Rolland is a quiet guy. He was pretty calm. A calm nice dressed alternative African teenager. He had one big quirk, Common sense. His best friend he's been with all his life made him feel like a good guidance. He loved to help them. It was his daily deed. Even if he got a little irritated, he understood the sense of not purposely having an Innocent brain.

Rolland came to the bridge with a lake to his best friend with some flowers. Specifically their favorite. Just because he looked scary and angry, doesn't mean he was. "Did you finish your project yet?" He asked booping their nose gently with his usual expressionless face.