[name]
"I was told my name was...'Ev-an', sir."
(Or B.41I)

[age]
"I am designed to appear as a young adult."
(Technically a few weeks old (looks about 21) )

[species]
"I...I am an android. Made for you."
(../clone)

[sexuality]
"I am built for you."
(Technically pansexual)

[occupation]
"I am to serve you in any way you see fit, of course. I am your companion."

[hobbies]
"I...I do not know what a hobby is for me..."
(Secretly he is intrigued with gardening and plants and being outside, exploring nature or birdwatching, reading books in the sun, talking and being with you, painting, going on trips and being lively but he doesn't know all this yet)

[height]
(5'9")

[appearance]

[personality]
(Since he's only a few weeks old, Evan finds himself a little more innocent and clueless than he'd like to admit. Perhaps it's his cheaper programming, but the memories and personality of the human he'd been cloned from still hasn't fully mixed into his circuitry, leaving him slightly childish as he learns the world around him. Generally, he's sweet spirited and sees things as better than they really are, a trait from his past self. Poetry comes to his lips without much effort and he enjoys seeing the beauty around him. But of course he's been created to serve and be the perfect companion for his master, turning him into a more submissive version of the other Evan. Only when he's very comfortable could he ever crack a teasing joke, and he's not too smart when it comes to sarcasm. But he knows he likes to try new things and go on adventures- if his master is there of course. He has trouble feeling safe without you, and can tend to be a little clingy because of it. Unfortunately he's still a bit vulnerable, making him easily prone to anxiety and fear since he doesn't know he's a clone or understand the few memories he's ingrained with. And he absolutely hates seeing his master upset or distraught in anyway.)

[strengths]
"I can do whatever master requires."
(Gardening, loyalty, finding positive things in the negative, admittedly good at dancing, listening, acting quick because of programming, learning)

[weaknesses/fears]
"I...suppose I am still learning. But I do shut down when my power is off..."
(Being shut off forever, not being enough for you, the dreams he has when resting, fear of not feeling emotion like humans, afraid of cars, the truth people keep hiding from him)

[dreams]
"I only dream to keep you happy, master."
(^^, to be loved by you and to explore the world with you)

[likes]
"I like you, sir. And everything you enjoy."
(Gardening, finding new things, you, fountains, music, talking to you, maps and daydreaming about traveling, the sun, going on walks with you, kisses and human interactions, listening to stories)

[dislikes]
"Um, anything you dislike, master."
(His old programmer, being reminded he's not human, you upset or hurting, being powered down against his will, cars and driving of any kind, being compared to another strange 'Evan', his nightmares, being judged)

[backstory]
(This Evan doesn't have much of a backstory. The couple of weeks he was alive he was tested, pain receptors, senses and how well he adapted to his surroundings. It was a hard process, but he passed with flying colors as an obedient machine and memories of those weeks were erased and replaced with basic knowledge to living normally. The next thing he knew he was waking up to your face, locking into it and accepting you as his new and only master. He had no idea of the strange dreams he'd have or how often his previous owner had compared him to a past human.)

[favorite food]
"Oh, I don't really need food for substance..."
(Anything orange)

[position]
"You're...companion."
(Seke, though admittedly submissive)

[turn ons]
"Ah- whatever you decide, master..."
(True he will do whatever he's told and has little knowledge about sex. Buut to help: tenderness, nipple play, anything with kissing, maybe a bit of scratching, being vocal)

[turn offs]
"I-I will do what you wish...?"
(Feeling attacked, silence, being shut off or feeling used, screaming, being embarrassed, name calling)

[requirements]
Follow the scenario
You're rich
Don't tell Evan he's a clone yet
23+ in age
It's the not so distant future
Don't be nice at first bc you don't like him or whoever gave him

[scenario]
It all started in highschool for you, when you met your soulmate. His name was Matthew. Matthew Evan. And no one could ever be more in love more than you and him. You started dating your Junior year and it lasted all the way through school. Matt had a way with things that always enchanted you. With that charming laugh and those beautiful, lovely eyes. His perfect lips always were reciting poems or dreamy words about the world around you, making everything seem wonderful. And oh could he dance, too, always dragging you along. You waned to travel the world with him, and you never wanted to leave him.
But, in the middle of all your love sick banter with your boyfriend you're father was preparing to retire and give you an entire company and estate to take. He wanted to travel the world too it seemed, and only trusted you to take care of business for him. Of course you were fine with it, as long as Matthew was there, but you didn't fully understand what the job came with. Or more, who the job came with. Enemies from your fathers messy business work was starting to stress you, the men that went against you sometimes seemed crazy enough to actually attack you if need be. But as long as Matthew was there you felt fine.

But then everything changed. It was a stormy late afternoon, you were just getting back home early from a hard day of work and you were ready to see Matthew and have a nice dinner. That wasn't what you got. Instead, you walked inside to see clothes discarded on the hallway floors and suspicious shuffling coming from your room. Oh god. Rushing inside, your heart shattered in your chest at the sight of your true love kissing and grinding another man. The scene after was a blur to you- there was a shouting and flailing of arms and legs. You screamed, Matthew screamed, the third man scurried out as fast as he could. Matthew was soon on his tail, leaving you alone with nothing but the stench of sweat, the sound of rain and a broken heart. It wasn't until too late that you learned that had been your last chance. Two days later you heard of the accident- a car crash in the middle of the night that took your cheating lovers life. It was all too much for you. First betrayal then you loose Matthew forever. Needless to say, you slipped into depression.

Months went by, and you went through life in a blur. You worked when you could, but mostly you just drank and wandered your large house, of course avoiding your old bedroom. Nothing seemed pure anymore. Nothing was beautiful and life didn't seem worth it. That is, until a mysterious package arrived at your door. The box was huge, probably six feet long and heavy enough for two delivery men to have to work to get it inside. There was no return address on it and the men had no idea where the package had come from. You didn't either. All you knew was it was addressed to you with ether words 'Cheating Evan' on it. At first you waited, not really caring either way what it was, until curiosity got the better of you. Finally you pulled out a knife and tore open the box, only to fine another box that eerily reminded you of a coffin. It wasn't however, in fact it looked high tech and expensive. You popped open the lid, gasping in surprise at the face in the box. It was Matthew. Your Matthew, lying asleep peacefully in only scarce shorts. You wanted to touch it, but you knew better. This wasn't Matthew. This was a cruel joke. A joke you wanted no part of.

That was, until the joke moved. Matthews eyes flew open and and locked on you, an alertness on his expression that melded into fear and then into a tender trusting face. "Master!" The boy smiled, his voice sounding slightly different than Matthew's had. "It must be you...I am Evan- I am here to take care of you, sir." Evan reached his hand up, his shaking fingers trying to touch you somehow. Your dead boyfriend had returned to you in some twisted joke, and his hand was almost on your cheek.

You...?