Alignment: Lawful Evil
Attack Bonus: + 7
Range: 50 ft
Damage: 2d4 + 5
Attack Bonus: + 4
Damage: 1d8 + 4 (using two-handed)
Attack Bonus: + 7
Range: 100 ft
Damage: 1d8 + 5
Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 8
Knowledge (Geography): 8
Knowledge (Nature): 8
Perception: 12 (+3 from Bracers of Falcon’s Aim)
Languages: Common, Elven, Varisian, Sylvan, Hellit, Orc
Rosewood Armor: +2 AC
Buckler: +1 AC
Bracers of Falcon’s Aim (+3 to perception checks, +1 to attack rolls with bows and guns, and crit chance expanded to 19-20 with the aforementioned weapon types)
“Monster Hunting Supplies”
Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Firearms)
Low Light Vision
Elven Immunities: Immune to sleep effects, +2 against enhancement spells and effects
Favored Enemy: Magical Beasts
+2 bluff, knowledge, perception, sense motive, and survival checks against favored enemies
Track: Add 1/2 level to survival checks
Thane Dawnstar was born to a poor family of elven descent in the city of Morcei within the county of Lozeri. Though his peers referred to him as a genius, he was enthralled by the mysticism of nature and wildlife rather than academics. He would sneak out and travel to Shudderwood to a small hut that he created himself to hide from the werewolves in the area. Even though he was forbid to go to the area because of the danger that awaited in those woods, he couldn’t resist.
On one of the trips to the Shudderwood, he came across a falcon perched on his abode, and played with it for hours. After deciding it was time to go, he departed back to Morcei with his newly acquired friend. Once he arrived back home, his family (a large one at that) was suspicious of his recent activities and where he found a falcon that was so attached to him, but the generous parents that they were, his parents decided that he could keep the bird whom he named, Claw.
10 years past, and in that time he had adopted the nickname Falcon, donned upon him by his brother, Kael. Just as life enters the world, so must it eventually depart. Claw, Falcon’s closest and best friend, had died. Completely distraught, Falcon turned to books to keep his mind off of his loss, but instead of reading about spells, history, or alchemy, he read of monsters and magical beasts.
Roughly 40 years later, now an adult, and bored of thievery, taking on jobs to gather information for people around the town (and even the county), and being the occasional “Knife in the Dark,” Falcon set off to the forests he had snuck off to as a kid, to pursue his long love of the forest. As he approached his abode of old, he found it dismantled, and replaced by a larger stone building (approximately 20 ft by 20 ft).
Curious, he approached the building silently. As he peered in a window, he saw an empty, what appeared to be den used to store all manner of weapons and tools used to kill the creatures he read about as a kid. Using the tricks he had gathered within the city, decided to sneak in and steal some supplies for his own. As he went to a table to gather his loot, he heard a click one foot away from the back of his head. “That doesn’t belong to you…” Falcon turned to see a tall, bearded man pointing a wheellock pistol right at him.
And as these stories go, the man took in Falcon as his apprentice thought to be for around two years. During this time, while being a monster hunter’s apprentice, he had never actually killed a monster. During a training session, just outside the building, the two were attacked by a werewolf, Ripsnarl, whom had been giving them some trouble the past couple days as he was the hunter’s next targets, but he had evaded them multiple times.
The skirmish ended, all a blur to Falcon. He saw an arm of Ripsnarl laying on the ground next to his mentor, who also lay on the ground grabbing his shoulder. Falcon pulled out his pistol. “Boy… I don’t think this is going to end well for me. Let’s wrap this up.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Falcon pulled the trigger. Taking what he needed from the building, he left for Tamrivena, a place away from family. Swearing to return for Ripsnarl.
Now, a trained monster hunter, Falcon looks for work. He will accept any contract that he deems worthwhile, apathetic to the “moral consequences” and is willing to kill anyone, or anything given the right amount of money (thus earning him the “Evil” alignment). While he may have this seemingly wrong/evil way about him, he will adhere to the contract laid out before him to its exact specifications (thus earning him the “Lawful” alignment). Once he is signed to a contract, he is extremely loyal to his contractor(s), until his end of the bargain is fulfilled.