Milo Piven

[Milo Piven]

:: T H I S i s M E ::

MILO JAMES PIVEN



I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape

`THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US !

NAME, Milo, James, Piven
AGE, 20
DATE OF BIRTH, January, 1st
GENDER, male
SEXUALITY, Straight
SPECIES, super
SPECIAL ABILITY, Ferrel, his ability left him with a sort of 'mutation' of an animal like appearance but left him with higher senses, abnormal endurance and agility. (like that of an animal)

`I'M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAIT !

EYES, golden yellow
HAIR, black, very long, straight usually pulled into a braid
WEIGHT, 210lbs
HEIGHT, 6'7"
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES/FLAWS, He resembles a feline, doesnt look human at all
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS, none

`A WORLD FULL OF KILLING !

LIKES, being alone, quiet, people who don't treat him like a monster
DISLIKES, crowds, his appearance, gang wars
FEARS, gangs
WANTS, to look like everyone else
STRENGTHS, he's fast, better vision than most in the dark, strong, stealthy, can tell when people are near
WEAKNESSES, stands out
HABITS/QUIRKS, often hides in layers of clothing to hide himself
SECRETS, doesn't mind the quarantine, it means he doesn't have to deal with too many different people.
OVER ALL PERSONALITY, As a kid he was more open and care free, but once he realized he wasn't like everyone else his personality took a drastic turn.
Milo is a very independent person, he doesn't like to rely on other people because he doesn't trust easily. He's generally very quiet and usually only says things when he thinks something needs to be said.

`BLOOD SPILLING !

OVER ALL HISTORY,
Milo's mother was terrified when he was born, she didn't understand what had happened for her child to turn out looking like he did. His blue skin made her fear he was something other than human. Under the impression her child was somehow part demon she had wrapped him up in blankets, put him in a basket and left him on the doorstep to a church in hopes they could help him and give him a good home. She was never seen again.
Left with no name and no family, a woman who was unable to bear children herself found him on the church step. she took him in, gave him a home and a name. She didn't care what he looked like, she was just happy she had a child in her home. But it wasn't until Milo started getting older that she realized how hard it was for him to live with everyone else. People never gave him a chance, he was ignored, cast out and made fun of. She ended up home schooling him to spare him the worlds judgmental opinions.
Once the virus had hit Milo had watched as the only person who ever completely accepted him slowly fade away. With the quarantine following soon after he hid himself from the public and as things started getting out of hand he stayed out of the way. When ever he went out into the city he covered himself completely so no one could see what he really looked like.
He only enters the super human territory occasionally for a few supplies, otherwise he makes due with what he can grow and find on his own.

`THAT WORLD NEVER CAME !

YOUR NAME/ALIAS, Pokey
YOUR AGE, 18
HOW YOU FOUND US, my forum.
FACE CLAIM, the Alien dude from Avatar
ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE, same one as my other two. :]

Terence was on his way to Terra jamming to a few human tunes over the Network connection on the ship. Leaning back in the pilot's chair with a small chunk of raw meat hanging out of his mouth. He nodded his head to the music and occasionally air guitared along to it as well. He had a shipment of meat in the ships freezer to deliver to a specific restaurant on Terra. He only ate a bit of it...

As he arrived and unloaded the shipment still humming along to the last song that had played. Getting his payment he flew his ship to one of the the main ports before leaving Terra. He wanted to relax again but forced himself to take out some of the garbage that had piled up in the Captain's quarters.

There was more garbage than he thought. Terence had shoved two big bags full of all the trash he had sitting around his ship and was taking them to one of the large dumpsters at the port. He had a toothpick sticking out of his mouth as he had the two large bags over his shoulders and made his way down the ramp of his ship.

The dumpsters weren't hard to miss, they had to be big to constantly take all the trash that came off the ships that stopped there. He swung them almost effortlessly up and into the huge steel bins. He dusted his pants off and ran a hand through his short dirty blond hair. He was glad he finally forced himself to clean, it was great to be able to actually walk through the cockpit with out stepping on things. And it smelled better to have a clean ship, he used some sort of air freshener that he found on Antheia he surprisingly didn't despise. A nice new fresh start, in case someone decided to tag along they weren't bombarded with the smell of garbage.

Making sure he had his guns on him, he closed up the ship, flicked the toothpick into the garbage bin and headed off to look around a bit before leaving. After all he needed to stretch his legs a bit and wander before being stuck in the ship for who knows how long. He just wasn't sure how long he wanted to stick around in the stale air of Terra. The whole planet smelt like fuel.