Born to great poverty and hopelessly negligent parents, Rocoh spent the majority of his youth getting bullied in the slums of Helena. His family had lost everything before he was born to drakes attacking the land surrounding the cloud temple, so they took refuge in the city with hopes of restarting their lives. However, the wheels in the cycle of poverty turned, and Rocoh had nothing to his name as a young lad, as had the generations before him. With that low economic class comes also a low social class in the harsh lands of the Oren Empire, and there were few people kind enough to extend a young Rocoh their friendship. Those that did found their pockets empty when they bent down to pick up a coin and Rocoh out of their sight forever. The only way for Rocoh to get by was on wits and quick legs. By the time he was 13, he’d set up a pawned goods shop in the slums of felzen, cheating many a buyer and seller out of their coin. As he got older, his neighbors wised up to his dastardly ways, and he was run out of town at 14 by the local clergy, dubbing his habits “contrary to the teachings of the one true God.” They named him a child of The Boogie Man, a testament to what they believed to be the scourge he was on the city. From 14 to the age of 25, he traveled alone, just his horse and buggy, selling shite to whoever would be stupid enough to buy it. He’d stop at a in one city or the other and pick up a local girl for a few nights, but with no real relationships to speak of. His silver tongue got him far, but not far enough, as he lost his whole livelihood to bandits on his way to town one day. Thus, he lived the next few years in poverty, wandering the land, itching and swindling for any coin he could get his hands on with no regard for anyone but himself.
