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[milon]

Like, nearly unbelievable; nearly 3000 words for a biography for a character. Longest bio I've ever done ( I'm incredibly lazy )

Member Information

Name/Pen Name: Cho
Age: you decide, I'm flexible, though about as literate as a 12 year old.
RP Experience: 1.5 years
Other Characters: heroin addict.

Character: Over View

Name: Milan Alexander Cross
Age: 18; 3.5
Gender: Male
Work: he doesn't. he's too lazy to work.
Species: Otter 'Were'
Home Town: unknown, he never really knew where his clan was geographically, and upon seeking it out years later, it wasn't to be found.
Current Residence: California, assuming this is where the schools are located.


Character: Appearance

Height: 5'9"
Build: Muscular
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Dark brown
Appearance:
You think you're high class,

Milan is beautiful, not in a sense of the seduction of a vampire, not in the sense of a runway model, but beauty in the way he holds himself, and if you ignore the prankster characteristics, he has a desirable personality ( nearly desirable, anyway ). Dark brown, "bed-head" hair that is naturally ruffled and sloppy ( though if he was to actually style it, he'd probably end up with hair that looks as if its been electrocuted ). Despite him being constantly outdoors, rain or shine, his complexion is a bit "milky." He wasn't blessed with lovely, sun-tanned skin like all the girls think is pretty, instead stuck with the kind of pale, almost sickly white tone; when he is sick, he gets even paler, though the percentages of chance in getting sick are slim because of a healthy immune system. He has this habit of chewing his nails, especially when he's bored or irritated, so his nails are nothing more than stubs. Milan's eyes are a striking blue, as if he has captured the rivers he swims in and the highlights of a clear blue sky; hooded by long lashes, he has gorgeous eyes. Milan has a wide array of expressions, ranging from the neutral kind of bored look ( while nibbling away his barely existent nails ),to a fierce, determined look that requires tightly knit eyebrows and a slight squint. But for the majority of the time, Milan sports an impish grin, or a brooding glare.

Standing about 5'9" Milan isn't really short, though considered average among humans, is tall among the clans. It isn't unusual for otters to grow any taller than 5'5", so Milan is a sort of oddity. Some of the clan members saw him as a threat because of his height, others saw him as good breeding stock. He has a lanky, toned body: constantly swimming keeps his heart healthy and his muscles firm. He is a natural, and permanent swimmer, which means that if he was edible, he'd probably be tough. His clad is usually simple, Milan isn't really fond of shopping thus he doesn't take the time to pick out matching or even barely coordinating outfits. But usually its some loose jeans and a polo of some sort. His favourite colours are different tones of blue, and his clothes usually revolve around his likes and love for water.

And as a conclusion, Milan smells clean but he smells of fresh water; no matter how hard he scrubs, how many different scented shampoos he uses, or how much cologne he applies, he can't rid himself of the smell. It doesn't smell bad, though to some Milan can see a nose crinkle and a few steps away from him. One of the downfalls of being otter, he supposes. There's also the unintentional barcode tattoo Milan has on the inside of his left wrist, it was a symbol of being the stranger to his clan.


In otter form, he has a dark, almost black pelt with hints of a reddish brown for highlights. Big, webbed feet with ironically sharp long nails. Narrow and stream-lined, he's kind of shaped like an arrow. Longer muzzle, longer than usual anyway, with black points: his legs, tail, maw, the rim of his eye ( like a natural eyeliner ), and ears. His pelt is plush, long and soft to the touch he's quite cuddly if you ignore the pink tongue lolling over the needle-like teeth.

but you're just trash.

Avatar: Gaspard Ulliel

Character: Depth

Magics:

Conjuring; The ability to think or call for an object and it to appear, also skilled conjurers can conjure people though this takes a lot of practice and wears the body down quickly if one isn't used to doing it. Milan is also able to take control of an object and manuever it; take a piece of chalkboard and draw on a chalkboard with it; master of levitation.

Plasma Blast; Using solar energy you absorb you can unleash it through your hands and at its lower level if projected at someone it can cause them headaches and such. But on a higher level due to emotions or through practice you can disintergrate, shatter or explode an object.

