Falcon

*"Aim not for a goal, but for freedom"*

Falcon's mask appeared as a reminder that he doesn't have to sacrifice his freedom for the sake of fulfilling the expectations of others.

### Birthdate

14 December

Falcon is the fourth unlockable Masketeer and the second Attacker. With his grey hair in a bob and his colours deep blue with white and gold accents, his masks depict various types of birds of prey.

## Ultimate

Arrowstorm: Releases waves of arrows that deal 250% damage every 1.4 seconds

## Backstory

Falcon was the only heir to a powerful family whose wealth rivalled nations. His entire life had been planned out for him since before he was born. Forced to follow a strict schedule, Falcon was shuttled from activity to activity with barely any time to rest or think in between.

The only thing he ever looked forward to was his daily walk in the garden, where he would seek put the beautiful canary who sang sweetly to him every morning. Its song was his only escape from the suffocating cage of expectations around him. One morning, as he stepped into the garden, it was strangely quiet. After searching around, he found the canary on the ground with a broken wing. He gently scooped it up but it was so weak, it couldn't even fly away from hands that held it.

Right then, Falcon decided that he could not allow the canary to meet the same fate. Even if Falcon would always be trapped in his cage, at least he can help his little friend fly again. So Falcon hid the canary away in the garden shed, secretly nursing it back to health.

With his help, the canary grew stronger with every passing week. One day, it even began to sing again as Falcon tended to it. It was then that the shed door slammed open. It was his mother, an icy expression on her face as she saw the prized heir of their family wasting his time on a frivolous pet. Then, with a cold smile, she picked up a crowbar and handed it to him. Falcon shuddered when he realized what his mother wanted him to do. He couldn't do it. Not like this. Not when his little friend was so close to freedom.

As Falcon stood there, frozen with he crowbar in his hand, his mother clicked her tongue in irritation. Then she gripped his hand, lifted it into the air, and brought it down in one single, violent strike.

There was a sickening crunch. The sound of something inside Falcon breaking. The dripping crowbar fell to the ground with a crash. A single, stained feather drifted slowly through the air to land on his wet hand.

The canary would never fly again. And so Falcon flew in its place.

Past the door, past the gate, past the bars of the cage that could no longer cage him. He flew faster faster as his vision blurred and his mother's cries faded into the distance. As it began to rain, the sky split open in a long anguished scream.

No, Falcon realized. The scream was coming from him.

Letting out a choked sob, he collapsed in the middle of a puddle, raindrops streaming down his cheeks as they sky wept with him. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was his broken little friend. A blinding flash of lightning streaked across the heavens. Falcon opened his eyes and looked down at the dark, reflective water around him.

The visage of freedom stared back.