James Parker lives a double life that few people know about.  One that few people would expect.  The life that of a kaiju.

A not so typical college basketball player, At 8 years old he was determined to be gifted and was given the opportunity to skip a few grades. He took advantage of the opportunity and at 12 he discovered he was gifted with speed taking up multiple sports, excelling at all of them and scholastically being unmatched eventually he graduated high school at 14 as valedictorian and entering college at 16 with the hopes of immediately starting on the basketball team. Learning the age restriction on college hoops he majored in engineering with a minor in automotive eventually getting onto the team at 18 years old. He finished college at 21 years old and immediately started a shop building cars and engines. Throughout this time hiding the fact that the gifts were not truly his own, only revealing his secret to his best friend Kyra and his mom. James was a Kaiju, one of the few of his kind to be both human and kaiju, an earth defender having rarely been needed to fight but fighting every chance he got. Smaller than most kaiju, being in the same size range of Baragon what he lacks in size he more than makes up for in tenacity and sheer speed, having taken down the likes of Space Godzilla and Gigan.

3 years having passed, his shop growing to unimaginable size in popularity and volume of business he uses his business as a means to hide his battles as a kaiju claiming he is out on business trips for weeks at a time.

3:30 in the morning, James makes his way into his home, head hung low and back slightly arched.  His forehead dotted with spots of blood, his shirt is rolled up and pressed against his left side which is sliced open from just below his underarm to his belly button.

He makes his way down the hallway to the bathroom where he walks into the shower not even bothering to take off his shorts before turning it on letting the water cleaning out the wound some.  He steps out and walks over to the mirror and raises his arm to look at the slice wincing some as the wound opens a little.

He suddenly flushes and stumbles back, grabbing the sink to keep from falling down.  He kneels down by the sink and lays his head on it.