Name: James Johanson, better know by stage name 'Shaggy J'<br/>Species: unchanged human<br/>Pred/Prey: prey<br/>Description/bio/special abilities: James A.k.a Shaggy is a Caucasian male standing roughly 5 1/2 feet tall with a semi muscular yet flabby physique. He is dressed in his stage clothes; blue jean jacket, pants to match, and a black T-Shirt. His hair is two toned; both brown and red under a skull and crossbones bandanna. A red electric guitar with a built-in mini-amplifier (his own invention) hangs on his back. James was the founder, lead singer and lead guitarist of the up-and-coming Rock trio 'Gypsies Parabellum', and is currently the only surviving member of the band. Now he is nothing more than a street performer and one of the last remaining musicians in this hell hole, which has helped keep him off the menu so far.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>James, or better known as Shaggy by his 'adoring' fans, noisily groans awake from his current residence; an overturned dumpster that somehow made it's way out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk. He looks up at the sky, and once again sees that nothing has changed.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">I haven't woken up from this nightmare yet...</span>" He thinks with a spark of sarcasm as he brushes away debris from his clothes and off his beloved maroon-red guitar. Lazily his hand slips into his pocket and produces a pick. He strikes it against the strings; listening to the sound produced with a satisfied grin.<br/>"It's gonna be another<span style="font-style: italic">greeeeat</span>day ever'body! I can feel it!" He says, almost shouts in a mock radio announcer's voice as he turns a knob on the mini-amp on the guitar. It hisses to life and he begins to walk, strumming the first strings of<span style="font-style: italic">Misty Mountain Hop</span>by Led Zeppelin as if it were protecting him; because in a way, it was....