**Race:** Changeling **Gender:** Unknown **White hair** Mud does not know their real name. The hag never used one. She called them whatever amused her in the moment, boy, girl, monster, mimic, mistake. And over time, Mud stopped knowing which face had been theirs to begin with. The hag used their gift cruelly, forcing them to shift for tricks, deceptions, and dark amusements. Mud learned early that being anyone could feel safer than being themselves. So they became whoever was needed. Whoever would survive. The other children gave them the name Mud, after the marsh that could take any shape and still remain itself. It was the first name that ever felt like a gift. When Sordia Vignti found them, Mud asked only one question, “Do I have to keep pretending now?” Now Mud watches people closely, borrows voices without meaning to, and still hesitates before choosing a face each morning. But slowly, for the first time, They are learning they may be allowed to discover who they are, instead of becoming what others demand.