26|Genesis|The Doctor
History || James was born in California and was raised in a small town up until the age of seven, where he was forced to move with his mother once his family had become complicated with his abusive father, hindering any efforts meant to support a child or raise one in a well way. After the separation, he and his mother moved nearest close relative in Virgina, where he then lived for the rest of his life, in a small house, with a dog and an occasional backyard animal who'd he consider a friend. Overall, after the separation, life had almost taken a positive route for his future. He knew what he was going to be, at the time, and he knew what he'd be studying in college. He enjoyed having his life planned out, and it made his mother happy to see him becoming a successful young man so quickly.
He went to college for the arts, having been exceedingly well in traditional art ever since a young age, but quickly dropped out of college, as he learned the stresses of it, and also learned that he did not want to study traditional art. His mother, ashamed and disappointed, kicked him out of her house and he was left living on the streets, until he was welcomed back with open arms to his father. With no other choice, he receded back to California, where he lived and decided to work at a fast food restaraunt until his life could become sorted out. Disaster struck him when he was twenty-two, driving back to his father's house after a late shift at the restaraunt. He was caught in the traffic of the many alcoholics and drunk drivers, and attempting to be cautious, took slow turns and made sure he wouldn't ever get in the path of a car too early. Yet his pre-cautions were still struck down as he was hit with a car, head-on, and left in a coma for two years, before waking and only having a recollection of his father and no others. But once he was released, he quickly lost his amnesia and began to remember once more, although he was still hindered with a limp leg for the entirety of his life. He went to medical school, having been fascinated by the tools and machinery once in the hospital for his coma, and realizing how much he wanted to aid people in situations such as he had been -- he wanted to save lives. Yet his new path for aiding others was cut short once the apocalypse began.
Weapon || An axe.
Habits || James can be seen talking to himself, whether it be due to lack of social interaction or just aloud thoughts, many get weirded out by it and suspect him of psychopathy. It's unkown if he had the problem before the apocalypse, or if it was caused by stresses of the apocalypse and lack of interaction. He also has fidgeting, and unease in general all the time -- he excuses it for anxiety and nerves.
Views of Humanity || James is quite pessimistic, so he views everyone as an enemy until proven otherwise.
Writing Sample || The city was alive, and it flowed throughout him as if he belonged among the neon signs and the lively music and the wild scents of food and cigarette smoke and alcohol drifting with the breeze. He closed his eyes, inhaling everything as he did a slow trek to his car, past the many bars and the restaraunts which called to him, but his inner conscious told him to not get drunk for at least one Friday night. His father wouldn't be any more proud if he came home with five pints of beer in his system. Getting into his car was the hardest part, abandoning the liveliness of the city, the loud shouts and cheers of distant crowds at small garage bands, or the like. The silence of his car and the ticking of the turn signal would likely drive him mad, and even calming music which he generally enjoyed on the drive back to his quaint town wouldn't settle his uneasy nerves from being jumbled at all the entertainment he had come across in just a few hours. Nevertheless, he resisted the urge to exit the car, and started the car, before driving away from the city which he deemed as a much more familiar place than his small town itself. Soon, the faint music ceased, and he was trapped within silence once more. His thoughts were twisting around his mind.
He made sure that he wouldn't be getting hit, as drunk drivers were known to crawl around the side streets at alarming speeds. The revving of a distant engine only proved his point further. He stared down the long road, lacking any curves or anything to add liveliness to it. It was pavement, with underbrush lining it and a single barn at the end of the road, before a bright yellow sign screamed dead end if you were to go any farther past the barn. The only thing illuminating the street at the time was his car's headlights, and he began dozing off, staring at how the light was filtered through the darkness and individual particles were shown floating and flying past the light. He snapped out of his transfix at the sight of red tail-lights, and almost could imagine he got scared by the change in scenery. A middle finger was raised proudly in the car in front of him as he rode the end of the car, having been trapped deep within his state of sleepiness,he hadn't even realized he was still driving, until he was brought back to the sickening reality by a single car.
He turned another corner. And another. His house seemed so far, and he'd never really become this consciouslly aware of the distance from the city to his father's house until he was actually sitting in the silence, already missing the music and the lights. He could almost claim he was home-sick of a home that he didn't reside within. Perhaps it reminded him too much of where he and his mother had once lived. He dozed off again, stuck in the thought of being with his mother. The way she scornfully looked down upon him as he came home early, bag in hand, paper in others. She had struck him across the face and then she was yelling at him and he was crying, before being pointed away with a finger which deafened out his surroundings and he was just staring at the way she was pointing so sudden at the door. He had realized it was his cue to leave and then he was outside once more, in the cold of mid-winter, with snow falling and tears printing his clothing darker. Everything suddenly hurt. He hadn't time to even look up, but he had realized what happened, although it quickly became more of an unconscious yet aware state as his car tumbled over onto the side of the road.