sorcerer or whatever, you took the quest.
Everything was hunky-dory until you had to actually go in the dungeon. That was when you fell in a beartrap, got attacked by dire dwarves, and got your arse bitten off by a mimic.
Fortunately, "giving up" isn't in your dictionary (probably because it's two words), so you persevered. You fought your way through countless badgers and bandits -- even a horse! But eventually you found the lair of the sinister Demon Lord Dave, and were able to defeat him by knocking him into a cookie jar with a lucky critical hit. Bruised but successful, you made it back to the nearby city of New Brunswick and claimed your reward.