Name: James McOtten
Animal: otter
Gender: male
Homeland: Portugal
Crew: The crew of the Vengeful Serpent
Crew rank: captain
Profession: pirate/smuggler/head of the Chubby Chihuahua Pirate Guild
Hair: black
Eyes: blue
Fur: brown (but he turns it blue with a potion)
Age: 32
Height: about ?? inches
Weight: about ?? pounds
Family: Maria McOtten (mate)

Likes: money, being ill-mannered, farting, food, rum, farting in his enemies faces, stealing, fish, Maria
Dislikes: rotten fish, the Royal Navy, hunger, good manners
Weapon(s) of choice: his butt, a small sabre that he sometimes poisons
Description

The captain of the Vengeful Serpent and the leader and part founder of the Chubby Chihuahua Pirate Guild.

McOtten is kind to his fellow guild members but to others outside the guild he can be a thief, cheat and a con man.
He has a strong disliking for most humans but there aren't many who know why and those that may know won't talk about it.

James’s Story:
Born in Portugal, his mother died when he was 4 and he was left to fend for himself until an explorer from Scotland found him and adopted him as his pet (this is why he has ‘Mc’ at the start of the surname he made for himself). They spent their days travelling the seas and all was well until one day when James was 17 a pirate attack sank their sloop. All the crew drowned except James. He swam to the pirate port Buccaneer Island. He was taught just how cruel people can be, after that day he had had a dislike for humanity, all except his former owner.

He lived off fish, squid and clams and had a nice life. Over time his belly grew to quite a large size and he found it quite useful for stopping gulls from stealing his food. After he sat on them they gave up and never bugged him again. As he got older he started stealing all the good stuff from the islands fish markets and it was one day when he got caught that he learned just how fun it is to fart in someone’s face. He was trapped by the angry fisherman but he thought maybe it was worth a try, so he stuck his butt out at the fisherman’s face and let out a stinky fart that shocked the man long enough for him to get away.

At the age of 20 he started looking back at that event and decided he wanted to get out there, get rich and make some friend with similar interests to him. So he got to work making a rather questionable (and small) raft. He then stole a sea chart and set out for the nearest inhabited landmass. Port Royal (to be continued in Sarah Silversea’s Story).

Artists note: James is my fursona, I created him shortly after I first came here and since then his looks have changed a bit but still remain fairly similar to his original model.