"Having the strength within is just as important to have without."
Name:
Roland Durand
Age:
"I am young, but do not mistake that to prove me ignorant to the world. I am a warrior through and through."
20
Gender:
"...Surely you jest..."
Male
Race:
"Umm... is it.. That hard to tell?"
Sollan
Class:
"I ride astride my magnificent ride! Ehm, s-sorry..."
Wyvern rider
Birthplace:
"Home is where the heart is, so they say. But do they mean metaphorical, literal or in a romantic sense...?"
Belhurst
Equipment:
"I need a new whetstone.."
Iron Lance
Vulnerary
Appearance:
"..Will you please clean off your boots."
A young man with a pleasantly soft demeanor and a glow that gives of a sense of him being anything but a true born, raised and trained knight. Standing a bit shorter than his brothers and sisters in arms he has a tightly wound yet trim frame.
He prefers to keep his dirty blonde hair to his ears and out of the way of his blue eyes, and strives to keep himself clear of any dirt, to a point he will actively avoid tramping through mud and dirt when on march.
Personality:
A neat freak and one who has a tendency to fuss over their personal cleanliness, now twofold with the plague about. Despite his fussiness towards dirt he is a rather stalwart friend finds great embarrassment towards his rather feminine facial structure, he truly cannot help cringe and sigh if one ever makes the mistake, not often attempting to correct them at the moment due to many rather unpleasant exchanges that ended with "then fucking prove it!"
Which ended with a barren chest and a extremely reddened face.
Aside from that one would find, as a friend, him to be very easy to convince of things, he truly believes in ghosts and spirits, faeries as well are ranked rather highly in believably for him. Despite his immense fear of ghosts and monsters he does nothing to prevent others from putting yet another terrifying tale in his head...
But one might find his traveling luggage suspiciously covered in handmade wards against spirits.
In general, one would find him to be an honest person, if a bit naive, and gullible, but he is a through and through honest person. One who can't lie to save his life, is earnest and well meaning in whatever he does and does his best to put his best foot forwards. However, he is also prone to having his perceptions easily swayed by the words of those around him, contradictory statements aside if it sounds reasonable, or is argued to a point, or is a side he never truly thought about a person before, he finds himself inevitably curious about it and accepting of such a fact.
As such... gossip tends to be a weak point for him, and keeping said gossip hidden is... next to impossible.. he means well, he just has next to no filter.
One might also consider staying far from his wyvern, a immense beast amongst their kind named Ferice, it boasts a terrible temper and a glare that stuns those of faint heart. Roland swears he is nothing but a big baby and loves being cuddled... But nobody has the bravery to perform such as of yet.
It may be said that while he does not find Laguz to be particularly of note, he sees them as dangerous as any beast but knows at least some have some worth and value as people should they be civilized. he however has a... strange fondness for laguz and Faye ears... A strange adoration of them that he can barely hold back when faced with a chance to touch them. if the opportunity presents it'self, he will touch the ears, not a pinch or pull but a light caress and rub that has causes trouble on occasion with several servants and staff who had such.
Biography:
Born to a lesser noble house, made that way by the tides and turmoil of war's way of uplifting(and occasionally burying) those with a proclivity for violence, young Roland was born as the seventh sibling of the Durand household, the youngest of the line and little brother to six older sisters he was often treated with mixed attitudes by his siblings, some used him as a doll in their games, some ignored him entirely, and some treated him more or less as one treats a rather darling little brother, by dotting over him.
For his rather stunning features persisted even as a child causing no end of turmoil for the growing boy, religious types would count it as a blessing, more rambunctious kids would pick and tease him for it, young girls would to for decided different reasons that were lost in the turmoil of prepubessence. Nonetheless, he grew and grew as all children do, until the day he would become one of the warriors who fight for the kingdom!
And indeed he did! Just as his father and mother did, though his mother found much disappointment when he didn't take up the berserker path as she went so many years ago. He followed his big sisters, while kept from their class due to his sex, he took up and bonded with a wyvern instead to be with them in the skies. Ferice, however, is not something to be glanced over, in fact that Wyvern looms very well over most men, his weight class aside the two met during the trials, where most trainees would find the wyvern with whom they would soon bond with... or fail trying.
Ferice himself is a older wyvern, several years of failed bonds and all but being a rather unpleasant and frightful being have left most to write him off as a lost cause, bets to be left alone and focus on other wyverns who boasted better potential for bonding. When it came down to Roland's turn the two ending up bonding, and sticking with it, a few event coincided to bring them together. The first being Ferice had just finished a rather large dinner and was quite content with laying down and sleeping off the meal in it's belly, a it had gone on this meal binge to nurse a wound on it's heart after being spurned by a lovely lady wyvern it had it's eyes on... Finding out by walking(Read flying) in on her and her new mate mid deed...
Second coincidence is that it was a cold day and Roland was wearing a rather nice fur coat.
While these things seem unrelated, the fact that Roland attempted to walk up to the huge sleeping wyvern and subsequently got somewhat wrapped into a pseudo hug by the sleeping and somewhat chilly wyvern, ending with Roland finding the sweet spot of JUST where to scratch under Ferice's chin, slowly began their long term friendship... Once Ferice calmed down after realizing somebody was currently making his leg twitch like a dog being pet.
Over some years, he gained the trust of Ferice through mutual understanding, lots of snacks, and playing wingman to get the scaled ladies. They have yet to succeed, but Roland has always been there for Ferice.
Quirk:
A absolute master of the sewing needle.
OSS:
A naive young nobleman with a heart full of wonder and head full of curiosity.
Other:
Has a deep love for all Laguz and faye ears, protect yourself around him or at least cover them. This love came from two maids who took care of him as a child, one a cat laguz who was rather smitten by the little noble, the other a Faye who sadly had to relent and allow her ears to be touched lest the little baby cry. Not quite crying these days, but he still does quite enjoy ears sharp and fuzzy.
Has a love of sweets and candy, though often worries about his teeth after eatting them.
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