My name is Dimos, and I am a soldier made of clockwork, my programmed purpose to fight for the sake of the royal family as I am commanded. I have however been deemed faulty and discarded, as I could not follow orders properly. I am told that I take everything in a literal sense, and can not identify bluffs or sarcasm well. I also have a hard time understanding human topics that do not relate to the violence I have been made to carry out, such as peace, but I try to understand as best as I can.