Name: James Charretier
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Home Continent: Europe
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Appearance: Looks to be about sixteen years of age but is 21. Small scar on his cheek from a thrown
card. Is five foot, three inches and weighs 119 pounds.
Personality: "People used to call me a dimwit. I couldn't see why until all hell decided to break
loose. Then, my shell of dim wittedness broke and I was the last survivor. It pains me to say it, but I
hold quite a burden.
Bio: "Long before the whole A.I. take over, I was just starting out at Academie de Police. It was me
and my sister Lillianne. We rented a small loft in Annecy and I worked on the force while she went to
school. Our parents had died four years ago and she lived with Nanan while I was at the Academy. As soon as
I made it out, stuff went down and technology saw a big boost. Of course, it just so happened to be around
the same time I came down with a nearly incurable disease. They couldn't do anything for me so they froze
me in cryostasis and stored my police gear. I still wonder what of Lillianne happened.
Woke up to find myself in a weird, torn up version of Annecy. A man and a woman pulled me out of my capsule
and brought me to some weird building in Paris. They put me through some strange thing that they said would
help me find out what happened to my beloved sister. These cores, I found were actually dangerous, too. For
that, I'll fight...."
Code Cores
Code Core 1
A police issued handgun
Tier: Standard
Bonus:
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A.I. Core
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B.A.I.T.R Standing: 25
Health: 100
Control Limit: 200
Skill: 17
Strength: 11
Defense: 17
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Tactical Advantages
(Name of Tactical Advantage Goes Here) - Level (Whatever Level The Tactical Advantage is
Goes Here) - (Effect of Tactical Advantage Goes Here)
