Au cours de l'échange de la chasseuse féminine Reema et du chasseur Jacque, Roland muncha tranquillement sa viande séchée en se penchant sur sa nourriture comme un Velociprey Alpha, de sorte qu'elle reste intacte par ses couilles. Un regard calculateur allant de Reema à Jacque et vice versa sans même un soupçon de clignement.
Il a étudié leur comportement et les a appréciés. Pas tellement de leur capacité de chasse, mais plus la capacité de combien il pouvait leur faire confiance et peut-être même compter sur eux.
Roland a aussi remarqué le regard curieux de Jacque lorsqu'il a examiné Reema, il était un homme de conversation et Roland avait l'impression que Jacque parfois s'est fourré le nez dans des choses que certaines personnes auraient l'air trop intime pour révéler. Autant Roland le jugeait jusqu'à ce qu'il n'entende pas une mauvaise volonté en agissant ainsi, ce n'était qu'un trait de sa personnalité et tant que les gens lui diront qu'ils garderaient les choses plutôt pour eux-mêmes, Roland était sûr, il comprendrait et respecterait cela.
Roland était plutôt surpris que la chasseuse féminine ait pris le regard si précisément et a répondu assez casualement même toi son regard gèlerait même un blango.
Entre une bouchée d'échecs, du pain et une grande gorgée de sa bière de beurre, la réponse de Roland est venue avec sa voix profonde mais un peu étouffée de sa barbe et de la mâche continue de la nourriture.
" Vivait dans le grasland près du village de Kokoto. L'enfant du fermier. J'avais des Aptonoths. Hunter m'a fait entrer." Entre chaque phrase, il a mordu ou pris une autre morsure, ses yeux errant entre les deux chasseurs.
Finalement, il avala tout entier et s'appuya complètement, apparemment plus détendue en laissant sortir un petit rotin qu'il couvrit de l'arrière de sa main devant sa bouche. Une mousse de bière résidait encore dans sa barbe.
"Uff. Ah, oui, je préfère ma lance d'arme fiable, l'avoir obtenu de mon mentor comme... un cadeau de séparation. J'essaie plutôt de mettre le monstre à l'abri, en utilisant le moment de la surprise. Beaucoup de monstres agissent agressivement quand quelque chose de nouveau pénètre sur leur territoire et donc ils essaient rarement de fuir, en outre ils agissent différemment lorsqu'ils sont attaqués. Je m'en sers à mon avantage. C'est un combat équitable sur un terrain égal, pour les deux, monstre et moi! Eh bien, je trouve surtout des stratégies à la volée de toute façon."
Ses yeux se posaient maintenant sur Jacque, intéressé par ce qu'il pourrait dire.
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!