James Riot was the first child to unstable parents, Mordichai and Thelma. they were a happy couple, but perturbed at the idea of having to raise a child as it would cut into their favorite hobby of tricking the neighborhood children into eating their own pets. Despite heavy drinking and smoking during pregnancy, little Riot survived child birth. At the age of 20 months, Riot was beginning to learn to speak when a doctor told his family that he seemed to be developmentally delayed and possibly mildly retarded. His father took the opinion to extremes, believing that he was profoundly retarded, and took him to the ocean and threw him in. Rescued from death by the horrible denizens of the undersea city R'lyeh, Riot was raised under the sea...playing amidst the massive slumbering form of Cthulhu. This close proximity was not without incident, however, as when Riot emerged from the bosom of the sea 25 years later, he returned to the world of man with malice in his heart and destruction on his mind. A weapon of the Great Old Ones, tempered at the unfathomable depths of the unforgiving sea.

Then he discovered whiskey, moved to southern California, and makes a living doing freelance artwork and drawing comics. He likes re-reading old Lovecraft stories to the point of insanity, Orange Chicken from Panda Express, and B-grade horror movies. His parents hate it when he tells that story.