James was born in a small town on the border of Nebraska and Wyoming. He was always gifted in his studies and believed he was going to be a great Medical Examiner. He always had a fondness of working in morgues, from the time he landed his first job in one at age 17. He described working with them as "Easy" and "Peaceful." Despite his strange fascination with the dead, he was very social and was very popular. Along with his fascination of corpses, James spent one Summer with his uncle, Jesse, and was hooked on hunting. Every summer James would visit his uncle for a month and they would go camping and hunt whatever they wanted. Jesse was very close to a Game Warden in his town, so there weren't many troubles getting a license. While James was with Uncle Jesse, he suggested they go overseas one day and hunt some more "exotic" game. No-one really understood what he meant, but Jesse nonetheless agreed. When they arrived in Svetloyarsk, they hopped off the boat and decided they would stay in Olsha, a small town with woods surrounding the area around it. They mostly hunted in Blunt Rocks where Black Lake kept a stable community of wildlife. There were a strange number of disappearances that summer however... One day, James was the only to return from the hunting trip, he was greeted by three Humvees and a Tank in Olsha. The soldiers told everyone in town they were there to evacuate them to Krasnostav. He was brought there and stayed there for an hour or two in tents. Suddenly there were screams and gunshots. He ran out of Krasnostav as fast as he could. The horrors he saw have stayed with him and he will never forgot the faces of those people being eaten alive. After wandering around Severograd for a couple of days, he decided that he will survive whatever the hell is going on, whatever it cost. He wrote down a few rules for himself to keep him alive. "1.Never Trust A Soul That Hasn't Trusted You. 2.Robbery Is Still A Crime. 3.I Will Not Turn. 4.Help Who You Can. 5.Keep Relationships At A Distance." Those who cross him will meet the end of a barrel, and those who help him will meet a friendly face.