Once a very cut-throat and efficient hired assassin, thief and saboteur, the Tazmos of old would do anything for coin.

He was good at what he did, really good, but the luck of a rogue can only go so far for someone that worked alone. 

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His line of work ensured a lot of enemies were on his tail, and he had done many many hired jobs. It was only a matter of time before he could no longer track whom he'd worked for, leading him to be hired by a previous target's compatriot and instructed right into a trap. 

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Tazmos escape, barely, but not without suffering staggering damage, the most crucial being a crack to his mask. His previous memories draining from the porcelain on his face, leaving him with no clue as to whom he used to be. 

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He's aware now, to some degree, that something bad must have happened because now those skills he has rediscovered are coming in handy to dodge the many victims of his past still very much hunting him. 

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Which sucks because he's taken on watching out for a kid and a lady who's got some serious trauma. It's fine though, he'll do what he must to make sure they live.