My name is James Nolan. I live in an old apartment in Saria, a nice city where people live happily and peacefully. I was born in 2011, a year after World War III ended. My father, Maurice, was the commanding General of our army, and we won thanks to his strategic intelligence. He lived happily with me and my mother, a woman he loved very much, and held her very dear.
Then she died in 2018 due to a severe heart-attack. My father became depressed and was enraged easily and often. After a couple years, he vanished, leaving me alone. I had to live in an orphanage until I turned 18. There, however, I had met my best friend, Harold Dasher. We grew up together and planned what we were going to do when we got out. We went to college, Harold was taught in the ways of science. I tried it, but it didn't appeal to me very well. I decided to join the military, and learn how to protect people, just like my father had. However, that was one goal I had in my head since I was a kid. To find my Dad.
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