Whoever said that it was easy to be different in a world that wouldn't understand was either lying, or was an idiot. And with “different”, meaning something of an abomination, even amongst their own kin. Marcus was born a mortal, only to be pulled into the faerie realm, tumbled about for a good twenty plus years through torture and servitude, only to escape into the human realm from whence he was taken.

As far back as he could remember, Marcus had always been a great actor, which allowed him a natural progression into one of the city’s best performing arts programs straight out of high school. He wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed, barely making it past many of the core academic classes throughout his childhood, but who needed good grades when you could simply deceive your way out of any situation? The only situation he’d been unable to escape from, however, was that of goblin invasion. Yep, they certainly came out of nowhere, quite literally infact, as a small dimensional portal opened in the far end stall of a restroom at the local theatre where he was to perform that night. But what were they looking for? And why? Marcus had no idea, but as the tall, lean nineteen year old walked toward the urinals to relieve himself of a large lemonade he’d gulped down an hour earlier, they waited for him. Waited. Watched. But not long enough, because midstream, the boy was snatched unawares by four of the half dozen little green, hairy creatures and dragged kicking, screaming, and pissing himself through the portal, which promptly closed behind them.

Marcus woke from his dreamlike state laying on the cold floor of a rusty cage, feeling oddly different, as though he’d had too much to drink and his skin was crawling in several directions. It turned out, he’d had nothing to drink, but his skin and muscle tissue was in fact morphing, reshaping into something, or perhaps someone different. The change was uncontrollable, as he tried to escape the cage, only to keel over in pain each time his body decided to transform into a different creature of relative size. Marcus heard only laughs from outside the cage, realizing he was the center of attention in a room full of strange beings. Each attempt he made to escape the cage was futile, and each shapeshifting episode drew screams of agony.

“What the hell is this?!” He eventually exclaimed between gritted teeth.
There was a moment of silence until a low, raspy voice from the dimly lit room spoke. “This is your tomb, boy.” And what followed was the most heinous guttural laugh he’d ever heard.

Years went by, and Marcus -who was eventually named “Glyph” by his masters- had become somewhat of a performer in the Faerie realm known as Arcadia. He wore many faces and personalities -male and female alike- all of which were honed and crafted to his liking, learning to shapeshift his entire body into many creatures that lurked within the land, as well as mortal guises he’d practiced on his own. Through clever use of innate Glamour and physical transformations, he learned to become that which he appeared as, to the point where he’d fooled even himself on many occasions. The Marcus he knew all those years back was but a shadow, and while he knew that he had not always been amongst the Fae, the fact that he had the capabilities to morph into humans was proof that he was himself once human. And with this knowledge, the actor formerly known as Marcus, would devise a plan to escape back into the mortal realm, and hide from his long time captors.

But how?

Oh, it didn’t long for Glyph to put on the show of his life, and while the audience was dazzled by the illusion who appeared on stage near the very end of the performance, it was the physical being who slipped into the dark forest to search for the hidden gateway that would send him back to the human plane. And so it happened. And upon his exit from Arcadia and entrance into an unknown dark urban landscape, he switched to that of a man in his late thirties, which is about where he would have been had he never left the mortal realm to begin with.

It was time for him to reclaim his independence after living under the heel of others. But the one question that seemed to linger in his mind was always the same...

“Who am I?”

Made you look ;) actually i have no firm idea on this. Anything that helps the story really

Im thinking Lovecraftian creature like a Shoggoth or something