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another foggy day; im looking for a light[break]
and my only prayer; is working tonight[break]

one would be hard pressed to find an ounce of the stoical nature the aleskovic are known for in milo, at least that's what he had been told growing up. the child of winter has always found warmth about him, whether it be through his own infectious carefree jokes and jabs or creating an aura of familiarity towards strangers and friends alike. milo craves these positive interactions like an addict looking for their next hit. he is constantly in search of a new 'best friend', those that have come before more oft than not being tossed in the can for the newest play thing. this can come off as clingy or needy to outsiders but being raised as an only child to war refugees, this obvert extrorevtism was praised and coddled by both parents. each was - and is - always ready to welcome their child into their suffocating embrace.[break][break]

yet, this does not make milo a fiery machine of compassion and friendship fueled solely by social interactions. despite the work of his ever doting parents, there are gears fundamentally broken within the young american slav. when milo shifts into this other head space, one of dreary dreamscapes and isolating thoughts, the family resemblance is its most striking. one cannot simply forget the tragedy of war and death; a sentiment passed down the generations of aleskovic. when one cannot forget, they act. a daring revolutionary thought, surely, but repressed throughout his life by parental and systematic measures alike. unable to act, per se, milo will lash out instead. this starts with himself first: the work ethic drilled unto him falters, loneliness and paranoia consume his thoughts (waking or otherwise), and doubt creeps throughout his conscious at every decision. from this foundation of degradation milo then lashes out at those closest to him. his family and friends become unknowing targets for this depressive mania and can find themselves caught off guard by this change. minor moments become melodramatic scenes of elevated emotions and voices. threats and curses are shot by both sides and leave the battlefield that was a relationship, ruined. family, however, forgives and forgets - or they will do their best to forget. friends, though, usually do not last this cycle of war. and why should they? milo expects nothing less of those who leave him when he is at his most vulnerable. how could he blame them?[break][break]

through this cyclical lens of manic episodes followed by bouts of depression that milo views the world. it is a standpoint that has caused him as much emotional pain as the original trauma. entropy. death. the end. it is something that milo learned early. he shouldn't have been there, most definitely, but he remains the same curious boy he was, and will be. but curiosity killed the cat. murder, he realized, bundled in his father's arms was horrible; but a murderer who is free and alive while an innocent lays dying on the streets, is without justice. and that, he swore, tears cascading down his face, was something he would never again let go unchecked.[break][break]

it should come as no surprise, then, in how milo deals with everyday life. he was raised in what luxury the law could provide and saw nothing but kindness and acceptance from his parents. perhaps, too much one might say. he was by no means spoiled, but he was sheltered. family, he was taught, is forever. a precious thing that many have but few can maintain and it must be protected at all costs. he must be kept safe, no matter the price. maybe milo could have had more friends growing up. perhaps, were his parents not so taught with the leash they had, he may have grown to better understand himself through talking with a peer. alas, that was not the case. milo was raised with few true friends, the children he would invite were told to stay away from the 'foreigners', so said one parent. or they those kind of people were too 'dirty', would chime another. never enough to appease the ridiculously high standards of his newfound home in seattle, milo gave up. he was good at everything, he had been told. he had known. even making these newfound friends; but keeping them? that was another story entirely.[break][break]

he grew up with dogs. not people, but puppies. they were fierce loyal pets that would protect milo no matter what. "good practice." his father told him. practice for what? why, milo was to train them himself of course. starting as a toddler - as is common for young ones to ask for a pup - and growing up, milo trained the family dog(s). he fed them, walked them, groomed them. not alone, never alone. his mother was looming overhead like a bird in the branches, just out of distance of a bite, but not the bark. the two, mother and son, formed a bond greater than he had with his father. how could they not? the nurse mothered the pups as if they were the siblings milo never had, and in turn, taught her own son how to nurture and care for others. she helped him empathize with others, and himself, giving milo an inkling into understanding his inner demons; but it wasn't enough to overcome them.[break][break]

the diligent hard working officer of the law had always been milo's ideal version of man. how he so desperately wished he could be. milo trained the dogs as he was bid, performed the duties and chores requested, and tried to the best he could to become the man his father was. trying, he learned, was not enough. in-between long work days, emergency calls, and general police work there was rarely ever anytime for milo. his father loved him, so much so, it was just... at times, difficult for the young man to understand. the cold shoulder and brooding eyes of ice naturally put a wall between father and son. they were so different. at least, outwardly. at times, few they were, the two sat and talked. reflecting on their days and feelings, the stars reflected in the ocean eyes his father had. they would chat and watch the stars for hours, not only garnering an interest in astronomy and astrology in the young milo, but a safe space. a space for milo to reflect on himself, and himself; to find his own twinkling star in his clouded psyche. it is this shared space that milo finds himself able to relate to his father, and through him, work on the mood swings that terrorize his mind.[break][break]

these erratic shifts in temperament affect his relationships profoundly. while milo is charming and cunning enough to make friends: people he can party, club, drink, or go out with - people who could fuel his addictive personality. his 'best friends', those that might have shown him otherwise, are little to ништа. while usually upbeat and outgoing, this can change dramatically at random. highs that leave milo feeling like he could run a triathlon to lows so deep that the mariana trench is shallow in comparison. meeting him at his most 'normal' is ideal, but how long he stays in such a state is by the will of Ilmartir.

or so he prays; for if not, what all has sacrificed for her. the trust of his family? the goals that had been provided for him? his life?

MISCELLANEOUS INFO

･ﾟﾟ･｡ milo suffers from bipolar disorder type one. he is prone to extreme mood swings that can last anywhere from days to weeks, or even months.[break][break]
･ﾟﾟ･｡ a natural born german to two serbian parents and becoming a naturalized united states citizen has afforded milo certain luxuries, such as being multilingual. he can speak, read, and write in english, german, and serbian fluently. he also took latin and french in high school and college, but he is nowhere near fluent in either. conversational, maybe, of the latter.[break][break]
･ﾟﾟ･｡ unsurprisingly, milo is excellent with animals. people too. he just has a certain je ne sais quoi about him. he can train most strays or adoptees he finds and his silver tongue has gotten him into just much trouble as good. [break][break]
･ﾟﾟ･｡ like those of the aleskovic clan before him, the stars offer solace; unlike the others, however, they also show milo guidance with their brilliant light. astronomy and astrology are two sides of the same coin, or so he likes to believe. [break][break]
･ﾟﾟ･｡ growing up in seattle has left the bubbly goofball with more than a couple weird interest and hobbies. [break][break]
･ﾟﾟ･｡ being of slavic origins, milo is tall. like really tall. he stands at 6'5 and treats his body like a temple, as ilmartir said it so. he's a tall, lean, crying machine.[break][break]

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