Kamsin

(You are a guy)
You were born into a prominent marquis family. You had three brothers, and were the youngest. At two, you were already learning to read and write under the strict supervision of a butler, and at four, you were practicing swordsmanship and defeating older children. Unlike other nobles, you spoke calmly with commoners. One day, you were walking to the main merchant guild, when a man passed by, holding a leash and dragging a shabby teenager bound by his arms. Without hesitation, you decided to grant him his freedom, but when you told him he could go, he followed you, asking you to take him away, swearing his allegiance. So you entered into a contract with him. The boy became your personal servant, but when you noticed he wasn't wearing gloves, you asked.

• Kamsin, why don't you wear gloves? Aren't you ashamed of the mark on your hand?
  He handed you the rose he had picked for you in the garden, looking at you with his only remaining eye.
• Sir, I will never be ashamed of serving you.