Character Sketch #5

So now all you have left, is me. Who am I you ask? I'm sure you'd like to know. Well I'm the young man who is smiling as he sits across the table from Cindy, wordless as he surveys those around him and takes in the situation before him. My name is Damien Archon, head pilot here among the Chordian faction. Brad may be more accurate and lethal than me, but I've spent more time working the guns than he has. I reek of gunpowder and my hands are burned and scarred from battle missions. Black hair is kept neatly on my head and I'm hardly worth two glances. I lack words and I don't believe in dreams anymore. Although, I dreamed once.
Before the war I was just a young boy, expecting nothing more from the world than another day and a chance to get outside and play a bit of football. Grass beneath my feet, sun beating down overhead, sweat beading on my brow as I charged forwards and made instant calculations on the field. That was all I dreamed about, getting out and playing another game when the sun came up.
I hadn't changed much, although I've aged quite a bit from those days. Brad was a young one in my book, only 21 and just old enough to drink. The rest were pretty much prodigies, Ava was 16 and James only 15. Cindy was barely an adult at 18. Me, I'm 36 and the head of our forces; in other words I lead the kids in this room against trained killers.
Its a shame to take so many youths into a war which they didn't ask for, but it claimed their lives anyways. They were once more numerous, however it doesn't take much to bring down a child in times like this.
However, the war was no longer the issue, although I'd be damned if I told them that. No, a much more important issue had risen up and required addressing. The war would be ended, there was no doubt, however I was not going to let these children fall victim to what had been unleashed upon the world...