Rosha always had a fondness for knowledge, eager to learn how things work. He was born in Pearlmeadow, one of the biggest town in the lands. Maybe even the largest.
After spending several years of his childhood helping and apprenticing at several townsmen, he managed to get a grasp on the very basics of blacksmithing, farming, baking bread, sewing and even a bit of butchering, even though the thought of taking a life made him rather uncomfortable.
Outside of the priests and The Twelve, he was one of the few in Pearlmeadow that could actually read and write.
This hankering for knowledge, and the urge to learn new skills instead of being complacent in the life he was leading, didn’t make him many friends.
People were suspicious of him; why would anyone seek to learn so much? Surely there’s a limit to what can fit in your head.
People still used him, if they saw fit. They might not understand why he wanted to know things, they could appreciate him being useful. Even though they wouldn’t accept him as a friend. More like a tool.
Rosha met his first love when he was 24 cycles old. Her name was Senni. She opened his world to something new, to romance and to physical love. That, too, was another thing Rosha enjoyed learning. Three years later, Senni told him she was with child.
Complications arose during childbirth, and Rosha lost both his wife and his stillborn son.
This led him to pursue a newfound lust for knowledge; that of healing.
The loss that he felt that day almost destroyed him, and he vowed to spend the rest of his life trying to help stop people from suffering such loss.
Over a decade and several villages later, at 41, Rosha was studying medicine at yet another healer, finetuning his profession with some herbs and techniques he hadn’t known or fully mastered. The healer he was studying with, Laiyu, grew fond of him. Not just his personality, or the skills he displayed, but the kindness and respect he showed to each and every single patient he treated, no matter how serious their ailments or wounds were, no matter how high- or low-ranking they were, he treated everybody the same single way: The best way he knew how.
Laiyu had suffered hardship and loss in her life as well, but she did have a teenage daughter, Alaiy, to love and take care of, in memory of her deceased husband, who stupidly died in a drunken brawl. Nothing could’ve been done to save him, as not even the most skilled healer could have sewn a severed carotid artery back together. In the same train of thought, Laiyu had started teaching Alaiy the arts of the healer from a young age, to assist her in her practises.
It didn’t take long for Laiyu and Rosha to become a couple. Rashu quickly grew fond of Alaiy, admiring the girl’s quick wit and intelligence, along with her fondness for medicine. A few years after Laiyu and Rosha got together, they and Laiyu’s daughter Alaiy, started traveling around. They provided their services to the villages who didn’t have a healer, but desperately needed one.
As the healer family travelled around, Rosha started noticing a disconcerting trend appearing; tremors in the ground. Several people, mostly old ones, had gotten injured when falling down when the tremors appeared. Others had gotten injured when cottages collapsed, trees fell over or rockslides crushed people.
As he noticed more frequent tremors, especially in the north-east, he decided this needed to be brought to the attention of The Twelve.
After hesitating, Rosha left his wife and child to deal with the injured in the latest village they visited, he hurried his way back to Pearlmeadow.