James Carmichael

Background
James Carmichael was born in a Lore-Hunter family. From the moment he was born, he was expected to fall into line quickly, and learn his place in his family. James didn’t have a childhood, nor did he have time to make mistakes. For every single mistake he made, he was severely punished. From childhood, James knew that whatever way his life turned out, it was simply the result of how he was born. As he grew older and become the machine The Order wanted, James’ past melted into his anger. He was simply a body with a name. He didn’t associate any emotions with himself, didn’t make any connections with anyone outside The Order. He lost his memory once, a concussion to the head, rendering his memories frozen. For once in his life, he no longer had the burden of being the cold trained killer that The Order controlled. He created friendships, had relationships. He had been a regular human being. Until The Order caught wind of just what James had been doing. They brought him back and made sure they recovered his memory, brute force or not. He’s returned to the one place where he once found solace, expected to abduct those he had once called friends and turn them over for the greater good. The residents of Emerald Cove better hope that James doesn’t remember their faces when he returns. Word is that The Order did a number on him, working him to hell and back with no redemption on his side. James isn’t out for blood but he’s out for more. He wants someone to pay for what was done to him. And the only people he can hold at fault for that, are the miscreats that inhabit this town. The miscreats that he knows he is a part of but is never willing to admit it. The miscreats that define him more than anything else in the world could.

Personality
He is calculate and ruthless in his actions. He is arrogant and serious, seeming to have no soul at all. After waking up with his memories lost, James was kind and understanding. He was compassionate and friendly and seemed to befriend all of those who approached him. It seemed that the reservoir of emotion that was untapped, became unlocked when he was concussed and his memories were lost. But now that his memories are back, James does not care for the bridges he had built as what he considers, a weak human. James knows that his bridges are burned but he isn’t sure if he quite likes that feeling or not.