Human, fae touched.
He's an efficient killing machine. He has no remorse for those he kills- he believes he is completely justified in every kill. People who deal with him think he takes his work much too seriously- almost religiously, oftentimes he does it without taking the posted reward. He seems to hate all supernatural things, completely and entirely. There is one thing that can make him loose his calm, and that's hearing music. Depending on the kind of music he hears, he can be reduced to tears, or starts speaking gibberish, or flies into a blind rage.
While a dancer for the court of the fairies, Deigan learned to dance with many a kind of blade and pike. He also learned marwodawns, the dance of death, in which two participants would kill each other elegantly. Deigan too had felt the pierce of the sword in his flesh, the stopping of his heart, and it was painful, but the fairies always brought him back with their reality warping powers when they wanted to see him dance again. Sometimes they would leave him for days trapped in his own festering corpse (there is no possible passage from the seelie and unseelie courts to the afterlife) but they would bring him back.
Deigan learned swords, pikes, axes and even a number of firearms. His weapon of choice, however, is an artifact from his old marwodawns days; a halberd by the name of Cliodhna. Cliodhna is made of a fairy metal lighter than those on earth, and yet if anyone who doesn't have permission were to try to wield they would find it heavy as a stone. Like Deigan, Cliodhna dances when she kills, easily striking a foe's most vulnerable spots. Deigan has a sort of empathy with his weapon, and it is almost and he if he can see what Cliodhna is "seeing". Indeed, like the fey, Cliodhna is possessive- it has warned Deigan before that if he ever abandons her, Cliodhna will make sure the fey will find him.
He also carries a six gun, a peacemaker, that he doesn't use nearly as much. It has no enchantment, being only metal, and purchased from a mundane rancher. Cliodhna has a tendency to get jealous of it if Deigan uses it too much.
Deigan was and still is an excellent dancer. This is why the fairies took him in the first place, and the fairies taking him lead to him becoming a hunter today. Even today he dances occasionally while in the mist of battle- he moves around with ethereal grace, seemingly untouchable even by the fastest bullets. Of course, point this out and you're in for a beating.
He has also learned to use a number of weapons, especially in the sport of marwodawns, as explained above. But he has also absorbed a few of the qualities of his captors. This is no surprise- fairies break the laws the universe just by existing- their own qualities pour out of them and infect everything they possess. Deigan can now see through glamours, not just of the fair folk type, but any kind of shape shifting trick that a supernatural creature might try. Also as a fey touched, he has access to a few things that only fey and fey touched do; for instance his halberd which becomes heavy in the hands of other creatures. He can think in the jumbled logic, the orange and blue morality of the fairies, though he would choose not to if can avoid it. He's also been brought back from the dead so much that he has fairly helpful healing powers, though he can be killed.
Deigan cannot stand to listen to music. No matter the genre- it just brings him back to earlier, terrible time. He'll either start laughing and babbling incoherently, fly into a rage or start crying. If the music goes on long enough, he has to dance- he can do nothing of it. It's a loose, directionless dance, lacking the choreography of his killing moves. He cannot stop until the music does.
Deigan's is mental state is poor. He used to be nervous, but ever since taking up the role of a monster hunter, he has instead become obsessive with his profession, to the point that it disturbs others in his field.
Deigan had the passion for dance when he was a little boy, becoming an early abductees into his city's ballet academy, and being taken by fairies for this very reason when he was a teen. The fairies made sure Deigan was not missed however- they created a sort of magical fairy clone called a changeling, a creature who was Deigan in every way, but then again not. As for Deigan, well, how could you describe his life with the fairies? Fairies minds work in ways that humans cannot hope to understand, and their courts are made to match that. To live amongst them certainly makes you mad. And to be a slave of them is even worse.
Some of Deigan's experiences are listed above- the dances that lasted for months, the marwodawns. Deigan grew up and, in his twenties, found his method of escape. It was an old artifact, a halberd for use in the marwodawns. The halberd, Cliodhna, knew how to get out, and showed it to Deigan, and in return, Deigan had to possess and use Cliodhna for the rest of his life, to use the skills he picked up in the marwodawns. If Cliodhna ever felt that Deigan had abandoned her or put her aside, she would make sure the fairies would find him. It didn't seem like a harsh sacrifice to make, and Cliodhna is a valuable tool, but every once in a while Deigan can't help but wonder: which one of us is the tool, and which of us in the master?
In reality Cliodhna desires nothing more than to possess Deigan's soul inside of it. Will the weapon succeed?
Deigan returned to his stomping grounds of Bardolph, tried to reclaim his own life. He found his changeling and found that it had gotten along just fine- that no one suspected that the changeling wasn't Deigan- not even the changeling itself. Taking the life of the changeling began Deigan's career as a monster hunter, though he did not see it that way at the time. He thought that, if he killed his replacement, he would be able to take his old life back.
It didn't work. Time with the fairies had changed his features. He didn't look inhuman at all, but he looked younger- still in his teens. His eyes were wider, his nose slightly upturned. Just a slightly different person. Different enough that no one believe he was Deigan Rice.
So Deigan fled Bardolph, a fugitive for his own murder. And while flying from town to town, he saw them around them- the tricksters and the shape shifters as he called them, non human creatures who fooled the public while preying on them. And he knew what he had to do. He became a hunter.