Name: Roland Mercer


Gender: Uses male pronouns


Species: Grem2


Age: 43


Height: 6'2


# Pansexual


Status: Free


Traits:

Ears: Mock+Knicked

Neck: Mohawk Trail

Tail: Thick+Tuft

Mutation: Fire Powers




Other Info: His fur always looks scruffy and unkempt. Its got a rough grainy texture to the touch and the darker parts are starting to go gray with age. He has numerous smaller scars that dot his body. These scars cause his fur to look uneven and patchy.


Occupation: Mercenary and also runs a shady antique shop during the day that acts as a cover for his less than legal activities.


City or Rural: City


Relationships?:

Cerro- acquaintance

Toad- Friend?

Specter- Enemy



Personality:

A bit ill tempered most of the time, Roland seems to have very little empathy for others. He's rough around the edges and not above using under handed methods to get what he wants. His fighting nature hasn't dulled out with his age and he's not afraid to throw down. Those who push past his grouchy exterior will find that he shows his affection for those he likes in more subtle ways. He's very protective of those he's grown attached to. Often coming off in a "no one can pick on you but me" fashion. However he keeps everyone at an arms length seemingly worried that his involvement with them may bring harm.



History:

Roland was a completely custom Grem right down to his coloration. He was made to blend in with the grass of the plains and the cliffs of arid rocks that dotted Randall and Marcie's cattle farm. His job was to be a simple one: protect the herd. Randall opted to getting Roland early and training him himself. By the time Roland was eight he could ride horse back, do all basic farm work, drive cattle, hunt, and track. Most importantly he could fight. He spent sometimes weeks at a time watching over the herds and fending for himself. He was often battered, bruised, and bloodied when he returned to the farm house but he enjoyed the hard work.



When Roland was fourteen however Marcie passed away. Randall had fallen into debt and struggled to take care of his farm. Desperate he turned to lady luck, gambling away was little he had left. On his gambling trips he always took Roland, confident his Grem would protect him. That proved to not be the case when he fell in dire straits with groups in the underground. Randall disappeared one day after insisting Roland not accompany him into a bar. Roland searched for weeks but eventually accepted the grim reality and moved on. Randall had never exactly treated him well and he had no reason to keep searching.



Lost among the brightly colored city grems he felt out of place. With poor social skills and no real work experience he struggled on the streets. He started putting his skills to work and in desperation stopped caring about the moral implications of what he was being paid to do. He built up a reputation and never looked back.



With over 20 years worth of experience in the underground, Roland has learned how to work things in his favor. A jack of all trades his low morals and a skewed sense of compassion means that he'll do damned near anything so long as the price is right.




Roland belongs to me.

Grem2 belong to mrgremble