[CHAR] Monster hunter,

[CloseEnough]

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[Gravislayer]

Name: Roland Gaija Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance:

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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

Bird shellgun

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!

[MonsieurShade]

Name: Jacque Baila
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jacque stands just slightly above the average male height at approximately 191cm and weighs 83kg. Jacque's skin is a light shade of brown that is pockmarked darker freckles around his shoulders and on the back of his neck, and by old scar tissue in various forms on his torso, hips, and upper back. His physique is that of a man accustomed to doing manual labor: Strong and sturdy with muscles that more easily resemble taut cables than they do flesh. Jacque is a bit thick around his midsection where his core muscles lie, but he is by no means fat. The best way to describe his body type would be "bear mode fit". As far as facial appearances go Jacque is relatively average in appearance: He sports a slightly rounded face with average sized lips set under a slightly flat nose, pockmarked along the bridge with a small group of fainter colored freckles that are set under a pair of dark grey eyes. Jacque keeps his shoulder length black hair dreadlocked and pulled back into a pony tail during hunts to prevent it getting in his eyes, but allows it to otherwise hang freely.

Personality: A pretty easy going dude who is as home in the wilds as he is at a bar, Jacque is a pretty free spirited individual who sees the hunting of monsters as a time honored tradition and the testing of a man's strength rather than the removal of pests and threats. He treats the beasts that he fights against with the same amount of respect that he shows his companions, never being one to underestimate a monster's strength and intelligence. Jacque knows his limits and does what he can to plan around them accordingly, often preferring to try and drag out his fights a bit to and learn a monster's patterns before fully engaging his foe.

Armour: Jacque wears a full set of low rank blade master velociprey armor
Weapon: Jacque's weapon of choice is the great sword, he's currently in possession of a

Vile serpentblade

Attack: 480
Special: N/A
Affinity: 0%
Sharpness: Yellow/Green

Backstory: Born the son of a fisherman and a barmaid, Jacque's upbringing was about as simple as one could get for a child growing up in a seaside village. Like his father before him Jacque became took up the life of a fisherman at the age of sixteen, taking along with his father and the ten man crew that worked under him to set out to sea in search of a bountiful harvest. For years everything remained simple: Wake up before dawn, go out to the docks, grab a bite to eat, ship out until dusk or until the fish quota was met.

During this time Jacque found out that one of the crew happened to be a retired hunter, and after several weeks of begging and pestering managed to weasel the rare story (and even rarer lesson) out of the old man. One day the fishermen decided to turn in early after an unusually successful fishing trip found them with enough food to see a nice income and feed the small village for at least two months. Unfortunately for everyone aboard the ship, that much fish in one place attracted some very unwelcome visitors. Before anyone could process what was going on the ship was being swarmed by a group of ludroths in search of an easy meal. When the initial shock wore off the crew immediately went about trying to protect their haul from the would be scavengers, beating them back with oars, harpoons, or anything else they could get their hands on.

The commotion of the battle would draw an even bigger threat to the motley crew in the form of a massive lagiacrus unlike any the crew had ever seen before. The beast's hide shone a briny white color, and from its throat came a torrent of lightening that ripped the smaller boat apart in minutes. The last thing Jacque saw before he slipped under the waves and blacked out was the ivory shaded monster's hellish red eyes boring into his. When he awoke again Jacque found himself in an infirmary back in his village alongside the retired hunter and one other crew member. When asked about what happened the hunter admitted to grabbing hold of Jacque and swimming until they were picked up by another fishing boat. A bit more pressing by Jacque would reveal that his father and the remaining seven of the crew never made it bag, having been lost either to the sea or to the ludroths and lagiacrus that had attacked the vessel.
Time went on and Jacque healed and underwent the grieving process alongside his mother, but no matter what he did from that point he always found himself relieving that final moment with the ivory lagiacrus. Initially obsessed with revenge Jacque managed to convince the old hunter from his crew to train him to slay monsters. The next few years of Jacque's life were filled with grueling training comprised of backbreaking physical exercise and countless hours of reading about monsters. In time Jacque would find his desire for revenge beginning to dull as a newfound respect for the beasts he would fight, and it is this respect that would spur him on when he finally began to hunt on his own.

Other: Though it does nothing to stop him from actually hunting them Jacque views monsters to be beings of divine power, or in some cases, literal gods. He mentally ranks each species based on which family it belongs to, with elder dragons and leviathans being at the top of his list in terms of reverence. Although he no longer desires revenge for what the ivory lagiacrus did to his father Jacque still harbors an obsession with hunting it down, viewing the beast as a challenge directed to him specifically by the gods.

