Name: James Age: 23 Species: Human Appearance: He is usually, in his free time, in a medium-heavy coat with whatever else he feels like wearing. He has a strong but nimble build. Personality: He can be cold and rude at first, but those who know him know that he can be just as friendly as most. He is somewhat immoral, and he loves the occasional fight here and there. Techs: A pair of boots that gives him a small 'second jump' Likes: Guns, Fights, Music, Warm beverages and food. Loves: Desserts, Knowing something others don't, Causing mischief, and, to put it simply, anything that goes BOOM. Hates: Fighting up close, Arguing with himself, and Innocent deaths (Or just ones he wasn't paid for) Profession: He is a mercenary, and he usually is hired for assassination jobs, but he accepts security jobs, scouting runs, and other general mercenary jobs. Backstory: James never met his mother and father, as they abandoned him before he was able to remember. They left him in a dark area of a trading outpost, where two men found him. They took him in at first to mold him to be a clone of them, but soon they realized that could not. As James grew up, he was a happy child, too innocent for the men to want to try to change. The two men he had learned to call, "dad" were kind to him, they were almost like a family. They showed him how to survive in the Fringe, and they gave him the freedom to do what he wanted. Eventually, they started leaving him at their main ship for periods of time, never longer than a day. Then one day, James waited. And then he waited two days. Then three. By the fourth day, he was scared for his life, worried what had happened to the two men who he called his parents. They never did come back.
