Duke James Watson is a fine British man, with sharp golden pairs of orbs and a stunning jet black hair that is soft and gleams under the sunbeams. He has a disposition of his own, an attractive side to those who strive freedom in others. The lad was born a day after a merry celebration of christmas, in the West Midlands county of Birmingham on a frigid month; 26 December. Twenty-one years the count of his age now, yet still hopping here and there between the senile childish dreams.

So kindest of heart he has since the cold birth, in despite of the misfortune of being the unwanted one, disposed to the street like a mere garbage. Nevertheless, living a life of freedom taught him to not mingle too much with the pasts. He follows his own whims, an individualist first and last but still loyal to a few. Does not labelled himself good and bad likewise, will do choices that advantages him the most. Lives by his own rules and does not really like to follow orders.