Imagine walking down the street and seeing a malnourished puppy sat in a puddle. The feeling of awwww combined with pity and slight disgust, basically sums up what most feel about James (or whatever name he's given). Not fond of his actual name (James being horribly vanilla and unoriginal), usually he'll instead choose Prince Anaconda of Wondermart, or perhaps, The Diamond Theif of the Most Easterly Western Coasts. Whatever he tells you you can be sure it isn't the truth.

A thief by trade and a kleptomaniac for fun, James is a compulsive liar with a heart of gold beating in his malnourished chest. A heart which, incidentally, he's happy to sell for about any price. With a charming accent (Irish), an eye for chaos, a can't-keep-me-down attitude, and a habit of doing drugs first and asking questions later, it's no wonder that James finds himself alone and friendless most of the time.

Deeply afraid of being alone, James' fine on my own! attitude is an obvious defense mechanism, as is his self-degrading humour and quick but dark wit.

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