Captain Christopher Richard Pike

Jim took this truth with a smile and a shrug. "Then I suppose it's a good thing I don't live there," he said. He sobered slightly. "No, I'd be an entirely different person. I don't think I would like that person, Christopher. But I daresay he wouldn't like me, either." He liked Pike, though, which in some sense struck him as odd though in others it felt quite as natural as when he liked anyone else worthy of respect. There was an intensity about him that intrigued him, though it was a dangerous thing as well. There was something hard and cold about that icy blue gaze that was a warning to all. But there was more to Pike than that. More to this Spock, too. And Jim had always been committed to seeing that. "We'd all be fools not to recognize that our choices are, to a large extent, bound by our environments."