Jaleod Dimadeor, often called Jal, grew up on a rural farm with his family. His day to day life typically involved toeing fields, tending farm animals and general busywork and chores around the family farm. He had no care for the numenera as all such technology and devices were so far removed from his daily life and did not affect his life on the farm.
 
Until Jaleod's father, Cryn Dimadeor, purchased some additional farmland near the farm to help expand and grow more crops. Jal was set to task for preparing this farmland for the next harvest and began tilling the land. During this tilling he came across a small unidentified object, and, thinking nothing of it, picked it up to throw it away.
 
However the moment he touched the device he felt his mind assailed with knowledge beyond comprehension. Within moments Jal went from being unable to read or write, to being able to write, speak and understand languages of which he didn't even know the name of. He gained an immediate understanding of Numenera technologies and his entire view of the world was turned on its axis.
 
Over the next few weeks Jal's arduous farmwork became less and less as he began creating devices which would ease the work of the family farm. His devices included a time dilation module that sped up crop growth, a warmth module that ensured the crops would not perish to the cold, a motion sensor to detect wild animal intrusions and farm animals escaping their pens and heat module that allowed warm weather crops to be grown out of season.
 
However just working on improving the farm quickly became tedious, and Jal realised even if he completely revolutionised and industrialised the farm, he'd still just be on a farm. Before he wanted nothing more, to take over the Dimadeor farm from his Pa, but now he had learned how little he knows he has set off, feeling as if one device could grant this much knowledge other devices must exist that can grant even more.
 
The experienced changed Jal and in many ways he's now a man stuck in his mind. He has become less able to focus on every day life, becoming more scatter-brained and nervous, which often has others put off against his now strange nature. He finds the grandness of cities outstanding, but can't help feel they could be bigger and more elaborate. He finds books fascinating, despite only being able to read a couple of words before the device, but repetitive, and full of knowledge that after he reads, feels like he somehow already knows. He cares not for money or reputation, for he knows that the devices he dreams of can bring both beyond imagination, if only he could remember those dreams of the past and bring them to today.
 
A rumour that percolated in his mind is of the noble houses having access to hidden tomes or ruins, and wonders at what Numenera could possibly be found in the hidden places.
 
The thirst for knowledge called for him now, and he knew only one thing. The he wanted to answer.