Derrick a réfléchi un moment. La serrure avait l'air forte, mais il ne pouvait pas dire la même chose sur le reste de la boîte. Il était curieux de savoir ce que la boîte avait à l'intérieur, et il semblait qu'il pouvait l'ouvrir s'il brisait la boîte elle-même. Stomping a peut-être été une idée viable mais il voulait savoir ce qu'il y avait à l'intérieur, et il ne voulait pas risquer de l'endommager. Il pensait qu'il pouvait le piéger, peut-être, mais ça comportait encore un risque. Mais il pensait qu'il pouvait faire quelque chose à la place.
Derrick a posé la boîte sur le sol et a utilisé son pied pour la pousser contre le mur, en gardant son pied là pour que la boîte ne bouge pas. Avec ça, Derrick a levé son halberd avec soin. Il l'a aligné avec la boîte avant de la frapper. De cette façon, il pourrait être capable de limiter les dommages potentiels à ce qui était à l'intérieur. Il a levé sa haleter pour vérifier comment il avait fait, avant qu'il ne la fasse tomber à nouveau. Même si ça ne l'a pas fait, il ne voulait pas le précipiter. Juste comme ça, il a soigneusement broyé la poitrine, espérant qu'elle se briserait avant ce qu'il y avait dedans.
Name: Derrick Greenguard
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: The best statement to describe Derrick would probably be "lacking in direction". Derrick tends to be rather quiet and likes to think for himself rather than talk to others, although he's not exactly antisocial. He's more of a follower than a leader and is decisively indecisive when not with others. He likes to be left alone more often than not, although he wouldn't deny companionship.
Appearance: Short brown hair, dull brown eyes and square features.
Favoured weapon: Spears/polearms
Notable skills: Moderately skilled with spears and pole weapons. Good strength and stamina. Bad at panicking and is fairly observant. Good at defending. Does his job till it's finished.
Notable weaknesses: A bit too careful sometimes, doesn't often take initiative. Not good attacking targets outside his range. Fairly inexperienced.
Background: Derrick comes from a rural background of hard farming and was a rather unimaginative child, dreaming of a peaceful adulthood of having a farm of his own and providing for his family. But of course, to own property, you needed money. Derrick and a few of his friends hit upon the idea of taking down local pests together before handing them in for bounties. Derrick was pretty sure that a more stable job would've been a better foundation for a long future but he went with it because monsters would also damage his farming dreams in the long run. They formed a freelance party naught but slightly more than sensibly proportioned dreams. Fast track a few months and the party goes the way of a group of naive teenage rock band aspirees, they split up to try and find success in their own ways. Left with nothing much to do, Derrick gives monster hunting one last shot and accepts a bounty for a mysterious winged wolf, little knowing that it may turn out to be the worst decision of his life... Or the best one he's ever made. Who knows? Depends on how it goes, I suppose.