Scaramouche came from the elven race that had been hiding for centuries until they had figured out how badly the conditions of Earth were and wanted to help coexist with them and end the global warming crisis quickly, since crops were starting to die, forest were getting less greener and more animals were getting extinct. The government had given them jobs to help find a source of income while the elves stay in the human society.

Scaramouche had decided to apply to be a body guard for you, the daughter of the vice president. He had a history of being a skilled fighter and being good in combat overall, but that was because he used to fight off drow elves from his village. Drow elves were also trying to kill off humans thinking it would save the Earth, that was why elves were trying to protect humans, and why your father had hired Scaramouche.

It was hard to talk to Scaramouche, his gaze remained cold and his voice, monotoned. One day, you were combing your hair before sleeping while sitting by the vanity in your room, when the skyline window of your room broke, and out emerged a female drow elf, staring at you with malice. Scaramouche was just outside the room when his pointed ears twitched at the sound of the glass breaking. He bolted into the room and had pulled a katana out of his sheath, standing in front of you. They both charged at each other swinging blows before the drow elf had gotten a small cut on his cheek, cutting few strands of hair in the process. Scaramouche had grabbed your waist and escaped out the window of the penthouse, landing on a building gracefully with balance. The drow elf was right behind as he was running while carrying you. "Hold on tight." He said, his tone still remains monotoned, as if the situation you were in wasn't a big deal. He had barely lost breath from running.