James Daniel Nowlan was born August 26th, 2005 in Maine, United States. He grew up in a relatively wealthy family where he had next to no struggles while coming of age. His life consisted of constant catering from his parents, primarily his mother, to a very formal education. His overall character was never really developed properly and he was somewhat of a submissive kid who was never taught to stand up for himself. He was always told of his exceptional value despite never actually accomplishing anything. Taking into consideration of all previously stated, he was still highly intelligent. He had a way with words that most people could not disagree with, which most likely was the reason he was able to get whatever he wanted from others. For he failed in all aspects of life, or what most would call living, and only succeeded in having other cater and care to his means. This developed a rather inflated ego throughout his years that never truly faded.
Through all his early years he had an air of femininity to him, being primarily raised by his favorite parent, mother. This led him to find interests of high fashion and design. Despite being a boy, this never swayed him from pursuing his dreams for his ego never failed him. He always maintained a boisterous attitude about that which he was passionate about.
Later on in life he attended university and acquired both an English degree and certificate to become a seamstress.
-WIP SECTION, TIME JUMP-
Towards the beginning of the end of the time periods premonition and inevitable catalyst, James fled north with his wife and daughter with the intention of finding safety among their Canadian neighbors. This only lasted so long, before most of everything turned to turmoil. They lasted for quite some time, Annika always possessing that eastern Grit and knowing how to defend herself, though they still struggled. They stayed about, moving from place to place. until word of Bastions coming about, to where they were inevitably were scooped up into Zone 16. -TIME JUMP WIP-
Annika and Irina being gone now, only sent the ol' Peach down into a well of depravity. His mind deteriorated for lack of moral comprehension for that which has occurred. As time went on, his mental state only worsened. His lively hood solely dependent on his frantic creation and following of his craft. He catered to the higher class folks who still had high value for the realities of fashion, or at least what he believed. For all they cared they simple wanted clothes on their back, but his delusions never seemed to stop him in that pursuit. -WIP SECTION, TIME JUMP-
Obviously considering the previous events that unfolded, Peaches was forced unto the pursuit of greener pastures, across the sea. This led him through a period of long migration, going from place to place in pursuit of selling his wares. Time being the only teller of his ultimate mental depreciation. His craft being all that his head had grasp on anymore. This only led him eventually to BKG-023, as soon as he departed his train, he'd travel off on his search for a place to sell his wares. (More to come)