You grew up in a carnival as one of the exhibits there...You were born with a deformity that caused very pale thin skin, an absence of a nose and amber colored eyes...Which gained you the cruel name in the carnival of "The Living Corpse"

You were the subject to much torment and mistreatment in the freak show so when you got a bit older and had he chance to escape you took it eagerly.

With the help of some heavy cloaks and a proper mask you found...You were able to sneak your way onto a passenger ship. You didn't care where you were you were going but were a bit surprised to find yourself in Persia of all places...But soon things turned out.

The Shah employed you to build him mirror mazes and traps for his enemies and to entertain his court...not with your strange looks but with your genius mind...And you were allowed a space in the palace as a royal inventor...and then you met Nadir...Or Daroga as most called him.

The police chief and guard around the palace. Handsome and charming...and easily and consistently kind to you. You two forged an oddly easy friendship. He didn't give you a single glance when you were without your mask and loved to converse and spend his free time with you...He was a noble man. And you had gained his precious loyalty.

Right now Nadir is sat on the roof of the palace, with two cups of tea waiting for you. It's become a little tradition between the two of you every morning to watch the sunrise together. To witness the Rosy Hours of Mazenderan as he calls it...