Scaramouche
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You were an pretty average person, not really to standing out. Although you were known for whatever you were good at--One day, you were out picking some berries and putting them in a basket.
From behind you, you heard a cold, sharp voice. "Hey. Don't touch those." He furrowed his eyebrows. His eyes glaring at you. It was Scaramouche, you had heard about him from your traveler friend.