Enfin de retour à la guilde. Le temps pendant leur retour Roland sentit un bâtiment de pression de son bras où le Jaggi l'a mordu. Il doutait sérieusement que le bras soit cassé, mais il formerait un bel hématome. Il a décidé d'ignorer la douleur puisque l'armure serrée garderait l'enflure dans le chek.
En fin de compte, il fut surpris par la façon dont les villageois les accueillèrent et les acclamèrent. Pourquoi les autres l'ont manipulé professionnellement, Roland n'a pu sourire que stupidement en agitant sa main droite qu'il a serré fermement contre sa poitrine, petit à petit.
C'était mal!
Heureusement, il a vite trouvé la distraction lorsqu'il a séparé la proie abattue. Pendant que Reema se rendait au poste de bronzage avec la cachette, Roland décida d'arracher les dents, les griffes et les os. Normalement, les gens l'enterreraient à part quelques fourmis, mais cela prendrait plusieurs jours, Roland empruntait du sel à la cuisine Feyline et cuisinait les os avec le sel au-dessus du feu. Il ne les a pas chauffés à la température bouillante car cela rendrait l'os moins élastique et plus cassant. Tandis que les os et les griffes perdaient lentement les parties kastriertes de leur viande Roland changea.
Il s'est dirigé vers sa chambre et s'est finalement débarrassé de son armure, dès qu'il a enlevé son garde-bras une douleur terne sur son bras. Une contusion bleue et noire a été révélée et le visage de Roland s'est transformé en inquiétude. Il a attrapé un intestin et l'a rempli d'eau. Il a poussé le reste des herbes qu'il a laissé de la chasse dans sa bouche et cracher la substance mâchée à peu près dans l'intestin, puis il a ajouté quelques pansements et les laisser tremper avec la couvée d'eau et d'herbe. Au fur et à mesure que les bandages s'apprivoisaient, Roland se servait de sa poignée de chasse et produisait une petite coupure sur son bras gonflé, le sang coulait rapidement de la plaie, mais ralentissait aussi rapidement après, la douleur ennuyeuse s'éleva rapidement à un bras aiguisé, puis se tonifia aussi rapidement. En bançant le bras avec d'abord des pansements trempés armés puis des pansements secs, il a quitté la pièce. Il était armé d'une tunique jaune et d'un pantalon en cuir, d'une lance sur le dos et d'une poche dans la main.
Il a failli trébucher sur Elysian en ouvrant sa porte.
"Woah!" Il a failli crier hors de suprise, de cette façon il est venu plutôt muffld. Bizarrement, il s'est occupé d'elle en la voyant porter un morceau de poitrine trop gros pour elle.
Roland a ouvert la bouche pour un commentaire plein d'esprit mais l'a fermé directement après qu'il s'est souvenu qu'il provoquerait probablement une triade de jurer de cette façon. Alors il s'est juste assis sur la table et a essayé de réparer sa poignée de chasse ainsi que son fusil.
Il a posé la poche et en a retiré une pierre de blé, il a d'abord aiguisé sa knive puisque l'artillerie aurait besoin plus que d'affûtage simple, il aurait besoin d'entretien. Rapidement, il a fini avec sa knive et l'envoi est allé vers son fusil, rapidement il a regardé autour de lui.
"J'ai peut-être besoin d'aide pour ça!" Il ne s'adressa à personne en particulier, mais espérait que quelqu'un offrirait son aide.
"Rien de lourd ou de compliqué, juste besoin de quelqu'un pour choquer l'allumeur pendant qu'il appuie sur la gâchette."
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!