Your characters name: James McTigue<br/>Day of the week: [will edit in]<br/>Current Location: Entering Conference Room<br/><br/>It was almost sterotypical, James' appearance.  One could look at him and almost smell the fertile land of his family's farm, and were it somewhere in the 1900's, James coould easily be seen wearing bib-overalls and a straw hat.   Thankfully, times had changed, and now he strode into the conference room wearing decent jeans and a form-fitting green t-shirt with the 'John Deere' logo on it.<br/><br/>James' look spelled out Midwest American farm-fed, farm-working man.  His build was formed by years on the family's 400 acres, and his hands had the worn, well-calloused look  of a lifetime of hard work.  The only thing he'd beenmissing was the straw hat, but James, or Jim to his friends and family, didn't care for hats, and his brow showed it.  His face, almost permanently tanned by working in the sun, had about the same darkness to it that his arms did, and while few knew it, the rest of his body.  James wasn't a man that chased women, even though he'd learned that in this day and age, some of them liked to be chased, as it were.<br/><br/>James' experience with women was nil, simply due to the fact that they'd had an effect of scaring him, somewhat.  James didn't like the idea of kids, really, as he'd seen the kids that his younger brother had, and those little snot-nosed brats drove him nuts.  That wasn't to say that James didn't like women.  He loved them, but in the final analysis, it was just easier for him to dive into his work on the farm, and let other people be the more active in that respect.  But then, something changed.<br/><br/>James' little brother had found this thing, this...  Thronwald experiment...  and volunteered James for it.  His kid brother, a caring and decent guy in his own right, had told James that the time had come for James to peel off the shrink wrap, and actually learn how to use what the good lord had given him.  James, confused, reluctantly agreed to go, but only after his brother had assured him that nothing could go wrong, that he might actually enjoy the touch of a lady, and that in the end, the farm would be taken care of in his absence.  James, it seemed, was about to learn all there was to know about how a man and a woman fit together.<br/><br/>Still, in the end, James was a bit on the scared side.  Women were beautiful, that much was certain, and James was certainly aware of how they fit with men, as he'd seen a few videos showing just that.  However, they could also crush a man's heart in a heartbeat, and that's what James was worried about.  He knew that he was an overly-trusting type, and he had to keep his guard up, lest he give his feelings too quickly to some woman that didn't feel the same.  Another reason why James was here, at Thornwald, to learn to build up a kind of...  resistance...  to that eventuality.<br/><br/>James arrived at the table, and scanned the assembled volunteers.   He was told to find the one with his same-color name tag, and so he did, seeing it on the chest of a woman's sweater.  James gulped, hard, and walked over to her, extending his hand.<br/><br/>"Hello, ma'am."  He said, his deep voice touched by just a bit of midwestern drawl.  "I'm Jim McTigue, and the lady out there said I should look for the name tag that fits mine.  I guess you're it, yes?"