Milo

Youth

-Milo's gone.

-Good ridance.

— Milo's older siblings

Milo is the younger of three brothers. Since he was young they lived in the streets, surviving on whatever they could find, steal or bargain. Milo doesn't have memories of a home or a family. He is not even sure the two older boys were really his brothers.

They never showed him any kind of affection. They used him to scam other people, as bait to rob innocent bystanders. They also taught him to pickpocket to take away his earnings later. They were bullies. Once Milo was old enough to survive on his own, he left them behind and made a point to forget their names.

Once he was on his own, Milo got odds jobs in farms, taverns and did everything he could to survive another night. When he was in his teen years, he crossed paths with a gang of thieves. They needed someone who knew the town to rob the wealthiest family. In those times, even if the mage were long gone, poverty, hunger and disease still were very much around, and people were desperate. This gang certainly was to trust on skinny strange kiddo.

Milo saw them as an opportunity to leave the town. He helped them to rob the town's mayor, the same who welcomed to work on his farm and always treated him fair. Milo didn't feel regret when he helped the gang loot the mayor's house. Luckily he and his family were away at a party. When they came back, nothing of value was left. Not that there were much.

After that, he travelled with the gang for a couple of years. Milo learned all the tricks of their trade. Food and shelter were somewhat more common, although the price for his head increased significantly. Milo specialized in stealing whatever it was worth. Although he injured more than one victim or rival, he never took a life. It was his only limit.

Survival

-How much it's going to cost me?

-How much are you willing to pay?

— Milo setting up his price to hunt a prey.

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Surviving in a nation doomed to fall in despair is not an easy task. There is crawling desperation lurking behind the intentions of every human being. Milo saw his position in the gang threatened, and he soon faced the possibility to be cast out again or becoming their leader. He could have gone out on his way yet again like he did when he was a kid. But he was no longer a kid. Milo took the other option. He challenged the gang's leader to a duel. In front of everyone, Milo took his first life: he put a sword through his opponent's hearts.

After that, the gang's business became more dangerous and bloody: they added kidnapping and murder for hire to their services. They became richer, but it came with the consequence to be hunted down by justice and other rival gangs. Milo didn't care. They kept going.

After a while, Milo's name was famous for all the wrong reasons. He was known as a cruel leader, merciless and without any hint of guilt. Or so they thought. Then he was charged with a special hunt.

One wealthy man approached him with an offer: kill the only son of his rival to get more power over a piece of land. Milo didn't understand why killing the child would make his client more powerful or get any advantage. It was just a pointless act of cruelty. Milo accepted the offer but decided he didn't need help to kill a single child and went alone.

When he reached the house, he disarmed the guards and knocked out everyone. But he didn't kill any of them. He told himself it wasn't necessary. It was easy to find the child's room. Once he was there, Milo saw something he wasn't expecting: his intended victim was a baby sleeping in his mother's arms and a bluebird in a cage.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the bluebird singing. The mother held her baby and looked directly at Milo's eyes. Her look wasn't a plead for mercy. It was a defiant look. Milo knew this woman was capable of anything to defend her child. Milo also knew he could kill them both and collect his reward.

Milo draw his sword and let it fall over the birdcage, setting it free. The bird flew towards him. Milo jumped out of the window.

This decision made him the target of his gang. The man who hired him to kill the baby now wanted his head.

Encounter in the forest

-Who are you?

-Your savior.

-I don't need a savior.

-Your bird disagreed with you. Your wounds also tell another story.

— Milo and Ralid's first conversation.

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Milo traveled far away escaping his ex comrades, so far away he reached an unknown town, Ralid's sanctuary. It didn't matter. Their persecutors found him in the forest. Milo's only ally was his little bluebird. His bluebird singing was the cry for help he couldn't utter while he fought for his life. Milo was outnumbered. He had already received many stabbings. Blood was pouring out of his body. He was on his knees waiting for the final blow when a miracle happened.

The trees around him came alive and stretched their branches, and in a matter of seconds, the attackers had their necks strangled and dropped dead. His bird kept singing, but now it was a song of victory. Milo lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was pale skin and blond hair.

Many hours later, Milo woke up in Ralid's house. His wounds were gone. Milo had many questions. He got answers and so much more.

Mental characteristics

Sexuality

Gay

Age

35

Gender

male

When Milo was the leader of his gang he always made sure to distribute their earnings equally. He knew it was the way to keep his men from challenging his leadership. The other way was to slay whoever dared to raise their voice against him or talk behind his back.

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-What do you want from me?

-Nothing. You already healed. You can leave whenever you want.

-Why did you help me?

-I felt sorry for your bird.

— Milo and Ralid

Milo didn't leave Ralid's home. Several reasons kept him there. Ralid's many talents were all of them.

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