A youngish, blond man who looks to be just in his twenties. Standing somewhere around the five-ten mark, he was neither short or tall in that department. Having a wry, slim build, he was an athletic rather than bulky figure, but with the look of a soldier, or perhaps at best knight, to him, although seemed more at home with the finesse of the rapier which he often wore on his belt than with the larger weapons of war. James was of pale complexion, but with the slight coloring that came of hours outdoors which cast a more golden sheen to his skin and made paler the blonde mop of his hair, which was often kept tied at the back. His grin could often seem too arrogant for one so young, but the golden, noble family's signet ring upon his finger might explain that, whilst around his throat he often wore a necklace bearing the symbol of Torm; not that he was particularly pious, but it surely couldn't hurt to have the divine on one's side.