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Inside every person there is another person we can be seen only when it is dark

PERSONALITY It's not easy being told that one day you will be sacrificed to an eldritch horror and die. It's not the eldritch horror part that bugs him: it's the dying. He absolutely doesn't want to die, especially not when so young. He wants nothing more than to live. It's made him (unsurprisingly) bitter, even though that's not his normal personality, and he hides behind snarky comments and vaguely hipster pretensions, while secretly just wanting to talk to people and be their friend. Generally gregarious, Milo's always been curious and rather reckless, throwing himself into things without really looking before he did so. Between that, his desire to live, and his bitterness about having his fate decided for him, he's been rather rebellious for most of his life - seeking out drugs, reckless endeavors (ranging from stupidly simple things like not wearing a helmet while riding his motorcycle to getting "lost" in the bad sections of town to picking up skydiving*. But beneath that, he's always been almost soft, happiest when he has approval and reassurances and people he can be affectionate with. He loves his family more than anything and would willingly die for them if the need arose, which counters his entire desire to keep living. (His sister tends to logic at him when he gets down about it, because if he's willing to die for them, why wouldn't he go happily to his fate? After all, it's helping.) He's eager to please and happiest when surrounded by his plants (even if they are a bit dangerous to anyone else) and allowed to create beautiful pieces of artwork with flowers. He appreciates poetry, music, museums, and nature; he tends to deny it all when asked directly and usually won't answer questions about anything deeply personal, except his flowers. Despite his dislike of his fate, Milo also appreciates his heritage as an eldritch horror. It's one of the reasons why he's never considered truly running away from his family. He knows there are others out there like him, but far more people who aren't, and he wants to stay close to his people. He's always been attentive at his studies, knows the chants and rituals (even if he stopped attending the ritual weekends and daily chant sessions). He's deeply, deeply curious about the idea of the night pleasure promised to him (if he fulfills his fate), which in turn has him interested in certain sexual habits (though he hasn't tried out anything but the most vanilla sex). It's just that desire to keep living that is getting in the way of truly letting go.

ABOUT Milo Armitage has one purpose in life: to die. So, technically it's a little more complicated than that. He's actually meant to be a sacrifice, to have one night of ecstasy with an eldritch horror on his 21st birthday, sire a child, and then be consumed by said eldritch horror for nourishment. It's a position of honor. Milo disagrees - he'd rather not die. On the surface, Milo's had a pretty average life. He was born and raised in San Francisco, went to a Montessori school in his youth, spent high school in a charter school that combined rigorous academics with vocational skills, would spend evenings arguing with his twin sister about what show to watch on the one television the Armitage's owned. He had no father, but he had his sister and his mother and three aunts who lived with them, as well as his maternal grandmother who came and went. And unlike most kids, he even got the chance to meet his great-grandmother. In a dream, of course, because his great-grandmother is an eldritch horror who doesn't actually exist on the mortal plane, but that's... normal, right? Except not all was as average as it could have been. Instead of sports practice or piano lessons* after school, Milo was busy learning the language of the eldritch horrors, attempting to call upon his true form, practicing the chants and rituals that were used to strengthed the cosmic horrors that would one day descend on the human plane and destroy all life. Weekends often included large gatherings where rituals were performed, sacrifices made, and things like vegan stuffed bell peppers were served. When he was young, it was almost kind of fun. And then he discovered the truth about his existence: he was fated to die. His mother told him about it when he was 8, during the same conversation where she told Milo and his sister about their father, whose fate Milo was to share. It was an honor and a noble deed, to be so targeted by the elders that they would want to use his sperm to further the assimilation of humanity and bring new eldritch horrors into the world. What more could anyone want? It's hard to calmly and rationally understand the idea of death and sacrifice at eight, much less accept it as your ultimate fate. Milo attempted all small numbers of rebellion, mostly petty: he ran away, acted out in school, refused to do his homework, threw tantrums about needing to find a hobby when all he was going to do was die. When he was 12, he tried his first cigarette*, clumsily started flirting with people, and started spending more and more time away from his family. But Milo loved them still and always ended up back at home*; if he didn't return, one of his aunts or his sister would find him and drag him home, and his rebellions would be laughed at while his mother stuffed him with home-cooked food. Eventually he stopped attempting to run away (it never occurred to him to attempt to leave SF or try something truly rash) and settled into a vague sort of bitterness and ennui. He stopped participating in the weekend rituals and only grumpily recited the chants, but he resigned himself to his fate by the time he graduated high school. Faced with little reason to pick up a job or do much of anything, knowing what his future held, Milo still attempted some normalcy, which his mother encouraged, and thus he picked up odd, random jobs, one of which happened to be at a florists. He fell in love with flowers and the simple art of arranging them into aesthetically pleasing designs, and discovered a passion for growing things. Unfortunately, growing things didn't like him too much and the only plants that tended to grow in his care were poisonous, predatory plants (Venus fly-traps love him). (He can still manage arranging the mundane flowers, they just can't be left too long in his presence.)

BASICS NAME: Milo Armitage; Ysothanac CANON: Original CANON POINT: Six months before his 21st birthday AGE: 20 STATUS: Single OCCUPATION: Unemployed florist RESIDENCE: Residence PERMISSIONS BACKTAGGING: Yes 4TH-WALLING: No THREADJACKING: Yes MIND READING: Yes - talk to me first, though FIGHTING: Yes ROMANCE: Yes INJURY: Yes but talk to me KILLING: No OOC NAME: Cyn PLURK: fables

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