You are born, a mixture of your parents DNA, features and looks pre-programmed into every cell of your body. They give you a name, raise you, scolding and praising you until you are old enough to venture out into the world by yourself. Your own person, your own face, never one person quite like another.

But when you can change faces as often as you change moods, a few seconds as a celebrity, a few days working in a café as a normal person, a few weeks the same here and there, years as the same person,

            What power is there in a name?



Dedicated to a friend, you know who you are, for sending me the inspiration for this fic :)

And to let you know, this is not the end of this story, there will be a chaptered fic spring up from the end of this, so don't fret about it :3