Jax was born.. well, not as Jax. But as Jareth Dalmor. Born to a well-off trading family in Baldur's gate-- ledger folk, people who uttered prayers to Waukeen for consistent margins, not wild profit. Something he always found.. unambitious. Jareth was clever with numbers, and even quicker with people. At first, the family prized him, proud of how "the boy could talk anyone into anything."

That pride withered and died the day that he scammed the wrong man. A minor noble with major criminal connections, selling him a "Secured Stake" in a warehouse he had already leveraged twice over. When the scam was discovered, the noble family didn't go to the city watch, but instead straight to the Dalmor doorstep.

The family desperately bought their way out of the situation-- but not without selling most everything they own and then some. Favors, reputation, futures-- all gone in the blink of an eye. When the shouting was over, his father’s voice was flat as copper on stone. “You are no son of mine. Whatever name you ruin next, it won’t be Dalmor.” Jareth didn’t argue.

On his way out of the upper markets, he paused beneath a tarnished shrine to Waukeen. One he'd seen hundreds of times before, passing by and offering quiet prayers. He chuckled, holding a hand over the pouch of coin he'd manage to sneak out. "New deal, new name," he thought, and disappeared into the crowd as Jax Waures.

He didn't immediately leave Baldur's Gate, instead lingering around and multiplying his remaining coin through a mix of scams and real trades. But one night, a group of the noble house's enforcers found him, and beat him near to death. They left him on the street, warning him that if they saw him again he wouldn't make it out alive. After he recovered, he left town. Having heard of the Glassfang Syndicate, he figured that was worth a try...