I'M NO GENTLEMAN.

He did not want to continue the endless nights of parties and balls where people spoke but never really said anything. He did not want to have his every word and action scrutinized. He did not want every minute decision made for him from the clothes he wore to the people he could associate with. He did not want his magical prowess and physical appearance to be appraised by every woman as if he were some prized stallion to be bought and bred. He did not want it! His engagement to another highborn lady was the final straw. James fled to a land where his people rarely went especially those who were made for the finer, nobler life. Skyrim, a rugged, harsh land where a nobleman’s son wasn’t all that special. The common-folk were more likely to ogle at a Companion than a stray Breton lord. But he had not been raised for anything but ruling over lands and throwing lavish parties. His only skills were in magic (which he stubbornly refused to utilize any longer), shooting (a noble’s sport), and picking locks (he had to escape his lavish estate somehow). Though he might have become a hunter for one of the Jarls, he longed for adventure, for freedom, but struggled to find it alone. That’s when he found the Guild, or rather, they found him. After swiping a few trinkets out of Nazeem's home in Whiterun (stuck-up prick reminded him a little too much of home and James needed the coin), he was approached by the Guild and was swept up into the eccentric band of thieves. He is one of their best burglars, breaking into any home or business with ease. He is encouraged to explore the Holds of Skyrim (and leave pockets lighter in his wake) and allowed to choose what he wants to do. Every day holds the possibility of a new challenge or adventure, and he revels in it. His only qualm with his new life is the Guild’s allegiance and reliance upon the Blackbriars. Though he’d never say so (yet), James believes their ties to the toxic family should be severed.