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.
The Apartment has a lobby on the bottom floor, where you can sit and chat, grab a snack from the vending machine, or rent a room at the registration desk, where Larry Leysle (lay-sul) stands. Note that the room isn't finished yet, as it still needs more furniture to make it more alive.
Then on the top floor is a nice store, where you can buy a whole bunch of useless crap from rip-off Tom. He likes to sell junk at low-low prices!
And of course there's the whole apartment complex in it's entirety, which is very old, small and cramped. Not the best place to live... Especially with that factory so close to it!
A house..With a mile long windows.. Awesome.;D
It's so you get a good view of the city. Or, at the moment, absolutely nothing =D