Qu'est-ce que tu attends? fait écho à la voix profonde de Roland de derrière la brume. Cela fait déjà environ une heure qu'il s'est réveillé, de vieux comportements de sa vie de garçon de ferme, difficile de passer par même toi, il a commencé cette nouvelle vie.
Il faut se lever avec les premiers rayons de lumière qui combattent la brume, la brume et la brume mouillée.
Il s'est lavé avec une cuillère et de l'eau froide. Puis il s'est blindé dans son armure Jaggi. L'ensemble était complet mais Roland a décidé de quitter le casque, il a limité sa vision et le temps était assez doux pour mettre une telle protection de côté. Les pouaches sont venues ensuite! L'un avec des pinceaux et des pierres de feu, l'autre avec une meule, l'autre avec de la poudre à feu pour son canon, l'autre rempli d'herbes vivifiantes et le dernier rempli de viande salée et salée séchée. La dernière fois est venue la poche d'eau et un petit sac à dos. Il a attaché son petit brochet minier et ses couteaux à bout portant au sac, le levier du poids, et bien cela s'est produit environ 1 heure avant que Reema se réveille.
Maintenant, il a attendu dans la brume et a déménagé le moment où elle a terminé la conversation avec le villageois.
Il attendait une réponse et sautait un peu, il craignait que l'air humide n'endommage l'armure, mais heureusement ce n'était pas le cas. Les écailles s'adaptent parfaitement et se glissent l'une dans l'autre comme la dent dans une mâchoire de Velociprey. Les écailles Jaggi sont flexibles mais robustes et offrent une bonne protection et maniabilité pour les débutants, la plupart des gens ont alors tendance à les porter en plus avec des plaques d'acier mais Roland préférait le cuir lourd. Les écailles sont parfaitement cousues sur la jarretière en cuir gras et réduit ainsi le son de l'armure à un minimum qui était important pour la chasse.
Tout était prêt et il était prêt à chasser!
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!