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A fellow player used this background. When he told me his story it inspired me to make a song, not sure how to put on here, but here are the lyrics :)

Ballad of the Faceless Wanderer
 
In shadows of the twilight, where the echoes softly sing,  
I tread the path of wanderers, to the songless bells I cling.  
A child lost in whispers, 'neath the moon’s forlorn embrace,  
Cast adrift by kin who vanished, left me in a nameless place.  

Their final words like iron chains, "No one can know who you are,"  
So I wander through the ages, ‘neath the veil of a fallen star.  
With every dawn a new disguise, I dance between the veils,  
Yet in each mask a fleeting truth, my own tale always fails.

I am the shapeshifter, the master of the guile,  
A thousand faces worn like masks, each one a fleeting smile.  
Who am I behind the guise, lost in a ceaseless game?  
No one can know my true self, for I am but a name.

I’ve lived as knight and minstrel, sage and rogue beneath the sky,  
Every role a masquerade, to keep the truth from eyes so sly.  
In courtrooms and in taverns, I am every soul but me,  
But in the mirror's silent stare, I see what I’ll never be.

And oh, the pain of shifting shapes, of memories that stray,  
When the mask I wear grows vivid, and the real me fades away.  
Each persona’s thoughts invade, as shadows of a past unfold,  
Their voices clash and echo, in a mind that’s bought and sold.

I am the shapeshifter, the master of the guile,  
A thousand faces worn like masks, each one a fleeting smile.  
Who am I behind the guise, lost in a ceaseless game?  
No one can know my true self, for I am but a name.

Yet in the silence of the night, when the masks fall one by one,  
I seek a glimpse of who I am, beneath the moon and sun.  
But when the morning comes again, I must hide what I can’t face,  
For in the heart of every mask, I leave an empty space.

The truth is like a fleeting dream, just beyond my grasp,  
As I weave through countless tales, a mere shadow in the past.  
And though the faces grow more bold, the memories intertwined,  
I wonder if in each disguise, a bit of me I’ll find.

I am the shapeshifter, the master of the guile,  
A thousand faces worn like masks, each one a fleeting smile.  
Who am I behind the guise, lost in a ceaseless game?  
No one can know my true self, for I am but a name.

So I wander through the ages, where the echoes softly fade,  
In a world of endless faces, where my truth is ever swayed.  
No one can know who I am, not in the eyes of friend or foe,  
For the changeling’s life is shadowed, in the masks that ebb and flow.