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Milo Thatcher

Admiral's Son - Human

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a character in “For All the Stars in the Sky”, as played by Beach-Born-Boy

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Name: Milo Thatcher

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Side: Navy

Description: Milo's 5' 8" tall and built to be an athlete. His eyes are a pastel blue and his hair is an oddly light color of black, border lining on dark gray. He tends to wear Jeans, high top sneakers and a loose-fitting t-shirt on a normal basis.

Personality: Milo's a naturally caring person but can be as cold hearted as anyone when he wants to (and sometimes when he doesn't). He likes to read and listen to music, and seeing as that is almost all he ever does, he's pretty smart. However, he tends to ignore the knowledge he's gained and go with his instincts more often than not.

History: Milo grew up on the naval base on Darkfell. Being an island nation, governed by a military, Milo's dad is the most important man on the island. That also makes Milo a prime target for the Valar to kidnap and use as a bargaining chip in the conflict. Because of this, Milo's taken it upon himself to train with knives, pistols, rifles, and basically any weapon he can get his hands on, including his hands themselves. While he's not outlandishly good with most forms of weaponry, he excels in using revolvers and knives.

Weapon: Taurus 'Raging Bull' .44 magnum and combat knife.

Other: Milo's mother died shortly after giving birth to him. Since his father's almost always at the forefront of the Navy's strongest flagship, the UDN(United Darkfell Navy) 'Scar Tissue', Milo's normally home alone but has made friends with several soldiers. Since he lives on a private beach in a concealed bay, the soldiers tend to be his only visitors.

So begins...

Milo Thatcher's Story

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Sun down was coming fast. With the low hanging clouds though, Milo wasn't all that sure it was a good thing. With these storms rolling in, tonight could be a total bust. Every year, thousands of multi-colored meteors rain from the night sky on one specific day. Something to do with the planet's orbital path around the sun and some other scientific crap that Milo was utterly sick of. Whatever it was though, it was the most stunning sight anyone had ever seen. On top of the storm though, he wasn't going to get any visitors. All his friends (who were really just his dad's grunts that were asked to check in on Milo every so often) were all out at sea doing god knows what to lord knows who. "A manor. Few thousand square feet and a mile of beach in either direction. All completely empty for the night. Fan-friggin-tastic." He shut off the kitchen light, grabbed a watter bottle from the fridge and sat in the front room waiting for the show to start as the horizon faded from red to purple, purple to black. With a smile, he saw the first meteor fall, a crimson tail flying in a beautiful downward arc behind it.

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#, as written by Tilt
Trella Asp needed help. She could form no more thoughts than her name and her desperation. She clawed her way out of the crater inch by agonizing inch without giving a thought to the fact that she couldn't remember how she'd gotten there. She dragged her aching body towards the only shelter without thinking of why it was so damaged. She knew only that she was Trella Asp and she needed help and somebody -- anybody-- had to help her.

The struggle to the door of the house was endless, but eventually, Trella felt the solid oak under her hands. She pounded her fist against the door twice and then collapsed.

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Myra was sitting in her five bedroom house with her family. There was suppose to be a meteor shower tonight and she wasn't going to miss it. This was suppose to be the most beautiful sight since the war started and Myra was excited to watch it. Crowding around her family on the couch outside her bedroom, she watched as the sky erupted with color. Gasps filled the room as even Myra herself couldn't stop from doing. The great meteors started to fall and her eyes widened with each. Her parents were even holding each other and smiling. The room was filled with peace as the world above her gleamed with color.

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Milo's head popped up over the side of the massive arm chair. The knock at the door rang through the empty house making it impossible to miss. He tossed the water bottle on the couch and went to the door. Assuming it was some of the soldiers that his dad typically sent over, he started with "Guys I'm fine you can-" and cut himself short when he didn't see anyone outside. "What in the hell?" No one was fast enough to ding dong ditch this house and disappear. There was beach and grassland in all directions, nothing to hide behind for a mile in any way.

Then he looked down and saw her. A girl who couldn't have been the much younger than him was sprawled on his doorstep. He knelt down and grabbed her wrist, checking for a pulse. She was alive he could tell that much. "Hey are you all right? What happened?" He sat for a moment trying to figure out anything about her but realized it was pointless. "She's out cold I'm not getting anything." He slid his arms under her shoulders and legs and picked her up. "Come on let's get you inside." He brought her in and shut the door behind him. Guess it's not something you see every day huh? He thought to himself setting her on the couch. "There we go." He sat down next to her and sighed. "Guess I gotta play the waiting game now."