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totenklagename: milo drollien
age: 26
status: alpha
scent: lily and sea salt
height: 195cm
hometown: venoth, a seaside town at the south of caria
occupation crime syndicate member ; tied to magic drug trafficking.
played by: yagari toga ; vampire knight
personality:
- demure
- anxious
- protective&nurturing
- extremely loyal
- intelligent
appearance
- extremely tall (195cm)
- visibly strong
- very long hair, pitch black
- fair skin
- wears an eyepatch, lost his eye right. extremely light sky blue eyes.
- dresses in typical carian alpha style: heavy cloaks, long trousers, layers. always wears dark colours never straying from black, grey or green. dislikes to show his body because he's littered with scars. they are seen as a symbol of power and status for alphas in the carian society, but milo hates them.
background story
Milo was born to a male beta and a female omega couple in the skirts of the town of Venoth, a seaside town at the south of Caria. His father was a fishermen, and often spent long periods of time away from home, his mother was a petite but fiercely caring omega who sustained the family by making handiworks for the townsfolk, such as sewing or doing laundry. Milo has spent much of his childhood years along with her, and sleeping in her nest. Maybe, it was the reason why he ended up being such a faulty alpha.
When he hit puberty, his growth started to be outstanding, but his personality didn't show any alpha traits, so Milo always thought that he would simply present as a beta, like his father. It came to a surprise to everyone when he presented as an alpha two years before than the average, age fourteen. And everything changed then. Being labelled as an alpha changed the way the world treated him. It was clear that Milo was different from the typical alphas, everything was wrong him. His scent, for example, wasn't strong, musky, earthy or spicy as it should have been. It was fresh, and floral, like the scent of the beach on a spring day. But the main problem was his personality, there wasn't an ounce of domination, power, coldness or cruelness in Milo, traits that they were very appreciative in the carian society. He was cautious, gentle and quiet. Soft-spoken and polite.
It only lead to face criticism and discrimination from all the adults around him, but particularly, other alphas. His mother tried to assure him that there was nothing wrong with being as he was, that he was perfect but that didn't help the insults, the mocking and the sneering of the others. Particularly the alphas loved to try to humiliate him, mocking his softness, the subtleness of his scent and the lack of his ability to assert himself in front of other alphas. His first rut was one of the most traumatic experiences of his life, and he only remembered waves of panic, heat and pain that made him dry heave and vomit through the majority of it. The idea of having to experience that, every single year of his life, at least twice, filled Milo with a huge sensation of anguish. All of his made Milo experiment a lot of anxiety, and he started to withdraw in order to avoid the cruelty of others, making him solitary.
For years, he tried to keep a low profile, even if it was hard to. He was the tallest of his town, and everyone talked about the soft alpha who didn't act like he should. But everything changed the year Milo turned 20, he arrived home to the news of a tragic accident of his parents, both dead in dramatic circumstances. But the one who delivered the news to him was no other than Uvo, the leader of the syndicate who told him that his father was involved in gambling and his debt was so high that if he either could solve it pledging loyalty to the syndicate, or by his own life. So he had no choice but to make himself involved, and soon he moved to the capital of Caria and was infiltrated into the trade of magic-infused goods, illegal alchemy, and underground deals, often involving drugs.
The first years inside of the syndicate were ruthless, and Milo knew he had to mask himself as much as he could if he wanted to survive. He started to physically train in other to make himself as strong as he could, so his physique, at least, could make up for his personality. He also tried to follow along what the other alphas did, even if he had some limits. He never called the omega by their names, never smiled or was extremely polite with them, but he also never physically harmed them, sexually abused them or hurt them just because he could. He never visited the whorehouses his fellow alphas did to share his ruts, he tried to manoeuvrer the cruelty of the world he had to live in with some compassion. His quietness, however, even if it's seen as a weakness and a sign of a failure to his subgender, became an useful weapon within the syndicate: he was useful for slipping into places unnoticed, gathering information, running quiet missions, and executing orders with an uncommon efficiency and calm demeanour. Alphas often lost control of their insticts and went into killing sprees, or wanted to mount omegas that were already claimed by other alphas. Milo never seemed to wanted to do those things, and that kind of level head, of common sense and calmness, was appreciated within the syndicate.
The problems aroused when he didn't act like he was expected as an alpha of a criminal syndicate. And the loss of his eye was a warning he will never forget.
In a raid against a rival syndicate, he was ordered to kill an omega that was supposed to be on the higher rank. When Milo arrived there, the omega in front of him was barely his age, and was heavily pregnant, and he just couldn't do it. His punishment was heavy beatings and lacerations made with a wolfsbane infused dagger that left horrible scars down his body, but the loss of his right eye, that was gauged out by the bare hands of Uvo, was by far the worst part of it. The pain was so excruciating that Milo was sure he was going to die, when he didn't, he knew that the next time he failed within the syndicate, they will kill him. Maybe they would bitch him first, he had heard old tales and stories of cruelty like that, but Milo didn't want to risk it, not again.
Milo's anxieties and trauma just grew up stronger after that. He still has nightmares up to this day, he doesn't show his body unless it's necessary, never takes off his eyepatch, not even to sleep. Sometimes the anxiety and the pressure it's so high, Milo goes into panic attacks that lead him into a feeling of depersonalisation that lasts for hours. He will never forget the sparkling hazel eyes of the pregnant omega when Uvo pressed his knife down his rounded belly. On certain days, the memories and the flashbacks are so vivid, he can hear him screaming, and he can smell the blood, the scent of the omega going from the fresh sweet mango to something putrid, horrid. The scent of death. Milo knows it will chase him forever.
