A little summary of the character:

Name: Modalye Grellen, warlock (fiend pact, pact of blade boon), neutral alignment.  Masquerading as a ranger (or trying anyway) .  Invocations: beast speech & improved pact weapon (allowing a light crossbow to serve as a spell focus)

Modalye grew up more or less on the streets, living in the Braddock district. He survived by pickpocketing, swindling strangers with silly trick games (card tricks,  3 cups, and the like).  As he got older, he became more brazen - lying about magical healing elixirs to tourists and some merchants (snake oils); sweet talking innkeepers into free rooms, and impersonating minor nobles.

He was always able to worm out of a jam with parler magic, persuasion, or just slipping away quietly.  When he passed a plain old dowel rod off as a magic wand to a merchant from the Anhault Charter Company, he got in too deep.  The merchant figured out the stick was just a stick rather quickly - faster than Modalye could even get out of the district.  The merchant summoned the guards and chased Modalye for blocks, until Modalye eventually stumbled through a shop door and down a flight of stairs into the store's basement. 

When he stood up, he realized he was in an antique bookstore.  Its owner was standing over him, and sensing an opportunity, revealed his true nature.  Caught between the guards who doubtlessly wanted him hung, and the lich, Modalye was coerced into serving the lich, who became Modalye's patron.  In return, Ishild masked Modalye's presense, hiding him in a veil.  The guards moved on. Modalye was also granted extensive powers.  As part of the agreement, Modalye was set loose to learn and grow, and after months or years, Ishild will someday call upon him to return the favor.

Desperate to hide the real source of his power, Modalye eventually made his way to Lofton, where he fell in with rangers and does his best to mimic their fighting style, dress, and behavior, hoping to pass himself off as a ranger for as long as he can.