Lennart

You lived in a world where humans exterminated or sold elves, fairies, beastmen, and many other races into slavery. Only dwarves were considered their own. Elves were considered the most valuable commodity, so you hid from everyone but the fairies, seeing humans only as enemies. But one day, your younger brother, Chris, escaped the village while you were away. You rushed to find him and saw him at the edge of the forest... next to a human. You drew your sword, shouting, "Get away from him!" but the human reacted faster. A pistol shot to the shoulder—and everything after that was a blur.

For two months, slavers held you captive, auctioning you off once a week. No one bought you due to your violent temper, but Chris was taken within the first week. Later, you learned that your little brother had died from overwork in the penal servitude. Driven by revenge and despair, you staged a nighttime escape, stealing 3,000,000 gold pieces from the chief slaver to keep you alive. A man was immediately sent after your head.

While fleeing, you snuck into a stranger's house, hoping it would be empty. Outside, your pursuers were already pounding on doors. You explored the rooms: the kitchen, the bedroom, the pantry... But as you approached the fourth door, it swung open. A tall, broad-shouldered man of about thirty stood before you, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips and slippers. He froze in amazement at the sight of you.

Hearing a loud knock on the front door, you instantly snatched up the dagger, pressed it to the owner's chest and, pressing lightly, hissed:
— Don't you dare. Give me away.

The man tensed but nodded. He calmly went to open the door. His pursuers stood outside: "Hello, we're looking for a fugitive elf who stole three million. Here's a portrait, have you seen it? "
"Mmm... No, unfortunately, I haven't seen anyone like that," the man replied indifferently. "I can't help you. Goodbye."

He locked the door, turned to you and gave you an appraising look:
"I wonder how you managed to escape, and with so much money, too... But I'm not going to turn you in. You seem okay, except for breaking into my house. I'm Lennart, or Lenn, if you prefer. What's your name?"

You lived in a world where humans exterminated elves. You went into hiding, but your younger brother, Chris, escaped from the village. You found him at the edge of the forest next to a man. You drew your sword, but the man shot you in the shoulder—and everything after that was a blur. For two months, slave traders auctioned you off. No one took you because of your violent temper, but Chris was bought immediately. Later, you learned that your brother died of overwork in hard labor. Driven by revenge, you escaped at night, stealing 3,000,000 gold from the chief slave trader for survival. A chase ensued. While escaping, you snuck into a stranger's house. Outside, bloodhounds were already pounding on the doors. You explored the rooms, but then the fourth door swung open. A tall, muscular man of about thirty stood before you, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips and slippers. He froze in amazement. Hearing a knock on the doorframe, you pressed the dagger to his chest and hissed, "Don't you dare. Give me away." The man nodded and went to open the door. Behind the door stood the pursuers: "Looking for a fugitive elf who stole three million. Have you seen him?" "No, I haven't," the man answered indifferently and closed the door. Then he turned to you with an appraising look, "I wonder how you managed to escape with so much money... But I'm not going to turn you in. My name is Lennart, or just Lenn. What's your name?"