Milo

Milo. That was the word I heard most often in my youth. "Milo, get down from there! Milo, stop that! Milo, where on earth did you get that?". I was a wild rambunctious child, always getting into trouble, stealing things. No amount of flogging from my mothers wooden spoons could still my wild ways.

When I was 12, I got into a bit of trouble which left me completely blind. I acted out and was sent to a monastery in Sweewood where a Monk took pity on me and taught me how to feel human again. I learned to fight and use my other senses.

Now I am 27, a master of my senses, and off to explore the world and regain my independence. I am told I am quite handsome despite the scars over my eyes and my now milky grey iris'. My hair is a mop of black curly hair, with average height and an athletic build. Wearing a v neck tunic, cloth pants, and a long coat, with a crystal pendant hanging around my neck.

(Think Kit Harrington with Deadpool textured skin around his eyes)