Roland a failli trébucher en entendant une autre voix, c'était une voix profonde, mais quelque peu étrange à son air. Roland se retourna juste pour voir un grand homme, sa peau brune et sa grande statue montrèrent qu'il n'était pas natif. Roland a deviné qu'il serait pour les îlots du sud, mais c'était une idée dans le bleu. L'homme a renversé Roland en hauteur, mais sa construction maigre et musclée contraste avec le corps plutôt charnu de Roland. Alors que les deux semblaient avoir enduré le travail manuel, la construction maigre était celle d'un pêcheur tandis que les épaules du conseil d'administration de Roland insinuaient sur le travail de ferme qu'il avait effectué dans son passé.
Alors que l'étrange homme, né écorché, pèserait environ 80-90 kg, Roland lui ferait le mieux avec 10-20 kilogrammes de plus, même toi il était plus court.
Et c'était tout à fait bizarre que l'esprit de Roland ait créé et laissé s'arrêter une seconde de trop, juste pour créer un bref silence inconfortable. Vous savez, ce genre de choses qui vous permettent de vous demander si vous avez dit quelque chose de mal ou si la personne à qui vous avez parlé est tout simplement muet ou inutile.
Roland a clignoté trois fois avant de finalement répondre : « Il y avait un poisson rouge que je voulais attraper, mais ma canne s'est cassée il y a un moment, donc j'ai deviné que je pouvais essayer différemment ».
Il est tombé sur ses lèvres sans réfléchir et Roland était donc un peu surpris alors qu'il entendait ses propres mots qui sortaient de sa bouche. Roland a ensuite directement déplacé sa tête de gauche à droite.
"Mais vous devez vous méprendre de moi! Je viens d'arriver, je suis arrivée par bateau. La jeune fille au comptoir a mentionné d'autres chasseurs, donc ce n'est pas moi! Peut-être qu'il y en aura-t-il une autre?"
Roland regarda autour de lui comme il serait à la recherche de l'autre chasseur potentiel, puis se haussa sans défense.
"Nous pourrions le rencontrer de toute façon! Tu sais que je vais... changer et ensuite prendre une bière-beurre chaude pour obtenir l'humidité de mes os, je ne voudrais pas déranger la compagnie en ce moment"
Une compagnie qui ne se moque pas de lui. Il y a des gens que vous aimez immédiatement, certains que vous pensez que vous pourriez apprendre à aimer dans la plénitude d'un temps et d'autres que vous voulez simplement repousser avec un bâton pointu. Roland avait toutes les envies en même temps à l'égard de cette nouvelle personne. Il n'était pas fan de personnes pour commencer.
Rapidement Roland se dirigea à l'intérieur de sa cabine et enleva au moins son armure, échappa à son fusil et révéla ainsi un pantalon en laine et en cuir, la tunique était rouge avec des motifs jaunes, typiques de son héritage. Il a juste pris une serviette et s'est séché un peu pendant qu'il arrangeait son armure soigneusement sur la petite table, lui permettant de sécher.
"Ce doit être jeudi" dit Roland à lui-même, en s'enfonceant contre le mur. "Je n'ai jamais eu le coup du jeudi"
Quelques instants plus tard, il sortit de sa chambre avec un sourire muet sur son visage, la serviette, enveloppée autour de ses épaules et ses marches légères le conduisant vers la cuisine féline.
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!