[CloseEnough]

Name: Reema Zarule
Age: 22
Gender: Female

Appearance

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Reema is a woman that stands in at around 5,8 a lean build and slightly tanned skin. What most notice about her first is her eyes that are almost unsettling to look at.One a onyx like orb while the other almost appears to be made from the ocean itself half the time. She has a scar running down the left side of her face caused by the claws of a jaggi when she was a child

Personality: A demanding person for respect. Reema was brought up as a hunter and it shows in her pride. Always standing tall some would say that she is a monster herself when crossed. Yet once you become her ally she will lay down her life for you if she had to. Loyalty means everything to her, and betraying the trust she gives you, would cause her to have a wrath unleashed like a Rathalos.
Yet shes not all harsh words and duty. Shes actually seen as a friend to some and is actually a friendly face. Loud even when in good company and quick to joke among her fellow hunters about her past events.

Armour: Being told that she has to gain her own armour and weapons, shes found herself with classic steel plates that she bought from a black smith that she hates with all her might.

Weapon: Her current pride and joy, the jaggi sholets.

Hider

Attack 154
special 150
affinity 0%

Backstory:
Reema came from a family that had a history of becoming hunters. Her father was one to be feared, bringing down beasts like the lagiacrus and bringing her it's scales as birthday presents and toys as a child. Her mother was a herder of Anteka and so Reema would ride the beasts all the time as a young girl. Monsters were apart of her life, she slept under their pelts, heard their mighty roars and motherly cries as all the same.
When playing she found some of the Anteka were further away from the herd. Not going to her mother first the girl decided it was a good idea to try and get them back herself using the tricks she learned. But before she could even get them moving she saw the small forms of Jaggi, prancing and preying on her families stock she tried to get away only to be dragged through the feilds by a larger one. Worry turned to screams when one got her in the face, scarring her for life. Yet the girl still managed to get a rock and smash it into the beast's skull and get away.
Her father, beyond relived and proud to see his girl not only okay, but was able to fight off a jaggi at such a young age was taken under his wing for training. Being told that he never wants her to be caught unguarded again.
The training was hard, hellish even. But it went way further than ether of her parents thought she would take it. Instead of just learning to defend herself the girl, turning and passing the idea of being a lady became obsessed with the idea of adventure and lore that the path a hunter would provide. Eventually she and her father began to hunt together, never feeling as close to him as she had done than. He taught her to track, how to look for the skies, to see behaviour and known when to attack and when to doge. Everything to get her on her feet and to survive.
Together they brought down the Great Jaggi that lead the pack that attacked poor Reema all those years ago. Respecting the corpse the woman used it's hide to craft her first weapons, and with the job well done her father said she could only learn more through experiences made on her own.

Other: Her mother hates the idea of Reema hunting on her own. But realized that with her face ruined she has no chance of settling down in their society and starting a family so she let the woman go.
Reema is also a talented artist who is sometimes seen drawing the monsters shes tracking for future study. Her dream is to one day find a way to live along side something as grand and fierce as a Rythalos or Ludrath.

[Draconequis]

Name: Elysia Martin
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: Elysia has deep brown hair which she keeps in a pixie cut to keep it out of her way when she fights. She stands at an unimpressive 5'0" and weighs about 120 pounds. For her size she has impressive curves, and rather long arms. She looks more built to be the damsel in distress than a fighter at first glance. However, at second glance, she has an impressive amount of muscle for her small body.
Personality: Elysia is the kind of person to challenge the status quo. She is a tomboy, and likes to get her hands dirty. Tends to drip sarcasm at others and tell them bluntly what she thinks of them without thinking of their feelings.
Armour: Steel armor.
Weapon: Elysia likes switch axes, currently wielding...

Bone Smasher

Attack:460
Special: Fire 80
Affinity: 0%
Sharpness: Yellow/Green

Backstory: When she was born, she came down with a horrible disease. This disease basically caused her to be bedridden for six years of her life. From there, the doctors said the most she would ever do was walk with the help of crutches. Enfuriated by this fact, she practiced every day until she was able to walk un-aided. The doctors stated it was a medical miracle, but they doubted she would ever be able to do much but walk. For the rest of her young life, Elysia strove to prove them wrong, often submitting herself to some intense pains to do so. When she reached the age of ten, she was given a clean bill of health, which was surprising to everyone.

As she grew and learned the facts of the world, Elysia was happy with her life in her village. Until she turned thirteen. A monster burst into the village and started to destroy everything. Her mother put Elysia in the storm cellar, convincing her she would be back. Not convinced, Elysia tried to escape, only to get knocked out by a falling support beam. When Elysia came to, the monster was long gone and her entire village was destroyed. With her parents dead, Elysia vowed to become a hunter. She rode a train out of her hometown to a large village far away from her home. Here she found work, helping a blacksmith by shoveling coal all day. She soon learned the blacksmith was a retired hunter. She badgered him into training her to become a hunter. After a long hesitation, the man agreed. He became like a second family to her, and she was happy for many years. When she turned twenty two, the old man passed away in his sleep, leaving her his old Switch axe and iron armor. She vowed to get certified and become the best hunter the world had ever seen.

Other: Has had a dream of taming a monster since the day she was born. Each time she strikes down a monster, she thinks about it again. Even though they've killed so many people.. she can't help but think of how cool it would be to have a giant monster as a pet.