Raised on the border of the chaotic River Kingdoms and Numeria, Falstaff was found abandoned on the edge of the plains. Garret, the Half-Orc Inquisitor of Erastil, took this runt of a pup and adopted him as his own. Garret did his best to instil Erastil’s values in his son, but the wild had already set its claws into the young pup. Mind you, the followers of Ol’ Deadeye are hardly the most civilized folks to begin with.
Garret did manage to instil a tremendous work ethic in his son before he passed away late last year. Falstaff is a cunning hunter, willing to track his quarry over vast distances, running it down not through speed, but through endurance.
Falstaff is, oddly enough, a devout Desnan. His great love is an endless plain of stars above and grass below. That is where he feels alive; Nothing for miles but himself, his Goddess, and his prey. Even simply running across the wide open plains brings joy to his heart. Falstaff also refuses to wear boots, as he feels they cut him off from the landscape, something he is averse from doing.
Falstaff is six foot, five inches tall, with a dark mane of black and grey fur. His fur is thick and healthy, with very few blemishes. His most notable scars are the quartet of circular puncture wounds that he claims are from a manticore (But are actually from the antlers of a strong White-tailed buck), and the trio of vertical scars across his left eye, from when he faced an enormous grizzly bear. Falstaff wears scale mail that he forged under the eye of Garret, who was as self-sufficient as possible. Much of Falstaff’s gear was made by his own paws, or bought from travelling traders or one of the few cities in the River Kingdoms. Falstaff wears a long, hooded dark green cloak in an attempt to make his racial heritage less obvious. It hasn’t worked so far.
Falstaff would be a very affable young man, if only more people would give him the chance. He has been rather lonely of late, and after a bad experience trying to make friends with some children in a village in Ustalav, he is wary of people. However, he is hoping to find a friend, and has been praying to Desna for weeks for a sign, and a friend. It seems that with this letter, Falstaff’s prayers are answered.
