Once a miserly man belonging to one of Ishgard's many lesser houses, January has since rejected their ideologies in favor for standing on his own. He opted to wander as a 'past time' as he so lovingly calls it. It's hard to tell with his near monotone voice if he truly enjoyed the traveling or not. To pair with his dry voice, the man has an expression of perpetual boredom, and his never-ending quest to find something to sate his interests carries ever onward.With his travels ceased due to the recent (but stalled) doomsday, he's taken up the craft of watchmaking and in spare time; refurbishing old, tarnished jewelry. There is something there unspoken in him, and if one wishes to pry into his story the amount of blank spaces outweighs the ones filled in. Surely a man of such bland and spotty backstory shouldn't have such uneven, unpredictable aether.