Ronnamus was born and raised a highlander, living within norland with both parents, Konley and Seerah Heirthorn. Life was as expected of the highlanders, never dull, always a job needing doing. This life was alright, enough even for Ronnamus who spent his days ploughing fields and tending to animals, aswell as the occassional training of archery and swordsman ship with his father Konley.
But, as all people have, a big change came to his life at the age of 19. He had lost both of his parents to disease, a long an arduous death that he had to watch them both go through. Never having the chance to be near his parents in their final months as they did not want him to follow their fate.
Ever since their passing, Ronnamus has been nomadic, never staying in a single place for longer than a week, never binding loyalties. Never wanting to care for others as to avoid feeling loss once more.
His journeys on the road have shown him that all breathing things are not to be trusted, nobody does anything unless they benefit in some way. People will do anything to further themselves, even if it means taking the life of another. All of the death, thievery, and overall darkness he has been exposed to has made him distrustful, seeking isolation, and always in a stance of guard.
