Ophelia was the beautiful, arrogant only daughter of a rich noble. she was born privileged and pampered and loved taking selfies with her enchanted selfie stick. but she was always a little too stubborn. one day, a she was approached by a child, who told her she wasnt as great as his grandfather, who had rescued his grandmother from trolls. Ophelia took offence at this as the years had given her a bit of a superiority complex. she told the kid she could rescue people too if she wanted to, she just didnt feel like helping petty commoners. the child told her she was scared and that was it. she found an adventuring party and used her fathers power to force her way into the party. she hated it. she complained a lot but would not give up. she was completely useless the whole time but at the end of the dungeon they were facing the goblin king. she was cowering in the back of the room as always, taking a magical selfie with her stick, when the goblin king came up to a team member next to her and swatted her stick out of the way. he did this very roughly, and her nail broke. something inside her snapped. she swung her stick and killed the goblin in one hit. she then killed the goblin kings pet wolf and proceeded to dismember the corpse with her bare hands. that was her first rage. she found she quite liked fighting and killing and the awestruck party kept her around. and were careful not to insult her. she still hates camping and will complain but will not give up and will start a fight whenever an enemy ruins her outfit or her hair or insult her looks.