And now, there's his biggest challenge yet, the one he knows he can't run away from. The forcing mating with an omega, all the implications it brings.
age: 26
status: alpha
scent: lily and sea salt
height: 195cm
hometown: venoth, a seaside town at the south of caria
occupation crime syndicate member ; tied to magic drug trafficking.
played by: yagari toga ; vampire knight
personality:
- demure
- anxious
- protective&nurturing
- extremely loyal
- intelligent
appearance
- extremely tall (195cm)
- visibly strong
- very long hair, pitch black
- fair skin
- wears an eyepatch, lost his eye right. extremely light sky blue eyes.
- dresses in typical carian alpha style: heavy cloaks, long trousers, layers. always wears dark colours never straying from black, grey or green. dislikes to show his body because he's littered with scars. they are seen as a symbol of power and status for alphas in the carian society, but milo hates them.
background story
Milo was born to a male beta and a female omega couple in the skirts of the town of Venoth, a seaside town at the south of Caria. His father was a fishermen, and often spent long periods of time away from home, his mother was a petite but fiercely caring omega who sustained the family by making handiworks for the townsfolk, such as sewing or doing laundry. Milo has spent much of his childhood years along with her, and sleeping in her nest. Maybe, it was the reason why he ended up being such a faulty alpha.
When he hit puberty, his growth started to be outstanding, but his personality didn't show any alpha traits, so Milo always thought that he would simply present as a beta, like his father. It came to a surprise to everyone when he presented as an alpha two years before than the average, age fourteen. And everything changed then. Being labelled as an alpha changed the way the world treated him. It was clear that Milo was different from the typical alphas, everything was wrong him. His scent, for example, wasn't strong, musky, earthy or spicy as it should have been. It was fresh, and floral, like the scent of the beach on a spring day. But the main problem was his personality, there wasn't an ounce of domination, power, coldness or cruelness in Milo, traits that they were very appreciative in the carian society. He was cautious, gentle and quiet. Soft-spoken and polite.
It only lead to face criticism and discrimination from all the adults around him, but particularly, other alphas. His mother tried to assure him that there was nothing wrong with being as he was, that he was perfect but that didn't help the insults, the mocking and the sneering of the others. Particularly the alphas loved to try to humiliate him, mocking his softness, the subtleness of his scent and the lack of his ability to assert himself in front of other alphas. His first rut was one of the most traumatic experiences of his life, and he only remembered waves of panic, heat and pain that made him dry heave and vomit through the majority of it. The idea of having to experience that, every single year of his life, at least twice, filled Milo with a huge sensation of anguish. All of his made Milo experiment a lot of anxiety, and he started to withdraw in order to avoid the cruelty of others, making him solitary.
For years, he tried to keep a low profile, even if it was hard to. He was the tallest of his town, and everyone talked about the soft alpha who didn't act like he should. But everything changed the year Milo turned 20, he arrived home to the news of a tragic accident of his parents, both dead in dramatic circumstances. But the one who delivered the news to him was no other than Uvo, the leader of the syndicate who told him that his father was involved in gambling and his debt was so high that if he either could solve it pledging loyalty to the syndicate, or by his own life. So he had no choice but to make himself involved, and soon he moved to the capital of Caria and was infiltrated into the trade of magic-infused goods, illegal alchemy, and underground deals, often involving drugs.
The first years inside of the syndicate were ruthless, and Milo knew he had to mask himself as much as he could if he wanted to survive. He started to physically train in other to make himself as strong as he could, so his physique, at least, could make up for his personality. He also tried to follow along what the other alphas did, even if he had some limits. He never called the omega by their names, never smiled or was extremely polite with them, but he also never physically harmed them, sexually abused them or hurt them just because he could. He never visited the whorehouses his fellow alphas did to share his ruts, he tried to manoeuvrer the cruelty of the world he had to live in with some compassion. His quietness, however, even if it's seen as a weakness and a sign of a failure to his subgender, became an useful weapon within the syndicate: he was useful for slipping into places unnoticed, gathering information, running quiet missions, and executing orders with an uncommon efficiency and calm demeanour. Alphas often lost control of their insticts and went into killing sprees, or wanted to mount omegas that were already claimed by other alphas. Milo never seemed to wanted to do those things, and that kind of level head, of common sense and calmness, was appreciated within the syndicate.
The problems aroused when he didn't act like he was expected as an alpha of a criminal syndicate. And the loss of his eye was a warning he will never forget.
In a raid against a rival syndicate, he was ordered to kill an omega that was supposed to be on the higher rank. When Milo arrived there, the omega in front of him was barely his age, and was heavily pregnant, and he just couldn't do it. His punishment was heavy beatings and lacerations made with a wolfsbane infused dagger that left horrible scars down his body, but the loss of his right eye, that was gauged out by the bare hands of Uvo, was by far the worst part of it. The pain was so excruciating that Milo was sure he was going to die, when he didn't, he knew that the next time he failed within the syndicate, they will kill him. Maybe they would bitch him first, he had heard old tales and stories of cruelty like that, but Milo didn't want to risk it, not again.
Milo's anxieties and trauma just grew up stronger after that. He still has nightmares up to this day, he doesn't show his body unless it's necessary, never takes off his eyepatch, not even to sleep. Sometimes the anxiety and the pressure it's so high, Milo goes into panic attacks that lead him into a feeling of depersonalisation that lasts for hours. He will never forget the sparkling hazel eyes of the pregnant omega when Uvo pressed his knife down his rounded belly. On certain days, the memories and the flashbacks are so vivid, he can hear him screaming, and he can smell the blood, the scent of the omega going from the fresh sweet mango to something putrid, horrid. The scent of death. Milo knows it will chase him forever.
And now, there's his biggest challenge yet, the one he knows he can't run away from. The forcing mating with an omega, all the implications it brings.
