Name: James Johanson aka 'Shaggy J' (stage name)<br/>Age: 20<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Race: Human<br/><br/>Description: James is an average built human that stands roughly 5 1/2 feet tall. He has long, slightly unkempt brown/red hair (hence his stage name 'Shaggy') He wears a blue jean jacket, jeans to match, a black Punisher t-shirt beneath, and black boots. He wears vintage Blues Brothers style sunglasses to help conceal his identity.<br/><br/>Bio: Not much is known about the rising star James Johanson, other than he is the founder, lead guitarist and lead vocalist of the Hard Rock/Heavy Metal quartet<span style="font-style: italic">Gypsies Parabellum</span>. After his very first tour, all James wants to do is relax for a few days away from the band and the fans and the hustle and bustle of the rock star lifestyle to reflect on just how far he's come...<br/><br/><br/>James walks past the various vendors with is eyes fixed ahead behind the dark sunglasses; the collar of his jacket popped and his glasses perched tight against his face to help hide the fact that he is 'Shaggy J'. Normally he would be swarmed on all sides by men and women alike; all of them begging for autographs or trying to take his trademark blue jean jacket; the same one he wears on stage, the one with<span style="font-style: italic">Gypsies Parabellum</span>stitched on the back in Gothic-style calligraphy. And even though he<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>wearing the exact jacket, it fails to attract any attention. part one of the mission accomplished, but that still dosen't allow him to lower his guard and take his eyes off of everyone he sees like a prison escapee keeping his eyes out for the cops. To him it feels good to go unnoticed, he's almost tired of the constant attention he receives on a daily basis and to get away from the fans is a vacation in itself. But to merely get away from the screaming youths and the protesting mothers of children who have been 'corrupted' by his 'devil music' would not be the full objective. No, that is only part 1 of this reprieve; for young James has heard of a place where he can relax like a normal person, A place where he was told he could "let all of his worries melt away".<br/><br/>James comes to a bridge; on the other side is, without a doubt his destination. Already he feels a bit relaxed from just the sight of the building despite the fact it looks almost the same as the vendor stands behind him. The sensation of tranquility increases as the trickling water of the creek below catches his ear; a farmiliar sound from a time long past, a welcome sound that makes him forget the roar of the audience and the screech of his guitar. His pace slows, almost grinding to a halt from the soothing fall of water. Eventually the sound becomes distant as he crosses the bridge; eventually the trickling water is no louder than the taps of his shoes against the bridge. Eventually he regains his original pace, and reaches the front door of the building. With a gentle hand he cautiously pushes open the door. The care he takes with the door is that of someone entering a church after the sermon has started.....