James was a skinny boy standing five foot ten in stature with long curly brown hair. His hair along with mostly everything about his presence is messy. His family house lies just outside of a small town and just over the river from Port Royal. He grew up in a large family with 7 other siblings and was always getting into mischief, since not many people noticed when he would sneak out. Being the youngest in the family had it perks. James was always getting into trouble with the neighboring town getting into fights and vandalizing people’s property. James usually got out of trouble and rarely found himself seeing the consequence of his actions, but that was not always the case. When James was 13 he lost the pinky finger on his right hand in a gruesome accident while playing with a chainsaw in his backyard and to this day he always wears a glove on his right hand when he is in public.<br/><br/>James is now 22 years old but you would not be able to tell by speaking to him.  His young face and childish attitude could alter a person’s perception of him within seconds. This is probably the reason why he has always been able to get away with his mischievous acts. Now a days, James spends most of him time wandering around the nearby forests because he doesn’t find the “city” life interesting anymore. He is a proficient marksman and has always been handy with a knife.  James has even picked up the hobby as a weapon smith although many of his creations have come from the wilderness.<br/><br/>James was never really fond of big crowds or even holding a conversation for to long. For much of his life he lived secluded from the rest of the world except for the few hours he would come home every night to eat supper and sleep in the small house his grand parents had first built many years ago. James would wander off during the day finding himself on the shore lines watching as the waves rolled along the sea line or in the forests surrounding the neighboring ports always finding something to do. James never got bored of the overgrown trees and what lied within them.<br/>_<br/>As James was wondering around the forest, during what seemed like just another quiet night he noticed a commotion of noise and flashes coming from the Far East side of the forest. He soon became interested; maybe the pirates are back, he thought to himself. Pirates had always fascinated James. Their grimy appearance, and fearless attitude caused James to feel like he belonged. As, he ran closer to the edge of the forest where the layer of trees ended and grasslands began he began to realize that a house had caught fire and was burning to the ground. The fire was so fierce that he was able to feel the intense heat even before reaching the last line of trees.<br/><br/>James knelt down behind one of the wider trees and watched as the fire engulfed the entire house until it was nothing but rubble. As he sat there watching he began to realize there was no one around to be seen, especially not fleets of angry pirates hauling their new treasure back to the ship. As he began to think, maybe the pirates have already jumped ship; about to sprint towards the shoreline he noticed something.  The moon reflected off the top of the hill where he caught a glimpse of what looked like two horses, but as soon as he took a second look they had vanished into thin air. Not even giving it a second thought he began to dart for the shoreline.  By the time he had reached the shore it was already very late and was getting closer to dusk. James looked out into the distance to see nothing other than the calm ripples of the night and the moon glistening along the water for as far as he could see.  James sat down in the cold sand as the moon started to fall away and the sun began to creep up out of the ocean and before he even knew it James had fallen asleep.<br/><br/>