Family:
Aponi Jade Cross - 45; 8 ( Deceased )
Alekseev Llewlyn Cross - 50; 10 ( Deceased )
Doyle Cross ( sibling; brother ) - 20; 4 ( Deceased )
Lila Cross (sibling; sister ) - 5; 1 ( Deceased )


Personality:
to have f r i e n d s ;;

Bottler;;
All his thoughts and feelings are kept to himself and it's like pulling teeth to get Milan to share what's going on with both feelings and his life. This is probably because after he lost his family, he never truly felt wanted and if he wasn't wanted, the ones around him probably didn't want to hear about the intellectual side of Milan.
Liar;;
It's like a second language for him. He's fluent in it, and the mastermind of disguise. He can make an alias for himself and effectively pull it off with thorough precautions in the start so that when something is exposed, there is no domino effect. Sometimes there's regret in his lies after the fact and hes forced to backtrack. Milan was often told he was quite compatible for being in some drama classes, not only because he was the expert on personas, but because he had a knack at being good with accents, and an excellent reader and writer.
Respectful;;
He is respectful to an extent, he believes in the quote: "To gain respect, you must earn it." Respect meaning religion, opinions, speech, and anything related to a persons morals and beliefs, though he wouldn't mind stepping and invading privacy for the fun of it. He understands that later in life, when the real struggle happens, respect is a treasured virtue...he should really polish up on it.
Curious;;
He's an obvious trouble maker, which is probably because of his species. Curious, borderline of nosy. Jokes often, and most have difficulties differentiating serious Milan from kidding Milan. He's curious in the aspect that he wants to know everything there is to know, everything related to the world outside of where he is. The different languages of each country, he wants to learn the traditions and religions of foreign places ( outside of the States ); he'd like to travel the world, even if he was forced to swim when lacking the finances for expensive methods of transportation. He's also very curious about art, he enjoys browsing through museums ( new and old ), going through sketch books of others, and he likes to watch people do art.
Prankster;;
Milan is a prankster, a kidder, a joker with a bell tipped hat. He enjoys pulling these bizarre and mean jokes on his enemies, or dislikes in general. Walking purposefully in a girl's locker room, egging the school, digging trenches around parking lots --just a few of his jokes. Milan's humor is one of a kind, and sometimes not all understand it and not all agree or find it funny, but for those of them who do, those are Milan's type of people.

Easy, relaxed demeanor, though through it all, there's a constant sadness in his actions. But despite these specific characteristics, Milan sometimes drowns under a low self-esteem, and because of the clan he joined after the downfall of his home clan, they downgraded him and he lost a lot of the self assurance he once had --though he puts on a cocky front for the majority of the people around him just so there are no questions asked.

have to be o n e.

Character: Back Story

Written in p a i n

The Xrabrij clan was pitched in chaos, confusion, and terror. Arson and wild dogs picked clean the clan, leaving very few survivors. Of the few, a small pup was left, Milan. Disgruntled and fearful, he hunted through the ashy remains of his clan, there was no one left. The clan had been small, very few mature males had bred with the females, thus no new populations to keep the clan going. The flames had licked away all houses and protective forests of their lands, leaving nothing but brown scrubs and tangent memories. The 11 year old boy, with his head bowed, sought out any local clans. He found only one, and their stipulations were to be sterilized and tattooed, named the alien of the clan, Milan accepted. Now branded with a stranger's barcode, Milan was accepted coldly and alienated almost immediately. He didn't mind so much being on his own, he was content that at least he was capable of still being the creature he was and he began to acclimate to the situation.

Since he was virtually an outsider, young Milan was sent off to a public middle school where he excelled in English and Writing class, though his favourite subject always related to some form of art. Obedient in doing his homework, though not always accurately, his grades hovered on a high GPA, and because he didn't fail or soar, he was exactly in the position he desired; the overlooked. He didn't cause a lot of trouble when he was in middle school, with the exceptions of a few intentional pranks...walking into a girls locker room and grinning from ear to ear when they all screamed and started throwing bags and sweaty shoes at the young boy; he flushed a couple library books down the toilet ( or attempted to ) before even considering checking them out ( it's still unknown who actually did it, but the faculty have their suspicions ); egged the school with a number of rounded up students ( he got suspended and heavily scorned by the clan after that ); and threw rocks at unsuspecting kids on the bus. There was also the incident, the last day of year 8 that he wadded up some already chewed gum, and stuck it in a girl's hair ( one that had rejected him, no doubt ) he was pretty much labelled the weird prankster of the school, but that's how he liked it: he was able to effectively make people like him with his askew humor.

At the age of 14, Milan was sent off to the local high-school: Chaftone. It was a different place, further away from the place he considered home, all his buddies from middle school had scattered, Milan was thrown back into an unwelcome solitude. But no matter how foreign the new facility of studies were, he hadn't hardly changed. Now, his stunts matured: dig a trench ( with the help of a few people in for the thrill ) around the senior parking lot, disabling students from parking. Unfortunately, these fellow students who were in for the thrill, were also readily willing to turn him in, proclaiming they had been driving by in the middle of the night and their headlights picked out the lanky form of Milan Cross. Detention and ordered to assist in refilling the rather extensive trench, Milan suffered with the punishment on his own. Later on during the year of his freshman year, after things had simmered down, Milan started plotting and planning his next prank. He ended up rigging up a "trap" so that a couple of football players ( ones that he especially disliked ) were doused in blue paint. Knowing that if he was seen, he would most likely be expelled, he hid in some of the air condition ducts ( good thing otters aren't huge mammals ) until all the screaming, showering and anger rampant students had dismissed at the screech of a bell. He jogged to class, as happy as he could possibly be. No one figured out who did it in the end, though there were rumors that Milan was the source.

