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Rex grew up in the bleak fortress city of Kenabres. He grew up in the outer Gate District with his parents and four siblings of which he was the youngest. His oldest brother had been killed during the fourth crusade as a soldier in the service of Kenabres. Rex was proud that his brother died a hero. His sacrifice along with his fellow crusader brothers allowed Kenabres to survive another day.

Rex was determined to join the crusaders once he became of age, however he was told by recruiters that because of his lack of raw strength, he would not be able to join. They advised him to serve the cause in another capacity such as a servant, cook or a quartermaster. None of these occupations however were likely to find any glory for the young Rex.

An undeterred Rex trained on his own, never giving up his dream to join the crusaders. However time after time he was turned away. It was then Rex came up with a plan to show the recruiters just how brave and resourceful we was. He devised a plan to sneak out of the city, under the cover of night and reconnoiter an enemy camp undetected to gather vital intelligence. He would then return to the city and present his findings to the crusaders. With such valuable information, Rex was sure he would be accepted with open arms.

Rex's plan did not turn out as he expected. Once outside the safety of the city, Rex was set upon by a band of cultists. After a brief struggle, Rex was captured and drug back to their camp for an integration and worse horrors. However fate intervened for the young Rex, just as the cultists were ready to start the interrogation, a young woman appeared amongst the cultists. She quickly barked orders at them and a few minutes later Rex was untied. The woman told the cultists names he did not recognize and that he was under their protection. The cultists bowed in supplication to the mysterious woman and quickly left camp. The woman then gave Rex a mischievous grin and told him they should be on their way back to the city. After a few miles with the city walls in sight, she stopped and clasped he pendant that Rex had not noticed before. It was the symbol of the goddess Desna. She told Rex that it was time for he r take her leave, but told him to fear not, a patrol would be by soon to escort him back to the city. Before she left, she handed him a small mahogany box and told Rex to take it, learn its ways, and fulfill his destiny.

Later that day back in the safely back in his home, Rex opened the box. The box contained several small lead balls, a bag of black powder, a thick leather bound tome, and a strange arcane device. Rex had no idea what the device or the items were used for. He quickly read through the manual and learned that the strange device was called a pistol and using a substance called gunpowder the device would discharge one of the lead balls. The wounds it could cause were as deadly as any sword. Finally Rex had a weapon that would make him equal to any swordsman or bowman. Within a few months Rex had mastered the training exercises in the book. He was ready to join the crusade. Again he presented himself and his new arcane device to the recruiters. Rex found disappointment again, as the recruiters laughed at his “toy” and told him to return to his home.

Dejected Rex returned home, not sure what the future will hold for him.

Sebastian grew up a in a minor noble family in the city of Thultanthar better known as the City of Shade. With his family's long exile in the plane of shadow (shadowfell) they became more than just human, they became Shades, true denizens of the plane. Shades were an offshoot of humanity, people who had adapted to living in the shadow over several generations.

During Sebastian's adolescence he had no need for want. He had all the money he needed and lorded over his own personal slaves that were assigned to him by his father. Of course all Shadovar must serve the empire in some capacity, his family determined that Sebastian would make an excellent acolyte to the temple of Shar.

Sebastian took to the training of Shar with zeal. He realized that Shar would lead him to great knowledge, which he would horde and then use to gain power amongst his fellow Shadovar. When his training was nearly complete he was assigned to survey team in the Neverwinter Woods far from Thultanthar. Sebastian at first was dismayed at a posting so far from the capitol. How would he gain power in some back woods digging up old junk. He was certain he was sent by his superiors because they were jealous of his talent.So be it he thought, he would gather his strength and plot their downfall for a later time. After all the teachings of Shar taught patience when hatching a plot. And besides he might find something useful in the old ruins they were searching in.

It did not take long for the young Sebastian to find something. However it was no great item of arcane power it was simply a book. A book called The Way of the Binder. Curious to its contents and to see if it held any great secrets, the young Sebastian took the book back to his quarters. He began studying the book in earnest, what he found amazed him, it was a book about Oghma the god of Knowledge. Oghma taught that knowledge should be shared and no idea squelched. Every man and woman should have their say when making a plan. To Sebastian it was a profound way of thinking, he had been drilled to horde knowledge and lord over your underlings. At first he put the book down in rejection, for Shar was the true path to glory, not some some old god who willing give away his knowledge. However over the next few weeks he found himself going back the book and rereading passages. He knew the actions his people took were not right, they only sought to rule and conquer. They had no interest in fairness only power. All others were to serve.

