James Roh (4 FINISHED)

James, 5'6 quite short for his age, lacking in muscle and height. A flaw not many teenagers dream about having. Yet he has memorizing blue eyes that mimic the sky on a clear day. James grew up with little to no food, leaving him very skinny today. Putting a little bit more meat on his bones as he got older.

James has scars that run up and down his left arm. Some show obviously, others more obscure. James is handsome, but still, short. He has brown messy hair, about finger length long. Smooth, tight, fair skin all around his body.

James at first sight looks as if he has a lazy eye, his left. But if you look closer, it is closed, and he never opens it.
James has scars that run up and down his left arm. Some show obviously, others more obscure. James is handsome, but still, short. He has brown messy hair, about finger length long. Smooth, tight, fair skin all around his body.

James at first sight looks as if he has a lazy eye, his left. But if you look closer, it is closed, and he never opens it.

James is a very shy, unsocial, reluctant young man. He believes the world would stomp on him if he ever said anything to anyone about anything. Being as short as he was, was a curse. It forced him to stay inside when you could. Most kids made fun of him, which lead to James becoming less happy with his life.

Some times James asks himself, why he was born. James came from the fishing district. He couldn't even understand how to tie a hook to a sting.

James would like to think he had many talents, but there were few to none he knew about. James could not fish, but he knew how to captain a boat. He loved the sea, and knew how to navigate it. But could never learn the art of fishing. James also enjoyed reading, whatever he could get his hands on. Books were life, books were death, books were friends, most of all books were his sanity.

James was born on September 20th 16 years ago, along with his twin sister. ( who is purposely not named) James's family was poor, but his mother and father did their best to put food on the table. Sadly, not enough. Between the ages of 5-10 James's family members started dying off. First his father. Then his mother. Next his brother. Next his older sister. His mother before she died, made sure that his father was buried, in a special place with the rest of them. In her grief she neglected that he was dead, and kept his as the legal guardian of telling no one but close friends of his death. Leaving only him and his twin. Putting them into the custody of their uncle, who is usually drunk and not around. He made them work for their own money. Their parents were better guardians.

After everyone died, the dark days of James's life would begin. Him and his sister had to provide for themselves. James, working for scraps, and his sister prostituting herself out for cash. James never approved of this, but ever time she promised to stop, it started again. At the age of 13, things started to lighten up. James got a job, paying little, but enough to keep food in their bellies. His sister stopped pimping herself out. For once things seemed good for them. But fate would not have it so. One of his sisters main clients came to use her again. She said no. James was at work when this happened. From what James could tell when he got home was that the man had his way with his sister, then cut her throat. It looked as if she put up a fight. James knew who this man was. James would make him pay. Before he went to track down the culprit, he buried his sister next to the rest of his family. Then he went out to find the man. In his sleep, James sneaked into his house, cut his throat, and let him lay there, next to his wife who was fast asleep, taking out a picture of his sister, sliding it down the mans pants and driving the knife between his legs, pinning the photo there.

After his sister died James decided it was his time too. He started to cut his left wrist. One for every family member, and one for his sister, every day for a few weeks, driving the knife deeper each time. Though he never successfully pulled it off, he longs for it today. But he wont be the one to take his life now. It would have to be someone else.
After everyone died, the dark days of James's life would begin. Him and his sister had to provide for themselves. James, working for scraps, and his sister prostituting herself out for cash. James never approved of this, but ever time she promised to stop, it started again. At the age of 13, things started to lighten up. James got a job, paying little, but enough to keep food in their bellies. His sister stopped pimping herself out. For once things seemed good for them. But fate would not have it so. One of his sisters main clients came to use her again. She said no. James was at work when this happened. From what James could tell when he got home was that the man had had his way with his sister, then cut her throat. It looked as if she put up a fight. James knew who this man was. James would make him pay. Before he went to track down the culprit, he buried his sister next to the rest of his family. Then he went out to find the man. In his sleep, James sneaked into his house, cut his throat, and let him lay there, next to his wife who was fast asleep, taking out a picture of his sister, sliding it down the mans pants and driving the knife between his legs, pinning the photo there.

After his sister died James decided it was his time too. He started to cut his left wrist. One for every family member, and one for his sister, every day for a few weeks, driving the knife deeper each time. Though he never successfully pulled it off, he longs for it today. But he wont be the one to take his life now. It would have to be someone else.