One of Four Main Characters

J

male

20

Maybe 210? He's got muscle, though he doesn't show it off.

5'9 or 6'0? I'm never sure about anything..

Raven black

Short but not too short. It hangs in front of his face sometimes.

Normally none, but sometimes there's scruff. He never lets it go past that, though.

Baby blue

Human

light

Lightly muscled

If he stays out in the sun, he gets freckles.

Gentle when needed, A little headstrong

Reaching his destination

Trusts too easily, acts too quickly, frustrated if he can't solve/understand a puzzle or an obstacle.

Aliens are mainly evil and homicidal

Advanced engineering, astronomical training, a little fighting experience

working out, but he's refrained from doing so recently. Cooking and gardening are also on his to-do list.

Polite when you first meet him, can be silly or serious, trustworthy, honest, and always tries to have good leadership.

Healthy, Sane.

None, he doesn't believe in any god.

No political stance, considering the fact Earth has been destroyed.

Astronaut fits this description best. Though, now he's just trying to survive.

Red.

Mac'n'cheese but also icecream.

Red sweatshirt from Earth.

His gun, but he can use his fists quite well.

He loves cats, but he had a dog on Earth.

Astronaut best fits this category.

February 29th

Pretty high, he's much smarter than the average male his age.

When he lived on Earth, James had a pretty normal life. He would train just in case he needed to go into space, he would build small robots, walk/run with his dog, and help out at adoption centers for animals when he had time.
His sister died recently, and so his dog, which once belonged to his sister, was given to him. James was sent into space at the destruction of Earth, and now is just trying to get to Mars, their destination and soon-to-be home.

None anymore. Rest in peace, Pom.

NOTE: Love interests can't be named because I don't own the characters. He does have a love interest though, although now is probably not the time to ask them out on a date.

james handling his nerpherps.

"The only way to have a friend is to be one, James." Glaring at his mother, James scowled. "How would you know?" The little boy asked, upset because his first day of kindergarten had come and gone, and the only person he talked to was his teacher. His mother's green eyes sparkled. "James, I've found that saying to apply to everyone. It might take time, but you'll see."

-swoosh forward in time-

James sat at the wooden picnic table, absorbing the breeze on the warm summer day. The smell of something being bbq'ed filled the air and James could feel himself relaxing. "Hey little bro, I think you're falling asleep," His sister commented. James raised an eyebrow. "Just chillin'." He replied. Looking into the distance, two little boys starting shouting at each other.
"BRENDAN, STOP IT!" One yelled. "YOU STOP IT!" Brendan replied. James' sister sighed. "They never stop fighting. Uncle James, go talk to 'em?" James stood up and jogged over to the boys.
"Hey guys, what's wrong?" He asked. "Brendan won't give me back my lucky penny," Piped his nephew. Brendan, his other nephew, crossed his arms. "It's not yours it's mine!" He replied. "No! You're not my friend anymore!" The other boy said, starting to cry. "Finders keepers, losers weepers!" Brendan teased.
"Brendan, can I see the penny?" James asked. Brendan handed over the penny reluctantly. "Well, lucky for you boys, I have a penny exactly like this." James said, inspecting it. "But I like this one." Brendan replied, edgily. "Yes, but what's more important, Brendan? The penny, that you'll either spend or keep in a drawer forever, or your brother, who will always be with you?" Brendan considered it. "What's the point? He's not my friend anymore." Brendan said with a withering glare at his brother. "Yes, but, Brendan," James paused, remembering his mother's words. "The only way to have a friend is to be one, and I think you want your brother to be your friend, especially since you live in the same house." Brendan nodded. "So you know what you have to do?" James asked. Brendan hung his head. "Yes Uncle James." He replied. "Good, you won't regret it." James said, and without looking back, returned to the picnic table.