Les voix au-dessus du mur grandissaient plus fort, et le garde ne donnait aucune réponse. Certaines voix s'évanouissaient, et comme certains d'entre eux moururent, le regard du gardien se tourna vers le ciel. Suivant la ligne de vue de la garde, Milo a trouvé une silhouette brillamment tracée planant à travers l'air surchauffé au-dessus de la ville. Milo a hissé son sac à dos sur son épaule et a protégé ses yeux du soleil comme une harpie s'est envolée au-dessus de lui. Il n'a pas pu s'empêcher de lui faire un petit sourire et de lui faire signe. Il démangeait d'être à l'intérieur des murs, et voyant la forme de la femme ailée au-dessus de lui scellait le marché.
Alors qu'elle s'installe à côté de lui, Milo sourit encore plus. Il ne pouvait pas résister – il fixa ses ailes avec une fascination impuissante. Mais assez tôt, il lui déchira les yeux, et lui cligne des yeux. "Howdy," dit-il, tenant sa main dehors pour un tremblement. Il lui sourit, un vrai sourire presque giflé. "Je suis Milo. Milo Brooks."
Maybe we feel empty because we left a piece of ourselves in everything we used to love.
:.Born As.:
L-32, MILO BROOKS.
:.What You See.:
As seen above. Additional pictures, one, two, three. Milo isn't quite sure exactly what it means, but on the back of his neck, he has tattooed two nested triangles. He's got several scars, including shredded and mottled skin along his collarbone. Overall, Milo has pale, dirty skin with a greenish hue that immediately indicates his status as Half-Dead.

:.Also Known As.:
Miles, Smilo, Brooky, "Hmfduhgn"
:.Appear To Be.:
19-21. Exact date of birth and age unknown.
:.The Doctor Said.:
Male.
:.I Swing Towards.:
Bisexual, foodsexual, people-who-don't-yell-at-me-sexual

:.People Say.:
Those in Paradise Land would say he's a danger, a threat, a "deado" and a menace. Those in Dead Town say he's sweet – a bit delusional, perhaps, and overly hopeful. His optimistic nature is probably what got him killed, in their opinion. Before the incident, he was trusting of almost anyone he met, in an child-like manner. Now, though he's much more skittish and wary, he's still exceptionally trusting of strangers.
He doesn't often consider any dangers presented to himself when he's attached to a group. His focus almost immediately turns to the group as a whole, and what would benefit them. If that requires putting himself on the line, he'll do so without a second thought. Milo smiles constantly, thus, the nickname Smilo. He's generally a very happy guy, and though he's been through a lot, he still has hope for each new day.
:.What I Like To Do.:
Whittling, resting, and talking. He's always afraid that eventually he'll lose his ability to hear or speak, so he tries to do both as much as possible.
:.Profession.:
Scavenging, surviving.
:.The Past Was.:
Milo was raised by a surrogate father until he was 10. This surrogate father was a fleshunter, a skinner named Lech who dealt food, supplies, men and weapons to the surrounding rogue groups. Lech killed his mother shortly after she gave birth to Milo, and handed him off to one of the pack-women they held captive to cook and set up camp. This woman, Verity, loved him with all the love she had to give. He may as well have been her own son. Lech paid Milo no mind until he was old enough to walk and carry a gun. Then Lech introduced Milo as his son to all his customers, and taught him how to shoot, kill, skin, recruit – you name the dirty deed, Lech taught him. However, as much as Lech claimed he loved Milo, he was a harsh teacher. Each misfire was followed by a blow to Milo's neck or ear. Sometimes, the fleshunter would tell Milo about Paradise Land, and how wonderful it was – but that they weren't allowed inside, so they were going to train Milo to be a good boy so he could overthrow Paradise Land's leaders, and the whole pack would live in a palace. Near the end of his time with Lech, Milo proclaimed he didn't want to be a skinner, but a gardener, like Verity. Lech fell into a rage and struck Milo repeatedly. He soon sold Milo to one of his highest paying customers for 3,500 units.
Milo was put into a harsh program, known as the Guard, under his new possessor. The man's name was Roran Keaton, and he was wealthy – too wealthy. The Guard was established for his estate's protection and purposes. Milo was trained to shoot and kill those wandering into Keaton's territory, along with 19 other children in his segment. The purpose of the Guard, and Keaton's estate, was to one day invade and overtake the Paradise Land. According to Keaton, soldiers are best bought, then bred, so he acquired his soldiers young, with the intention of training them to do his bidding.
Milo spent the rest of his living days on Keaton's estate. He was a good soldier, and a good man – though transferred several times, he befriended and touched many of Keaton's soldiers. He was content, and his grandiose visions of Paradise Land faded. Soon after he graduated to ranking-age (that is, 19 years) his segment brought down a stray harpy that had been surveying for Paradise Land. They taunted it, hurt it. Milo thought she was beautiful. This is when he discovered his gift. The segment commander told Milo to kill the harpy, and handed him a knife. It was supposed to be a reward for Milo's quick graduation and loyalty to Keaton. It would have been his first blood. He had no intention on killing the harpy, but freeing her. However, when he got close enough, the harpy struck him with her wing. Milo was thrown several dozen feet and landed on his hands and torso. The pavement ripped his clothing and chest. The segment commander rushed forward to incapacitate the harpy, but Milo, still dazed from the fall, simply stretched out his hand, and the commander disintegrated.
The harpy went free, and Milo was executed for insubordination, mutiny, and treachery. He awoke in a shallow grave outside Keaton's estate with two shotgun wounds in his chest and no shoes. From there, he walked. He walked, and walked, and walked, until he came on the refugee settlement. Immediately, they cast him out and directed him towards Dead Town. He's been there ever since. He now bides his time and waits for the opportune time to visit Paradise Land.

:.The Proud.:
Half-Dead/Former Metahuman
:.A Glorious Gift.:
Matter Transmutation/Disintegration. If he thinks hard enough, it'll turn into a little pile of ash. However, after his death, he's not been able to replicate the disintegration to the extent he did before. He tries a little every day.
:.What I Have On Me.:
A jacket, a hat, a gun, and a smile.

:.Who I Know.:
None yet.
:.Blood.:

Lech (surrogate, deceased.)
Verity (surrogate, unknown.)


:.Behind The Scenes.:
A song.