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Prince Jameson never wanted the greatness he was born into. He was (And is) expected to take up his role to go forth and shake hands and make friends and lead in the way he is meant to...and he wants none of it. Some day he might, of course, but currently he wants other things. He was always at home in the wild, and he would constantly sneak out either on his own, or convince his hunters and guards to take him out. He was a natural with a bow and the wild, and became skilled there while still lacking many of the normal social niceties his position expected. He is educated, as well, to a point. Skilled from many private tutors, he often takes a book with him into the wild, to read in the 'silence' of it all. During the recent wars he aided his house, not as some metal-clad knight, but as a leader of the scouts and wilderness spies. He found great use there. Recently, he was promoted to Master of the Hunt.

Standing a solidly built 6'2", this man stands out in his own way. His hair is dark brown and cut to only a few inches, and he is clean shaven save for a few days stubble. His skin is tanned and mostly smooth, save scars from battle here or there. His otherwise very handsome face is marred by a long, thin scar running diagonal from forehead to chin. It adds character. The man looks to be in his mid to late twenties.

Jameson is a good man, but not quite a great one...yet. His family expects a lot from him, but he is a bit of a slow bloomer in the ways they want. They want him to be honorable and forthright and skilled in court, but he would rather slink through the woods and hunt game, or scout. He would rather watch from afar, which is NOT a choice befitting a man of his title or birthing. He is not a coward or a bad man...simply one who is not good at the things his family tends to be good at, while excelling at others. There is a stark loneliness to his life, though, and it gnaws at him. Jameson is not willing to sacrifice who he is to fill it, however.