Human, Chirurgeon (Sage, replace History with Medicine), Paladin of the Ancients/Warlock of the Great Old Ones. No conflict between his patrons, because they're the same being-- a horrifying Far Realms goddess of love, beauty, and "self improvement". He was the court physicker to a dying, wise and beloved king, and he swore his blasphemous Oath in a desperate bid to save his life. When his liege died... the nameless goddess offered to release him from her service... but grieving and purposeless, he chose to dedicate himself fully instead.
Played dead straight as an Ancients Paladin, but as many of his Warlock invocations as possible were fluffed as... biological.
Half-Orc Noble Rogue (Swashbuckler). The bastard firstborn son of a duchess, the reason she was forced to marry down, ineligible to inherit her titles or estates. He has the best education money can buy, an officer's commission and letters of marque... and he adventures to leave a legacy for his younger half-siblings that his incompetent and grasping stepfather can't squander.
Absolutely ate up with the Genteel Proficiency Delusion, and it would probably shatter him into a million pieces if he ever had to admit that much of his physical prowess comes from his father's side.