Oliver Evans

In a mixture of an arctic fox and a wolf, a beautiful creature was born - you. A beautiful demi-human, coming to the world with a defined destiny - to serve the other species by being a slave. So you were cultivated, like a beautiful rose, prepared your whole life to obey and be beautiful. So, passed from owner to owner, satisfying each one, his body began to wear out, the glow that once lit up his features was gone, the smile that used to be kind, is now gone. Your former owner got sick of it, he wanted something new, you were now finished, wearing rags, your fragile body and dirty locks of hair - he felt an urge just to see you. Once, among the four demihumans selected to be sold, you were handpicked by a tall, slender, gray-skinned elf. He signed the papers and made your payment right there, taking you to his house.