Age- 21, but his baby-ish face makes him look younger.
Personality- Damon gre up in privlege, and is by no means comfortable with the situation humanity is in. He's often very nervous as of late and a little short tempered, though he really wasn't always like that. When he manages to get his nerves under control he's very persuasive, a natural born leader. People listen to him when he talks.
Appearance- Damon is a pretty lanky kid, standing at 6'4 with not much in the way of muscle or fat. His reddish brown hair is cut short and out of the way of his hazel brown eyes. His face is round and almost like a child's. Many people have remarked on how expressive his eyes are, even when the rest of his face isn't.
Stance- Damon is very eager to go back to the old ways of having robots take care of everything.
Do you want to make the first post?
Ah, why not. I'll take the leap.
Damon sat in the chair that was almost hilariiously too small for him, watching the other members of his 'village', as they had taken to calling it, work around him. Well, most of them worked. Some like him sat in on hard wooden chairs. They grumbled and complained and waited, like they were expecting some bots to come flying out of nowhere with a big roasted turkey and the finest wine this side of the country on a golden platter. Damon saw the others, the working ones, stare at him and all the others sitting down with contempt. "Lazy fools," they must be thinking. "Why don't you just give it up and start working, pulling your weight like the rest of us?" Well maybe he was tired of working all the time. Maybe he wanted it to go back to the way it was. Maybe he didn't know how to do anything else.
Alex walked down the dirty street, a full bag of potatoes over her shoulder. It probably weighed at elast a hundred pounds, but she carried it as easily as if it were ten. She noted with satisfaction that most of the humans around her were hard at work, even if they were bumbling and inneficient. They were learning, and they were trying. They'd figure it out eventually.
She paused, spotting a boy sitting idle. Curious, she watched him.
The sun was particulary unforgiving today. Damon wiped the beads of sweat collecting on his forehead, reaching down for a water bottle he kept by his side. The nasty looks didn't stop. Obviously he wasn't making a good impression. Whatever. He would work on it later.
Checking her internal clock, Alex decided that she had a little time to talk before delivering the potatoes. She crossed the street, coming to a stop a couple feet away from the boy. Now that she was close, she could see that he wasn't really a boy at all. He was older than he looked, and her retinas, scanning the dimensions of his facial features, told her that he was at least seventeen, probably older.
"What is your job, sir?" She asked, not realizing that she might be nosy.
Damon stared at her. Job? Had he ever really gotten one? "I don't really have a job yet," Damon mumbled, his heart quickening. He was still pretty jittery. It didn't help that something about the woman striked him as off.
"What type of occupation do you think would suit you?" Alex asked him, wondering detatchedly why he was staring at her like that.
"I don't know. Does it really look like I'm suited for much?" Damon said with a laugh. "The only thing my dad ever taught me how to do was build bots."
"Looks can be decieving." Alex told him. "Yesterday I met a man who was nearly seven feet tall, bald, and covered in tattoos. He teaches children how to read.
"You can always learn a new skill."
Damon scoffed. "And what makes you think I want to? Once everyone agrees on bringing back the bots, any skills I'll have learned will be comepletely useless.
Alex tilted her head slightly. "I don't understand. What do you do all day if you don't work? What is your purpose?"
Damon gave her a weird look. "Why are you talking like that? There's no need to be so formal."
"I apologize if I have offended you." Alex said, sounding genuinely sorry.
"You didn't offend me, I just wanted to know," Damon said, looking at her quizzically.
"Oh." Alex blinked, "People confuse me."
((I would like to apologize for my recent absences. I probably should have warned you, what with school starting and all that, but I foolishly didn't. That, combined with several family problems that recently came up, have kept me from getting on the computer and posting. I'll try to get on regularly from now on))
Damon stared at the girl. "What? What do you...." he smacked his forehead when he realized what the 'girl' meant. "Oh, god, you're a bot, aren't you? I must have forgotten how realistic you guys look."
((That's okay. I disappear from time to time too.))
Alex nodded. "Yes, I am artificial."
Wow. Damon was stunned. There was only supposed to be a few left. "Sorry, I didn't really expect to meet one for awhile. It's great to see on again. To see another person...er, sort of, on my side of things,"