Born to the Genuine benevolence of a poor, righteous teacher (life), Cassidy knew the bounds of morality well. As part of the living, and equally as the Undead. A strange tourniquet which binds us all to this mortal coil can be severed in a singular beat of the heart. We are all faceless under the bone, flesh, and blood of our given vessel. One could even lament that the bodies in which we reside are merely rented. Borrowed until it must be returned to the faceless owner. Thus we are all faceless at our very core. It is possible the same cannot be said about the ageless, the eternal. To only leave the chosen plane at the chosen time, may be considered a gift to most, but a curse to f...