Nickname(s):
"Nothing in particular. Boy is fine with me. Whatever. I answer to most anything." He has no specific nicknames. Well, that he uses anymore. His mum used to call him Jamsie, but he isn't too keen on that one.
Age (Real Age):
"I'm new here!" He looks to be about 20 or so, but he is actually a good hundred and fifty years old. Still rather green.
Gender:
"Hold on, let me check.... wait. Is this a precursor for a pick up line or something? I'm not really interested..." Male
Looks (descriptive + must include height â anything not in, or not apparent in, the picture!)
Little James stands at about five foot three. He's a little bugger. Probably because his mother was the tiniest human one ever did see. He's slim and almost feminine in build, little bulk to his body. Of course, he's still got more meat to him than the average human of his stereotype. Which gave him quite the advantage over the football team when they thought it to give him the chase. He has vividly blue eyes, thanks to his father, and a slender, expressive face. Despite hist slender build, he still looks rather stocky because of his height and the muscle he does manage to have. Said muscle isn't readily visible, but if he puts it to use it does stand out in his lightly tanned skin.
Occupation (mostly relevant to the sisters):
"Well, you could call me the Personal Servant. If you wanted to. I'm not much for it though." He's the Lykae king's servant.
Skills/Equipment (meaning martial-arts training, favorite weapon and so on. Not relevant to the sisters)
Other than his own body, James never had any reason to wield a weapon, so he doesn't. He is rather agile though, and if he was less clumsy he could do well at fencing.
Personality/History:
James is James. That is all that can honestly be said about him. He's a young puppy-dog of a Lykae, not completely comfortable in his body, but friendly and hard working all the same. He does prefer pretending to be human though, and tries his best to avoid some of his less 'civilized' instincts. He is actually quite stoic for the most part,so long as a raw nerve isn't struck he can endure most verbal lashings with a foolish looking grin on his face. Despite his ignorance, he isn't dull. He's just a bit of a bumble, a little bit clumsy, a touch of a fool. He tries his best though, even though he doesn't like his new job.
His human mother raised the child from the time he was little, in the human world. The pup went to school in the human world, learned how to be a human. Which made it very confusing when he started to exhibit odd behavior. Like, whenever he threw a tantrum he'd grow claws and get bigger. Which kind of scared him, admittedly. He forced himself to act more stoically. Unless you insult his mother, or something like that. He's very protective of her, well, her memory. She died when he was going on sixty. Then he was picked up by his father, who was confused and a bit disgusted to see how his son had turned out. The quiet little thing, how was it even possible?
As a high-standing citizen James's father did manage to dump the young-ling at the age of one hundred into the King's court in the hopes that he'd either kick the bucket or turn into a real Lykae. it hasn't worked very well, but the hardworking chap wiggled his way up through the court, finally landing himself a decent job (As per his father's instructions) after the last personal servant....well...you know....died...
Other:
James is very easy with most of his emotions, as anger was the only thing he actively suppressed. Despite his reaction to amour, he really isn't interested in...that. Perhaps it was part of his Lykae instinct that he suppressed, seeing it all as bad.
Post (this is merely an example of how you would act your character):
They whispered about him behind his back. James knew that for a fact. It didn't irk him too much though. It was because he was young and green, but in such a high position. It didn't feel like a very high position though. Sometimes James felt no better than a dust mop. He just did as he was told. The human world had contained so many more possibilities, so much more, he had never been looked down upon like he was here. He'd been a strong and handsome young man there, perhaps a bit strange and a touch foreboding, but still an interesting character. Here he felt like he was always underfoot and that the others didn't like him at all.
Maybe it was because if he grew his hair out he'd look like a girl because of his feminine face. The sexism of this place disgusted him. The chocolate haired young male shook his head slightly, his eyes still bright with a vigor he didn't completely feel inside, and he hurried back into his room with his swift akimbo movements. He was clumsy because he didn't think before he moved. he lacked grace because he was always in somewhat of a hurry. He looked awkward because he wasn't entirely comfortable with the dynamics of this body. He'd been taught to be a human, but he wasn't a human. he was this. And that wasn't what he wanted.
James flopped onto his bed, rubbing his face. He was always tired these days, it seemed. The king kept him almost always on the move, doing this, avoiding that, trying not to displease him.James didn't want anyone to get him wrong, he adored the King, the ruler of his country, but he was such a pain sometimes, just like a little child who did what he liked with no rules, regulations or punishments. it was annoying sometimes to clean up after him.
The young male rubbed his face, sighing. Then he heaved himself up and stripped, dressing again in tomorrow's uniform. That space of about six or seven seconds, other than his occasional bath, were the only times he was ever out of uniform. The rest of the time he was garbed, ready to stand at attention in case the king should wish him for some obscure, self absorbed reason. And if James was called, he needed to arrive fast, or risk getting into trouble. Getting dressed took too long. Going out stark if called at night, he'd always slept starkers before this employment, was also not a good idea.
With a huff, James collapsed back against his bed again, falling asleep in seconds.