"Westerling, of the Westerlings which my father is a lesser noble in this actual city. Now, if you're wondering if that's going to be a liability, let me assure you it shall not. For one I haven't seen my birth parents since I was younger, and secondly..." Cain leaned his head down, muttering  a strange conglomeration of syllables that sounded like they had absolutely no business being within the same sentence. When he looked up again his nose was straight, his eyes were a dark brown color, the stubble on his face was gone, his nose slightly thicker and his cheekbones less prominent. "I have quite a few tricks up my sleeves as well." He shook his head a bit and all of his facial features took the form of himself once again.