13 years ago, a bomb used for chemical warfare stranded him on an island and made his face highly toxic and dangerous to anyone within a 5m radius. To fix this, he made a mask out of cloth and has been wearing it for so long he forgot his identity and became a cold, soulless mercenary. Phantom; Late 20’s; Human; Straight; 6’ 2”; 170-180 lbs. He hosts a poker night with the local wildlife every Saturday.