Drakon Stra’Elloun

[Drakon Stra’Elloun]

Name: Drakon Stra’Elloun (He hates his last name, and wil not admit having one.)
Race: Human
Class (2 lvl): Druidic Avenger
Allignment: Neutral Evil
Hit Points: 2d8+1(9p)
Base Attack/ Grapple: +1/+3
Attacks: Quarterstaff +3 Melee (1d6+3) or Quarterstaff +1/+1 Melee (1d6+2/1d6+1).
AC: 16 (+3 Dex, +3 Hide)
Statline: Str 14, Dex 16, Con 12 Int 4, Wis 14, Cha 6
Saves: Fort +5 Refl +2 Will +5
Skills: Handel animal 3 Ranks, Knowlengde (Nature) 3 Ranks, Survival 4 Ranks
Feats: Two Weapon Fighting, Track
Special/Class Abilities: Nature Sense, Rage 1/day, Wild Empathy, Woodland Stride, Spells
Equipment: Spiked (Could the spaikes made of bone and cost the same.) Hide (The hide is made from dried humanoid skinns) Armor, Crude crafted Oaken Quarterstaff, Pouch, Necklace of bones, tooth and animal sybols (Hoy Symbol, Wooden), Rags (Peasant's Outfit), Rope Hemp (50ft), Pouch 4x.
Gold: About 30gp in gems if posible.
Spells Prepared:
Lvl 0 (4x) (DC12)
2x Cure Minor Wounds
1x Create Water
1x Know Direction
Lvl 1 (3x) (DC13)
2x Shillelagh
1x Goodberry
Languages: Verry Bad Common, druidic
Religion: God
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Before you stands a almost large human, he has a hide armor that looks like it's made of dry human skinn, and ribs pointing outwards. He has bloodred eyes that stare at you, making you beleave that your his next prey. He wares a crude crafted oaken quarterstaff thats coverd in dried blood.

Background:
It all began 42 years ago when a mage called Frandor Stra’Elloun and his wife Tanda gave birth to a son called Treo. Treo was a nice young man who loved the city he lived in and had a crush on a local girl called Hersa. Although there was one problem, Frandor and his family are of royal blood and the love between Treo and Hersa wan unacceptable for Frandor and he forbid them to be with each other. But love gets where it shouldn’t be and in one day Hersa became pregnant, this was a mistake and Frandor didn't want to ruin his sons and, more important, his reputation and abducted Hersa and took her to the forest where he left her tied up in a small hut. Treo who didn’t know this searched for his love but of course he couldn’t find her and her unborn baby.
As month went by and Treo went more and more desperate to find his love, he took of to look deeper in the woods, and then he found her but she wasn't dead at all, she was accepted in a pack of Grey Renders who took care of here as if she was one of their own she was well fed by the renders. But Treo who wasn't accepted by the grey Renders ran for his life. But the screams of Hersa helped and after a few tries the Renders left Treo alone and the weren’t hostile towards him anymore. So came that Treo and Hersa both became accepted in the pack and they both became more beastly, until a point that they even went hunting with the renders and killed a man from the village they used to live in. Short after they gave birth to a son, that son was Drakor. Drakor grew among the renders and among the render whelps, so he learned to be strong and harsh to survive the playful fights that the render whelps had. He also learned a few words common from his parents. But then when a hunt of the renders killed an other commoner from the village the villagers decide that it was enough and they hired a party of adventurers to kill the renders and their whelps, and so happened that Drakor saw his whole 'family' of renders killed by adventurers hire by the village of his grandfather, who put his mother and father in this mess. Luckily for Frandor the citizen and adventurers didn't recognise Treo and Hersa so they where killed while mistaken for half-breed. Drakor however escaped, he ran towards the depths of the forest and kept on running till he saw a altar with a man standing next to it, that man was dressed in a hide made of human skins that where dried in the sun to harden and the man had a necklace made of humanoid under jaws.
This man was Rector a druid from the Wrath’s Judgement Clan, they hunt down humanoids that have done great injustice to other humanoids or animals and they let them suffer in horrible ways. Leaving no option of torturing unused. As Drakor neared Rector with great caution Rector spoke to him with a calming voice and totally calmed Drakor down. He took care of the young human child and raised him as a son of himself, but he learned him an other thing, tracking down humanoids who did great injustice. After 10 years of training in the clan community and only needing to speak one language and ling in great tranquillity with the animals of the wood Drakor decided to travel on in the wide world and mutilate those who has done injustice, leaving no potion unused.
So he first headed to the village his father and mother used to live in and he walked in as a normal commoner ignoring the odd looks of the others he walked straight to the house of his grandfather and closed the door behind him. After a few second the other villagers could hear the old man emit terrible screams of pain and agony. And no one really know what happened in the house but when Drakor left the house there was no track of Frandor anymore, and nobody ever saw him again. Some say that he has fled, some say that he was send to an other dimension, but Drakor knew what really happened, and that was that he didn't need to eat for a week....

From then on Drakor walk’s the world, trying to punish the unjustfull, and torturing them in gruesome ways, leaving almost no trace of him being there....