Roland Fairchild is a player character played by Yoshi.

Roland Fairchild
Species:	Nepleslian
Gender:	Male
Age:	38 (Born BYE 02)
Height:	5' 11“ 180 cm
Weight:	156lb 71 kg
Organization:
Occupation:	Hermit
Rank:	Crazy Old Man
Current Placement:	Terraforming Team

• Height: 5'11”
• Mass: 156lb

Build and Skin Color: Whip cord thin, he looks as if he is scrawny but under his skin he is strong and healthy. He is forever-in-the-sun, deep tan on the exposed skin, under the shirt and pants he is whiter than a page of paper.

Eyes and Facial Features: His craggy features show off his long years of hard life. The flesh is the dark reddish tan of a man who worked long days under bright hot stars. Always seems to have a 5-6 day stubble growth of a beard.

Ears Nothing much to say about his right ear, though his left is half missing, from a blade cutting the upper cartilage off.

Hair Color and Style: A light brown that is kept short, to just above his ears. Though in front of his ears the side burns grow a bit long.

Distinguishing Features: Scars and wrinkles and the twist of a cigar always hanging out of his frowning mouth.

Personality: Gruff, and short are the words to describe this self-imposed exile from society. He is kind, though he keeps a deep layer of coldness to hide it from others. He uses the fewest number of words to get his point across, not wanting wasting anything.

• Likes: Being left alone, his horse Goto, the nectar from his solar still, tobacco.
• Dislikes: People, people who come to his compound, people talking to his horse Goto. His Mule Ketsurui
• Goals: To Be left alone, and a dream of people staying off his damned lawn! Oh and a lawn for people to stay off of!

In the deep sands of time he was born from under a dusty rock on the wrong side of a moon.

His childhood is a tale of boredom. Which is why once the Third Elysian war started up, and he enlisted, he went without a single frown. It was a chance to see something more exciting. As the war waged he fought on a few battlefields and saw many horrific things. He was wounded a few times, the scars on his left leg, and chest are still there, along with the slight limp. Once the war was over and the military released him to the fates, he took his payoff and left for the stars. Hopping from one backwater claim to another, each time scraping just enough to cover costs of living, and enough squirreled away to make it to the next dust-ball, moon rock, or backwater station.

• Survival
• Crankiness
• Surliness
• Riding (Horse/hoverbike)
• Short arms (pistols)
• Long arms (rifle)
• Makeshift Building

Roland Fairchild has the following items:

• Weapons
  • HHG
  • Westech Trench Shotgun Sawed down and removed stock, leaving just the grip
  • Zen Armaments Marksman Rifle vz. 1 with scope downgraded to a “dumb” optics Wrapped in rags to break the silhouette up.
  • Combat Knife
• Utility belt
  • Flashlight
  • Communicator
  • Holster for HHG
• Duffel Bag (for storing personnel items)
• Personal Clothing
  • 5 Black Sleeveless Tee shirts
  • 5 Black Poly-pro long sleeve shirts with thumb holes.
  • 3 Heavy Over-shirts, (1 OD, 1 Tan, 1 Black)
  • 2 Heavy Canvas pants (1 OD, 1 Black)
  • 10 pairs of white tube Socks.
  • Black worn Combat Boots
  • Worn Faded tan duster.
  • Large floppy hat
  • Large scrap cloth to cover face
  • Re-breather
  • Welding goggles (warn to keep dust and sun out of eyes.

• Animals
• Black horse with white splotches. Named Goto
• Stubborn Mule. Named Ketsurui

Pretty cheap living, selling moonshine and land information for food and equipment.

Do Not Allow to be adopted out… Give to Lamb as a NPC