Jamie is a kind, joyful person by nature. He is always there to lend a hand to whoever needs it, even if this means helping dangerous people. Young and novice, he shows good manners and impersonal respect to everyone, more so to the ones older than him. He is the cordial neighboor, the good friend, the gentle big brother, a loyal son and a foolish enemy.

Shy at first, he may appear nervous and insecure, always self-conscious (more so if asked about his race) and worried to not mess up. But don't let this fool you; Jamie has a natural spark of determination that never fades. Even if he may resort last to violence and show a weak character, his determination to find good in everyone is something to fear. His punches may be not the best, but his friendship is inevitable... And if not, he can always kick their butt.

That said, he can and will attack fiercely if someone or something is threatening his loved ones. His heart of gold is a weapon to fear, but also something to handle with care.

Folk Farmer Rustic Hospitality

Long ago, when the satyr was just a baby, his tribe was in war with another tribe; maybe territory, politics, or who knows what catalog motive wars always have. After long battles, they were finally defeated, forced to abandon the territory. His parents loved him, they really did, but mid-conmotion during the stampede of suddendly leaving their home, he fell off his mother's arms and rolled down a hill, through roofs and trails in a miraculous cartoony way until he ended up in a merchant's box, being sent out in a carriage almost instantly, unnoticed. God bless satyr baby wraps and towels are fluffy and strong as heck. When the boxes arrived to the clients -an old couple of humans farmer owners- he was found there as a miracle brought by heaven.

The lady and old man, Lureene and Darvin Sherwood, had never been able to have children on their own, and fate had brought them a baby. Okay, maybe he was another species and were caught off-guard but he was theirs. They did try to figure out where he had come from; after all, his parents may miss him, but all intents were unsuccessful. So the Sherwood couple called him Jamie and lovingly raised him as their son. He grew up to be very humble and kind, good hearted and always willing to help people. He learned hard work from working in the family farm... really hard work. And if it was not enough, the satyr also worked for some time in the town's tavern to earn some extra cash when crops weren't enough; he spent a lot of time there. Everyone in town knew and liked him, since he always helped people with various tasks, too.

Jamie was satisfied with his life. He loved his family, and even if work was hard and tedius at times, he loved being with the animals and the cordiality of the villagers. There was harder times when he was younger and other kids would try to pick on him because of his looks and the family he's in; he was in a mostly-human town, so it was to expect. But burying those offences deep down, he just swallowed and kept on with his mundane life.

However, to the town's tavern always came interesting people; travelers, adventurers, explorers on quests, and they all had their stories Jamie loved to hear. People always pointed out how surprising it is to find a kind and gentle satyr and how he didn't have a tribe. And he didn't know what to say because... he didn't know anything at all about his own race. Nothing about his past, his tribe, his own culture and traditions... nothing. It is the part of him that he dislikes the most. Of course, he knows he's adopted and he loves his parents, but he wanted to know more. His parents told him how they found him and how it looked like he wasn't abandoned, since he was in good shape and with good clothes and wraps, but they could never find anyone who lost a baby satyr. So he grew curious, and wanted to go find his origins. Darvin, who was a retired Wizard, and Lureene, a retired Warrior, had their own adventures when young, and encouraged him, with fear and pride, to go have his own adventures. So they taught him some magic, on which he showed to be outstanding, his father gifted him his old quarterstaff and his mother crafted a fitted armor. After long trainings and with some tears, he went out to find his true identity.

Will he find his origins? Why didn't his biological parents look for him? Will he like or regret what he finds? Only time will tell.