Sophomore year was relatively quiet, nothing much happened. When spring pictures came, Milan refused to smile, instead he made faces and opted for humorous poses. He was scorned for wasting the photographers time and money, and forced to buy them. They weren't exactly cheap, but did dear Milan learn his lesson? Of course not. During sophomore year, Milan met the supposed girl of his dreams, nearly perfect. At the age of 15, Milan was probably considered too young to be in a serious relationship, but he didn't think so. The relationship lasted for a whopping 5 months, and when summer came around, they lost contact. It wasn't his first love, and other than a few failing attempts at getting ahold of her, and a week of moping about in a sad state of mind, it was only another notch in his belt. The second more important event of that year was the separation of the clan. Many of the sterile males were "dismissed" from the clan, which is a vague and kind way of saying they were euthanized. Maybe not the most humane, but unawakening slumbers seem peaceful enough.

Milan is a sterile, unworthy male. He was on the list of "dismissal." As he lined up behind a rather long line of shoulder slouching teenagers and men, Milan began to suspect the worse. Suffering through denial, Milan stayed in line because it was something he learned. There was someone who predetermined your life, and you didn't object or yield against it. When his name was called, Milan slowly made his way up to the awaiting couple that had a syringe waiting and a clipboard in hand. The two of them regarded Milan with sightly fevered eyes and with disappointment but relief. Fearful, Milan stood motionless and then prayed for forgiveness of all the stupid shit he had done throughout his life, and then with hope he allowed his arm to be tourniquet(ed?) and he pictured himself back with his kin, where he truly belonged.

But as he lost flow to his forearm and hand, something happened. He could feel strength draining as power filled his veins, it was a warm almost explosive sensation. In a blink of an eye, the restraint around his elbow and the approaching needle stopped in mid action, like suspended animation. The woman that smelt of smoke and salt water retracted and held her hands over her ears, eyes clenched shut and bowed over in pain. Milan flabbergasted, pulled away with a fresh expression of fear and shock and confusion displayed over his face as he backed away. The man holding the clipboard was staring at him, a look of surprise and anger distorting his otherwise attractive features. The clan was in an uproar at this, Milan would live and the rest had to die? The man called him back, and threatened him with the wrath of gods, but it was too late, Milan was gone. He hadn't wasted a moment in escaping, he ran as fast as his long legs would carry.

In effort to make things appear normal, Milan stayed in the library during the day and slept behind buildings, but remained in school and to remain clean he was often found as an otter in the nearest rivers or ponds, bathing himself aka grooming. He sought somewhere better, Milan was now really alone and on his own. In the fall of his 3rd year of high school, Milan transformed into the quiet kid who stared out the window with dreams vividly burning in his eyes, one would often wonder what he was doing in a classroom instead of in these dreams making it big. He was still the goofy kid that reigned before, but now Milan had matured faster than he was supposed to and things that were jokes to others he took more seriously and took to heart. He started not to trust anyone and avoided any real social gatherings. He couldn't go on field trips for his grade, he wasn't able to get away with forging his mother's signature. The faculty were on tiptoes that year, suspecting that something would happen and throw the school in chaos for a few weeks, but nothing did. It was a happy, satisfying year for Chaftone.

He, like a coward, slinked back to the clan and begged for acceptance. They accepted him, though he knows there's another one of those "dismissals" coming up pretty soon, but now that the male with the clipboard enrolled him into Saint Valentine's, he is hoping that he won't be on the list of "dismissals"...The alpha male, the one with the clipboard informed Milan because of his special abilities, and lack of importance in the clan that it was better if he went off, that way he'd miss both the upcoming dismissal and he'd become trained on these "abilties." Milan unsure of what he was talking about assumed automatically it was making things move and summoning them.

Spoken in b l o o d
Role Play Sample:

I took it out to shorten this post, lol. If you want to see it, then ask and I'll post it :]
Also, if you want to know more about these were-otter clans, let me know and I'll post that, too.

* I ended up eliminating the sterilization, people weren't accepting of it, so I took it out on the final bio.

[Cecelia]

That was really good.I read the entire thing and couldn't wait to see what was next!

[scrub ba dubdub]

=/ Nice names. I especially like Alekseev, Llewelyn and Doyle. Though Milan is a nice addition. I'm surprised I don't see Nerio being used, what with the otter thing after all.

Might be an apt title.

[milon]

They were nice names.

-shrugs-

Wasn't like I copied your ideas or anything, Nic >.> Jasmine gave me permission to use it, if you don't believe me, ask her.
No one has copyright on names.

And thanks, Cecelia ^_^