Comme un feu, la question de l'histoire de son arme a consumé l'esprit de Roland. Les images s'éclaircissaient et tombaient dans l'obscurité directement après.
Sa jeunesse, en tant que garçon de fermier. Les jours de chasse avec son père et puis le feu, le jour qui a tout changé. Le chasseur qui l'a sauvé, les jours de solitude, sa mère dans la cuisine et bien d'autres souvenirs illuminés. Il fut bientôt hypnotisé par toutes les émotions qu'il traversa jusqu'à ce qu'il puisse enfin filtrer les souvenirs qui conduisirent à cette arme.
"Vous savez..." Il a dit comme il était attiré en arrière dans son passé.
"Tout a commencé avec une arbalète"

Un léger sourire apparut sur le visage de Roland alors que des images clignotaient derrière ses yeux.

" Mon beau - père, Red, était un géant d'un homme et l'un des meilleurs chasseurs que j'aie jamais vus. Il était très gentil. Il avait cet ami Gaia, mon beau-père était muet et Gaia parlait pour quatre, quel étrange combo ils étaient mais les meilleurs amis. J'étais encore jeune et je traversais une phase difficile cette fois-là. Gaia visitait Red et ils sont entrés dans l'argumentation, imaginez comment l'un ne dit rien et juste des gestes avec ses mains et l'autre crie au moins 20 mots par seconde."
Roland gigogne et n'accorde plus beaucoup d'attention à l'arme ou à Elysia en aucune sorte, il est complètement enveloppé dans sa mémoire.
"J'ai toujours essayé d'écouter Gaïa sortir de la porte, me donnant une arbalète et criant que nous allions chasser. Red vient de se serrer les bras et est venu avec nous. C'était un Yian Kutku et je doute que ce soit la proie normale pour Red et Gaia, ils semblaient trop expérimentés, je parie même qu'ils l'ont choisi juste pour moi. Pour montrer que tu sais. Ils m'ont dit de rester immobile et de regarder et je l'ai fait. Je pouvais à peine suivre leur vitesse et les attaques parfaitement appariées, j'étais tellement pris au moment où j'ai accidentellement tiré sur l'arbalète. La flèche a frappé Rouge dans le cul. Tu ne croirais pas à quel point un muet a l'air drôle quand il jure depuis le fond de ses poumons. Comme un cadeau Gaia a modifié l'arbalète comme une arme à melee, bien probablement pour ennuyer mon beau-père et plus tard, après ma première chasse réussie d'un Rouge Velocidrome a transformé en fusillade. C'est toujours ma première arme, même toi je doute que tout le matériel de l'ancienne arbalète réside encore en elle"
Il est rare que Roland s'ouvre si facilement et comme il vient de se rendre compte qu'il a failli sauter, empaqueter son fusil dans sa chambre et s'excuser pour s'occuper des os qu'il semble avoir oubliés.
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!