After a few more weeks of soul searching Sebastian slipped out of camp and made his way to the City of Neverwinter. There perhaps he could start his life over and spread the world of the Binder. He also hoped that his fellow Shadovar never found him for his punishment would be painful indeed.

I did add a bit to my background about having Sandru offering a caravan guard job, but not taking one as of yet.

The only things I need to finish are calculating skills and buy equipment.

Thanks for looking.

Engir eagerly participated in raids sponsored by the Chief of their settlement against other nearby settlements for food and livestock.
During one of the raids, Engir accidentally killed the son of the chief whose settlement they were raiding in an unarmed brawl. The chief of the settlement demanded a blood payment for the loss of his son. Engir knowing that his days were numbered, quickly slipped out of town before justice was delivered. He arrived in Jol a few days later quickly finding work as a caravan guard. It was the perfect way to slip out of town quickly with the caravan heading south to Magnimar.

The journey south was rather uneventful until they were just outside of the town of Sandpoint when a large goblin force stuck the small caravan. The caravan guards, along with Engir, were quickly overwhelmed and the caravan was sacked. Engir awoke the next day some how overlooked by the goblins. He made his way into Sandpoint downtrodden and sullen. He felt he was cursed and not even close to being warrior king like he dreamed of as a boy. Since he has arrived in Sandpoint, Engir found a room at the Rusty Dragon. He quickly began drinking his way down to his last copper piece.

Brodrick “the Younger” was trained in swordsmanship, forestry and hunting by his overly eager Father. Brodrick however had no real interest in any martial or ranger skills. He would rather read about nature in a dusty old tome. He enjoyed any subject no matter how obscure or trivial. Brodrick sensed his Father was disappointed and would make an attempt to please him. Of course it never went well and they spent many hours arguing why Brodrick did not enjoy the life of a woodsman. After a few years of impasse, Brodrick's Father found a new person to train, his younger sister Eliza. Eliza took to the skills of a ranger, like a fish takes to water. Finally Brodrick had found peace from his overly eager Father. He was free to study has much as he pleased.

However Brodrick's life of quite study did not last long after Eliza completed her training. Shortly thereafter she left Magnimar with fellow companions to seek adventure and fortune. Once again his Father tried to persuade him to train. Brodrick would not hear of it and decided he himself would pack his bags and leave like his Sister.

After leaving, Brodrick realized that he had little chance of survival without companions. He rejected the notion of returning home and being even more of a failure to his Father. It was then Brodrick noticed, that he was standing at the doors of the Deadeye Lodge, a temple dedicated to Erastil. Brodrick took the event as a divine sign from Erastil. His family had worshiped Erastil for generations. He presented himself to the church staff and petitioned to become a member. At first the church staff were a bit leery of taking on Brodrick, due to his dislike of being outdoors. They soon realized that Brodrick loved to do any sort of paperwork that the church needed done. Brodrick's love of books allowed the church staff to spend more time in the wilds outside of Magnimar. Brodrick was then initiated into the clergy of Erastil as an Acolyte. Finally Brodrick had found his place in the world.

Character link here Genji Starchild

I did a small update to my background on how Genji decided on a last name. Basically to honor the stars and Desna.

And I swapped my Dex and Str.

Still need to finish gear, but I'll do that if picked. And make any other adjustments you may want.

Thanks!

Feats: Improved Initiative (Lvl 1)
Traits: Exchange Agent, Stoic Optimism
Favored Class: Oracle (+1 HitPoint)
Skills Purchased (5): 1 Rank each in Heal, Knowledge (Religion),Knowledge Geography, Perception, Spellcraft
Spells Known: 0th Level x 4, 1st Level x2,
Spells per Day: 0 Level x Unlimited, 1st Level x4

DEFENSE

AC:15, Touch 10, Flat-footed 15 (+5 armor, +0 Dex)
hp 11 (1d8+2)
Fort +2, Ref +0, Will +4 (+2 vs fear effects)
CMD 11
Acid Resistance 5, Cold Resistance 5, Electricity Resistance 5

OFFENSE

BAB +0; CMB 11;
Spd 30 ft.

Melee Weapons:
Light Mace: +1 1d8+1/x2 B [4lbs] (5gp)

Missile Weapons:
Sling: +0 1d4+1/x2 50ft B

other tbd
Cleric Vestments [6lbs] (free)
Gold: 125
Capacity: 50/51-100/101-150

[spoiler=Spells Known]
Level 0:
Detect Magic,
Create Water,
Read Magic,
Stabilize,

Level 1:
Bless,
Protection From Evil,
Cure Light Wounds (Bonus)

Aasimar:
Celestial Resistance: Aasimars have acid resistance 5, cold resistance 5, and electricity resistance 5.

