We still on the "everything is complicated" thing? Because it doesn't get much less so.

[For that, his tone is dry.]

As for the mask...

[She only gets that for a warning before he's drawing his hand down over his face. A mask forms under his fingers, reminiscent of a skull, red stripes to one side. He leaves it for a second and then waves it off to dematerialize.]

I thought I was human. Not so much. Apparently I was born this way, like you said, with everything non-human supressed. One day we tried to wake up some fae magic and got a little more than bargained for. Our soul couldn't handle the strain and split in two. One got the mage power with fae-contract magic, and a little bit of candle spirit. The other got to be the fae and the wierd not-undead daemon.

You get one guess how well that went over and where my name went.