You're right--it is fascinating. And I agree that schizophrenia is probably the most common form of mental illness among changelings. So common, in fact, that when I run changelings IMC they will, as a group, be acutely aware of the dangers. Perhaps, like the warforged, changelings struggle with issues of identity; while the warforged wrangle with finding an external identity within societies that fear them, the changelings wrestle with an internal search for identity. Luckily for them, they cannot be truly blank slates, because they have grown up within a culture and are thus socialized within that culture. Likewise, they have parents, and those parents will have instilled some societal norms within them. Both of these things help to shape one's self-identity. The problem is likely that as they assume more and more personas, they distance themselves more and more from their original identity, confusing who they are with who they pretend to be. Perhaps among changelings, quests of the rediscovery of self are synonymous with the search for enlightenment. Surely there is no better goal for a changeling than to keep firmly in mind who she really is. This can even lead to stratification within changeling subculture, as those who are firmly aware of self feel pity for--or scorn--those who are lost in a sea of personalities. Again, the role-playing possibilities are enormous.Kid Socrates said:That seems like it could get really schizophrenic, though -- never having something to fall back on. Yes, those are the personas, but does the changeling even HAVE a real identity, a real personality? Are they more than just a collection of illusions?
It's a fascinating concept, isn't it? I just can't get a handle on them -- and maybe that's the point of the race.
ForceUser said:And I agree that schizophrenia is probably the most common form of mental illness among changelings.
They can have one, especially if you take a errr... darker alignment. My changeling character started as a half-elf dancer in what was essentially a saloon in a Old West style frontier town. The other characters didn't (actually still don't, come to think of it) know that "she" is a changeling. He's doing the Some Like it Hot hiding out from the mob-bosses by disguising himself as a woman.Kid Socrates said:That seems like it could get really schizophrenic, though -- never having something to fall back on. Yes, those are the personas, but does the changeling even HAVE a real identity, a real personality? Are they more than just a collection of illusions?
Patryn of Elvenshae said:Why would changelings necessarily think that? Perhaps those changelings who are so capable of switching into and out of their various characters are actually revered among their kind as being the epitome of changeling evolution. The ability to not only wear another's skin but their mind - and perhaps their soul, as well - is a gift, not a curse.
Kid Socrates said:That seems like it could get really schizophrenic, though -- never having something to fall back on. Yes, those are the personas, but does the changeling even HAVE a real identity, a real personality? Are they more than just a collection of illusions?
It's a fascinating concept, isn't it? I just can't get a handle on them -- and maybe that's the point of the race.
Cassael's Lament said:"...If I may return the question, Niv, what is your story? And what is your place?"
Niv took a long, slow sip of her tal before setting it down on the table and answering. "Now that isn't as easy it would seem. I've lived in Sharn my whole life. Or for all of my lives, I guess you could say. I spend so much time wearing different faces that sometimes, the lines between who I am inside, and who I am at the moment tend to blur after a while. Where does Niv end, for instance, and where does Gorm, the half-orc you met earlier, begin? Is there really a difference between the two? Are they masks that I choose to wear, roles that I choose to play, or different pieces of me that reveal themselves at different times? Multiply that by the number of different names and faces and lives I wear, and I still don't think I'd be ready to begin to answer your question. I suppose its like being an actor on a stage permanently. You know, it's funny; I've heard it said that there are some people who are always alone in a crowd. Well, some of us can be our very own crowd, and still find ourselves alone."
"It certainly sounds like it is a burden for you. Regardless, I would very much like to be able to do what you can do. I know who I am, and who I'm trying to be, but most people will only see me for what they think I am. You are able to make people see you in whatever way you want them to."
Niv looked away, a slight cast of bitterness coloring her laughter as she drummed her fingers on her mug. "But at what price, Autumn? Is it worth it if I wind up losing myself in the process?"
"I don't know, but I think that it's harder to get lost when you have companions with you. Kiva and I look out for each other since our paths crossed. I don't know where I would be if not for her. You don't have to be alone, Niv. No one has to be, if they don't want to."
Niv nodded, lost in thought as she drank her tal. They sat there for a while in silence, alone in the raucous crowd of the tavern.
Singing Smurf said:Mechanically, Changelings are probably the weakest of the new races, at least until they take levels in the Warshaper PrC and gain massive bonuses that they get to use all the time.