Helod was raised by his father, as his mother died of a Typhus outbreak while he was just a young lad. His father worked as a Blades Master at Oles Keep, the keep of the small village in which he lived. At a very young age Helod brandished a weapon, and although being skilled in all blades, preferred the beauty of the humble Scimitar.
At the age of 10 the keep was overrun by goblins, and his father, in attempt to save the many woman and children lost his life. Soon after being brought to a nearby city, the local ministry requested that Helod work there as a page and serviceman, and humbly but reluctantly, Helod left to live at the Chapel of Sarenrae.
Through studious hours of work and divine chants, Helod found a undying love for his god, Sarenrae. Serving her was the void in which he found easiest to apply himself, but still something was amiss. Soon after, Helod decided that it would be best for him to work in the field, as a tool in the hand of Sarenrae. At the age of 19 he prepared to leave, and on his final day was presented by the local ministry with two artfully crafted Scimitars, with a small likeness of Sarenrae on the hilt, and also they gave him a Silver Implement, to wear around his next. Helod left that night, unsure of where to go, but sure that in the hands of Sarenrae nothing could go wrong.
Helod traveled for about one month, all the way to Absalom, seeking companionship and others with similar goals, although not sure of what to expect. At arrival, Sarenrae delivered him to Pathfinder Society. The Society jumped at allowing a skilled Paladin into their ranks, but needed some proof that he is actually a skilled Paladin. So, to prove himself they sent him to the Island of Yune, and may only Sarenrae know his path.