Skilled: Aasimar have a +2 racial bonus on Diplomacy and Perception checks.

Spell-Like Ability (Sp): Aasimars can use daylight once per day as a spell-like ability (caster level equal to the aasimar's class level).

Traits and Feats:
Exchange Agent: Knowledge Geography, gain a +1 bonus trait and is a class skill.
Stoic Optimism: +2 trait bonus on saving throws vs. fear effects.
Improved Initiative: +4 Bonus to Initiative Checks.

Genji knew little of her past except a for few fighting moments being held against her will in a dark and damp cell. Did her jailers want her because her eyes were made of gold. Or because she had the ability to heal the sick with the force of her own will. They had called her Starchild. If she had been of the stars, she was certainly earth bound now.

The man known as Zenarch found her soon after she awoke in the strange city. She found it odd, the man could understand her. And he did not beat her when she spoke. After she recovered and gained strength, Zenarch taught her the language of the earth bound and named her Genji. The name struck her like a lightning bolt and she remembered something pleasant for the first time since her awakening, she was devoted to the Lady of the Stars, Desna. Of course it was so clear now, Genji was one of the stars in the constellation named after Desna. It was as if she always had this name. Perhaps she had.

After some time, Zenarch told her that she was well and must forge her destiny, but he would give her no clues. She of course pleaded and prodded, but Zenarch would say nothing. Only that soon she would know. He told her to look to the stars for guidance, Desna would show the way for it was not for him to say. The next day Zenarch said his goodbyes and took his leave, he pressed some coins into her hand as he left.

For the next several days Genji stayed in the room not sure what to do. At night she would open a window and peer at the stars looking for a sign. None came. She then decided it was time to go and seek her destiny.

She wandered for a few months until she found the Pathfinder Society. At last she felt like she belonged somewhere. After a few training assignments, she was told to report to the Pathfinder Lodge in Magnimar. Weeks later she arrived on the docks of Magnimar ready to seek her destiny.

For everyday wear, Genji wears her cleric vestments of Desna, a rich deep purple and blood red gown. When she is expecting battle she dressed in scale mail and welds her mace. She wears little for adornment, only a golden necklace in the shape of Swallowtail Butterfly, the holy symbol of Desna.

Brodrick “the Younger” was trained in swordsmanship, forestry and hunting by his overly eager Father. Brodrick however had no real interest in any martial or ranger skills. He would rather read about nature in a dusty old tome. He enjoyed any subject no matter how obscure or trivial. Brodrick sensed his Father was disappointed and would make an attempt to please him. Of course it never went well and they spent many hours arguing why Brodrick did not enjoy the life of a woodsman. After a few years of impasse, Brodrick's Father found a new person to train, his younger sister Eliza. Eliza took to the skills of a ranger, like a fish takes to water. Finally Brodrick had found peace from his overly eager Father. He was free to study has much as he pleased.

However Brodrick's life of quite study did not last long after Eliza completed her training. Shortly thereafter she left Magnimar with fellow companions to seek adventure and fortune. Once again his Father tried to persuade him to train. Brodrick would not hear of it and decided he himself would pack his bags and leave like his Sister.

After leaving, Brodrick realized that he had little chance of survival without companions. He rejected the notion of returning home and being even more of a failure to his Father. It was then Brodrick noticed, that he was standing at the doors of the Deadeye Lodge, a temple dedicated to Erastil. Brodrick took the event as a divine sign from Erastil. His family had worshiped Erastil for generations. He presented himself to the church staff and petitioned to become a member. At first the church staff were a bit leery of taking on Brodrick, due to his dislike of being outdoors. They soon realized that Brodrick loved to do any sort of paperwork that the church needed done. Brodrick's love of books allowed the church staff to spend more time in the wilds outside of Magnimar. Brodrick was then initiated into the clergy of Erastil as an Acolyte. Finally Brodrick had found his place in the world.

Personality:
Schnelthek has a rather dour no nonsense outlook on life like most of his race. As most Svirfneblin live hard lives in the deeps of the earth, battling horrors that most surface folk think are just things of nightmares and tales of old women. There is little time for mirth or play, occasionally Svirfnebin like their surface cousins can engage in merry making with close friends and so to can Schnelthek. However business is always first, be it either warfare, scouting, forging or gem cutting. Work certainly must be attended too! One thing Schnelthek is sensitive about is his large pointed ears, to which many of his peers enjoyed teasing him about while they were youths (and some still do). Which made him a bit sullen and did not make many friends in his homeland. Once others in the party chip through his dour, no nonsense and non stop work ethic, they will find Schnelthek a loyal friend. Until that time he will seem like a rock in the corner that nobody notices.