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I can change that for sure. It was a just a tie in for another AP. I wasn't sure where in Verisia your game was taking place so I left it as an exuse to be in the general vicinity.
Also I needed to pick a new trait. Would you approve of Militia Veteran with Bandons background story? I figure rather than a militia his time as a Marine on a pirate should would count.

Should I tweak the background some? Does it already fit into your campaign?

Oscar Wanderfeet spent his childhood in the city state of Alkenstar where his family like so many halflings had fled to escape slavery. Oscar's father operated a tiny inn with only three guest rooms and a tiny tap room. While it was cramped and smokey Oscar loved it there. Getting on in age he became fascinated with the stories their guests told of the terrifying beasts of the Mana Waste and the lands beyond. He would spend all of his free time and half of time he was supposed to be working listening to men talk of ferocious creatures, narrow escapes and the ancient ruins plundered. It was his dream to bravely venture into these wild lands and see these sights and face these beasts himself.
His parents soon realized that their son was too strong willed to keep cooped up forever. It took them quite some time to save the money to purchase the boy a musket but they found a way. “If'n our little boy's to head into the wilderness then we wont say we didn't outfit him as best we could!” his parents would tell skeptical neighbors. Oscars parents presented the youth with a barely functioning musket. The weapon was in an awful state of repair but he managed and eventually became so familiar with the weapons quirks it was barely an issue. To him it was the greatest of treasures and he cared for as such. Along with his weapons his parents had presented him to his new instructor. A typically gruff dwarf by the name of Ovar Goldfist. Ovar schooled Oscar in the ways of muskets and gunsmithing. Ovar having no skill with handguns left his services as a teacher unwanted for the most part and allowed the Wanderfeet family to hire him for the price of a room and four meals a day.
Oscar was not an amazing student at first and tended to day dream during his lessons. However he learned the basics, and moved on to the more advanced lessons with little trouble. Having decided that he was ready Oscar left his family and his teacher and headed west by riverboat. Upon reaching the Gunworks he sough out to join the local scouts. Proving his skills with his weapon and being such a small fellow they accepted him and put him to work with some of the more experienced scouts. With raids being common on the Gunworks scouts enabled the city to properly prepare for attacks. From these senior scouts Oscar learned to live off the land and to move into and out of terribly dangerous areas. “The most successful mission, is the one where no one knows you were ever there. Avoid firing a shot if you can and make it count if you have to” he would be told time and again. It was during this period that Oscar earned the nickname of Moss. His superiors told him that he was as quiet and inconspicuous as moss growing on a rock. Many times their scouting would take them into the Shattered Range where they could see the lush and green lands far below. The beauty of these lands made a lasting impression and he vowed to leave the desolate wastes of his youth and explore the world.
Life as a scout was not lucrative and left him with little means to travel. Having concluded his agreed upon period of service he scavenged his way to the coast and for the next two years he stowed away on one ship after another, wandering from one exciting port to the next.