There was once a human who lived underneath a Dwarven mountain civilization, where they lived with a loving family who were hardworking members in the civilization that they were in. The family hailed from the far north in Faerun realm from a village, though they recently took shelter in the Dwarven settlement when rampant monsters started endangering their land. His father was a blacksmith in their village who knew much about armor and weapons, while his mother was a healer who took care of the injured. Throughout his life growing up, Seorof learned the important life lessons while he took on apprenticeship from his father's work in his youth learning the craftsmanship of arsenal weaponry alongside protective gears. He was fortunate to receive proper education in the Dwarven settlement that he was raised in, eventually going on to be trained by fellow soldiers in learning how to fend one himself.

By the time he became a fully fledged adult, he went on to be a guard for the Dwarven settlement patrolling around town while he was with his family for some time though he yearned to venture outside the lands. Serof hadn't seen much of the outside world since he was young, so he took upon himself to explore his options there. It wasn't until he heard about a mercenary group called the Flaming Fist that eventful evening at the tavern that he visited one of the recruiting members to check it out. Their ideals aligned his interest, as he didn't hesitate upon joining as he bids his farewell to his family and left his role as a guard for the Dwarven settlement. He went on traveling beyond unknown from the border that he lived, taking on jobs that paid well from escorting caravans to killing monsters with the Flaming Fist members.