A world of Mechanics

Camm looked at himself in the mirror noting his brown hair that was in downward spikes. He felt the streak of white hair that went to the back of his head above his right ear. His brown eyes like chopped oak examined his facial features, noting his unusual tattoo on his chin. It was a ebony socket like the attachment that would go on a socket wrench. The measurement was 1 mm and a grin came to his lips as his white skin has developed a slight tan to it.

He wore a red vest with a few grease stains on it. His pants were cargos with stitches here and there suggesting that they were either repair several times or hand made. On his belt were several tools and on the back of his belt was a large socket wrench. Made of what looked to be luxurious gold and seemed to be a one handed mace if Camm wanted to use it like that. His boots were rather worn and brown felt was on them, but enough felt was missing to hint that they were steel toed shoes.

Walking away from the mirror Camm made his way to the middle of the wooden room. He pulled up a trap door as he climbed down a tree house ladder. The tree house was made of wood and metal, having metal beams hold the bottom of it to the tree. And the walls plus room being made of wood. Various bolts were used on the beams and wood to keep the tree house there.

Camm got to the ground as he looked from the cliff to the near by city. Smoke rose from it's various factories and trains to the sky. Around the tree house were several mechas and their various parts. They were an older model than the ones that stood outside of the city down below the cliff.

Camm went to one of his many mechas as he began to work on it. Trying to repair it if possible, that was the problem that Camm faced.