A while later, James found himself at his least favorite part of the Boarding process. He stood in front of the CNS’ door for a long moment before he pressed the chime for entrance. Then, he stepped back, waiting.

He was a stout young man, though not overweight. Years of hard work with his hands had made his already wide frame fill out at the shoulders and in the chest. He hailed from North Eastern Oklahoma, and looked it. James had blue eyes, light brown (almost blonde), curly hair which he wore short to hide the curls. His face was open, honest, and weather beaten. There were laugh lines, but also crow’s feet around his eyes. He’d be easy enough to read.

-Franklin, Eng