Ravi de vous rencontrer Jacque Roland a répondu chaleureusement. Il lui a fallu une seconde que l'introduction d'un nom indique normalement que vous devez aussi donner le vôtre. C'est devenu de plus en plus compliqué pour Roland de se socialiser, être autour des gens avait toujours été un problème pour lui.
"Roland" c'était une courte et amère pause qui suivit dans laquelle Roland se rappela qu'il était le dernier de sa famille. "juste Roland" il murmura un peu plus tranquillement qu'avant et poussa la porte ouverte qui mène vers le mess.
Roland s'arrêta brusquement comme une vague d'odeur et de chaleur confortable l'engloutissait dans une étreinte chaleureuse, c'était aussi la chasseuse féminine qui l'a surpris, qui semblait s'adresser directement aux deux nouveaux arrivants.
"Ah oh." dit-il d'une manière calme et charmante, pour ainsi dire.
"Oh...ah" il a continué alors qu'il s'est rendu compte que la chasseuse féminine était égale sinon plus bâtie qu'il ne l'était. Elle était une vue à voir, certains pourraient même dire une bête à voir, mais aussi sauvage qu'elle semblait être elle aussi une sorte de belle.
Un grognement soudain de son estomac lui a rappelé qu'il s'était vidé sur le navire il y a un moment et qu'il avait donc repris une partie de sa position.

"Mon nom est Roland" a-t-il dit avec la confiance d'un enfant de trois ans qui vient de se défoncer les fesses nues dans une réunion de famille. Pour l'annoncer, il s'est tourné vers une féeline et a échangé quelques mots dans leur langue maternelle, la Feyline a obtenu des yeux de différence énorme et a commencé à parler rapidement de l'excitation qu'un chasseur allait maintenant leur langue. Il lui apporta rapidement du pain, du fromage, de la viande séchée et un bécher plein de bière au beurre. La féline est malheureusement placée directement en face de la chasseuse femelle. Roland a simplement essayé de jouer la carte calme et non bavarde pour éviter la gêne sociale.
Name: Roland Gaija Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance:      Roland is around 1,80m tall, has board shoulders and a muscular build. His taint is brownish from the daily work in the open fields and his hands scarred from them. Another long scar goes from his right ear down to his chin, it is rather fresh and not fully healed yet. His biggest trait are his green eyes, they are like emeralds, shiny yet cold! Personality: Roland seems always cheerful and often a tad too hot blooded when going out on the hunt but those who spent some time with him tend to feel a cold lingering darkness inside him. It is just that something seems off, that his cherish behaviour is a contrast with his cold eyes or his sudden break of eye contact when things finally seem to ease up. This isn't the act of a shy man and this is what makes it uncomfortable! Armour: Roland is wearing a medium armour right now but aims for a different one, he wears his defensive one sided to not restrict his movement with his weapons of choice, the gunlance! While sacrificing his defense with his weapons hand, the other side is built rather sturdy, meant to even take direct hits from wyvern but that is only his plan of future use! Right now he is wearing a Jaggi Blade master armour while his gauntlets are gunner ones, to offer the one sided protection he needs. Weapon: Roland's weapon of choice is the gunlance, right now he is using the  Attack:230 Special: Sleep 100 Shelling Type:Long Lv1 Affinity:5% Sharpness:Green / Green   Backstory: Roland was the son of two farmers down in the grasland, they breeded Aptonoth as a living and well even thou that isn't lucrative you can make a living outta it! Meat and Hide were always useful and Aptonoth were also useful cattle. Back in the days when Roland's was barely 13 his father already took him out hunting, nothing more than a buffalo or a wild Aptonoth, sometimes catching ones and adding them to their own. When facing Jaggi or Velocipreys, his father used dung bombs or flash bangs to distract them and usually they ran. His father wasn't a professional hunter after all,, he did it not for the zeni but for their survival! But one day changed everything! Through fire and flames their farm was burned down and Roland and his mother barely made it out of their farm. They heard roaring, not that of a wyvern but something worse. The roaring of laughter! It wasn't a dragon who attacked them! It were bandits! Humans! Driven from their home due to whatever what! They probably didn't even remember what is was because all they saw was meat and an easy opportunity to gain it. Roland's father stood back and fought but we easily overwhelmed and Roland's mother got an arrow through her shoulder. They spent days in the wilderness, Velocipreys on their tracks since they smelled the blood. It was then that a hunter and some Feline found them. The hunter was a good man sadly he was mute and he had this weird feline speaking for him and so a strange relationship began! Roland's mother couldn't work anymore, the hunter used as a supervisor for his felines, espacially the ones in his kitchen. While Roland, after three years of finally succumbing his trauma, got trained by the hunter. Even then Roland and his mother barely spoke to others, it was only after 5 years that the friendly mute hunter got also badly wounded and had to retire. He and his mother married while Roland's brought in the money, he had barely money for equipment but is was okey. Both of them died happily in each others arms just recently and so Roland decided to follow in his step-fathers footsteps and to finally make peace with himself and his past but still....the day where he had to flee from the farm carved itself deep into his memory! Other: Able to understand a bit of sign language, feline speech and letters. Hate towards bandits Treats monsters with more respect than humans. Do not ever I'll talk about his family!