Roland a parlé de sa tête vers la réponse des femmes puisqu'il est resté sans émotion pendant la parole de Jacque. Il n'a dit que ce que Roland savait déjà, tout son corps a parlé pour lui, ils ont parlé comme il l'a dit, la façon dont il marchait, sa construction et même son éblouissement. C'était évident, la seule chose qui n'était pas si évidente était sa relation avec les monstres. Certainement par la façon dont il parlait d'eux, l'empressement, l'anticipation, le petit soupçon de curiosité enfantine, il était sûr que les monstres signifiait plus que travailler pour lui. Roland n'était tout simplement pas sûr si c'était comme si une fée avait agi vers un rat, le plaisir de jouer avec sa proie avant de la tuer finalement, ou si c'était du respect pour quelque chose de plus grand. Ce n'était sûrement pas le combat pour lequel il vivait, mais il donnait ses intentions dès que les autres révélaient les leurs. C'était comme si Jacque agissait en privé comme lors d'une chasse. Il a attiré quelqu'un avec une conversation légère, juste pour poser un coup critique avec une question ou un éblouissement significatif. Ou Roland était juste en train de penser aux choses!
Quoi qu'il en soit, Roland a décidé de faire le coup de poing.
"La raison de chasser?"
'Bien tuer des monstres est plus facile que tuer des humains' a été la première réponse qui lui est venue dans l'esprit mais il savait que ce n'était pas une réponse qu'il devrait donner et que ce n'était pas vrai non plus. Il n'était pas sûr du calme. Ce n'est jamais ainsi que le chasseur muet l'a forcé, son père ne l'a pas fait, ni sa mère. Il n'était pas né, élevé, privilégié, éduqué, entraîné, destiné, choisi, forcé ou dit d'être un chasseur. Ce n'était pas non plus le contraire.
Je refuse de répondre à cette question au motif que je ne connais pas la réponse, il a dit avec une confiance surprenante, c'est juste ce moment qu'il l'a réalisé lui-même.
"Mais si vous me demandez si je me sens bien à ce sujet? Et bien! Je ne suis peut-être pas allé là où j'avais l'intention d'aller, mais je pense que j'ai fini là où j'avais besoin d'être.
'Damn je sonne comme un putain de sorcier d'un livre de fantasme' il a plutôt doucement murmuré à lui-même pour que personne (espéré) ne l'entende.
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!