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Hosea
- Gentle, friendly and approachable. Much better bedside manner then his companion.
- He's older, not sure how pony age works but human he'd be late 40's early 50's
- He had a daughter and a wife once, many years ago, but they both died from a plague that spread across the land, and he ended up being less effected by it then them, avoiding death by the skin of his teeth
- He was a doctor, but after the tragedy, he packed up and focused entirely on being an alchemist that specializes in healing all wounds, not just wounds of the flesh but curses and diseases too
- He met Bram in a cemetery while hunting for a Lilly that only grew in places of great sorrow. He was an assistant grave digger there. After fruitless hunting and a talk over a few drinks, Bram finally helped him find the plant that saved a foal on the edge of death. Hosea convinced him to come with him to help others, and after a few days of consideration while Hosea stocked up to leave on his travels again, he followed him.
- Hosea has a comforting pull about him that makes him hard to not want to be friends with him, but its not a magical thing. He's just got an air around him that makes him feel like an uncle or a fatherly figure. Very soft spoken, but stern. Selfless.
- He has incredible sense for potions and charms and Alchemic formula, but he's terrible at finding what he needs for his plans by himself. Thats where Bram helps him.
- While Bram may be the only company he keeps, he does like the lad, as mysterious and silent as he is. He's a good worker and has saved his butt multiple times when his magic wasn't strong enough to keep his frail body from being torn to pieces or crushed. He feels deep down, Bram likes him too
- He sees Pan as a kind of child. He's been with him so long trying to help him, its hard to see him any other way. He often sits by his bed and describes colours and the world outside their camp, the people they meet. Tells him stories and about his day.(edited)
- He met and found Pan with Bram while searching for a few feathers from some creature or another, deep in one of the oldest wounds amoung the ruins of what looked to be a small, long gone settlement. He'd been there so long, roots had grown from his fur and started to meld him to the undergrowth. If it hadn't been for Bram noticing his faint breathing with his keen senses, Hosea would've walked straight by him. He invented after many days a slapped together formula there and then to get Pan mobile, to reduce the growth speed, and since then he's been improving it, but he hates that he can't do more.
