AMBROSIUS, MILO EMRYS

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* Milo E. Ambrosius ,

* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]

FULL NAME Milo Emrys Ambrosius

NICKNAMES Ice-Boy

DATE OF BIRTH March twenty-fourth

AGE eighteen

GRADE/YEAR freshman

ELEMENT water

SEXUALITY bisexual

MARITAL STATUS single

* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]

CELEBRITY CLAIM Elijah Wood

EYE COLOUR blue-grey

HAIR COLOUR almond brown

HEIGHT & WEIGHT five feet and nine inches ; one hundred fourty-five pounds

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES piercing eyes (no not pierced)

CLOTHING STYLE comfortable / hipster

* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]

POSITIVE TRAITS

• energetic
  
• playful
  
• intelligent
  

NEGATIVE TRAITS

• lacking empathy
  
• judgemental
  
• easily irritated
  

LIKES

• tea
  
• swimming
  
• ice skating
  
• snow
  
• painting
  

DISLIKES

• the heat
  
• bossy people
  
• burned food
  
• crusts
  
• fist fights
  

STRENGTHS

• skilled in his element
  
• affable
  
• intelligent
  

WEAKNESSES

• cocky
  
• rash and impulsive
  
• heights
  

FEARS

• burning to death
  
• losing his place at the academy
  
• birds
  

BEST MEMORY
Freezing a pond over on purpose in the twelfth grade. Even if he passed out for a few days, it was completely worth it.
WORST MEMORY
Receiving the letter from his mother that they were getting a divorce.
LONG-TERM GOAL
Master ice

* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]

MOTHER Morganna Ambrosius (30), Fire Elemental/Heiress.

FATHER Percival Ambriosius (34), Water Elemental/CEO.

SIBLINGS n/a

OTHER Gwendolyn Oswald (24), Waitress.

HISTORY

Milo's childhood was strained to say the least. Born into what his family considers the "purest elemental bloodline", there were many expectations placed upon his mother as well as her only son and heir. Morganna married young at the age of eighteen to the slightly older Percival once she had graduated from the academy. Though the two married out of passion, despite the warnings from both families as to the difference in their elements, neither family could truly object as both bloodlines were as pure as any. Once Milo was born a few years later, the couple's relationship began to deteriorate. The added stress of a child was just too much for the delicate frame upon which they had founded their marriage.

Unlike many children at the academy, Milo was aware of his heritage from the time he was able to speak. It was almost the only thing his parents could speak about together, so it was the one thing that truly cemented itself in Milo's mind. Despite all the talk of his heritage, he was constantly told that he must never speak of it to anyone. To the undeveloped mind of a child, it was a difficult thing to ask. Milo had never been the most obedient child - one more thing to add to the growing pile of strife between his parents - and though he was warned time and time again, he found it quite impossible to keep his mouth shut about everything. Of course, he had no abilities to back up his outlandish claims of elemental control, but his stories were enough to cause concern in the classroom. His parents were contacted within the first week of Milo's entrance into elementary school, and Milo was quickly pulled from the program.

As punishment, he was sent off to his grandmother's estate - on his mother's side - where he was privately educated in all the subjects he would have normally studied in school as well as the details of his family's history. He even began training to use his elemental abilities though they didn't develop until much later. He was started on a strict training schedule involving swimming, running, archery, and painting. The activities were more fun that toil to him, so he didn't particularly mind - though he wasn't often allowed out to play with other children his age. Milo was content with his life, unaware of his parents' waning marriage or all that he was missing beyond the large, stone walls of his grandmother's veritable prison. While he grew older and stronger in preparation for the day he would hopefully attain his elemental abilities, his parents made the decision to divorce.

The news of his parents' separation was delayed in its delivery, as his grandmother felt the news could potentially cause emotional trauma that would interrupt all the work she had subjugated the boy to in order to be better prepared for his powers. Thus Milo's parent's split around the time of Milo's twelfth birthday, but the news did not reach him until his graduation from the Academy's high school program. His powers developed about halfway through his twelfth year of life. As he dove into the pool to begin his daily laps, the water froze behind him, leaving a long tube of ice in his wake. As exciting as this was, Milo was very disappointed to learn that the manipulation of ice was extremely uncommon in young students, and it was almost impossible for him to begin learning to control it until much later in life.

His grandmother immediately began filling out the appropriate papers to allow Milo into the Academy, leaving the child to his own devices. In his excitement, he tried very hard to train himself in his newly developing element, but found it was much more difficult than learning archery or painting. Though his grandmother had physically been preparing the child for the strain his abilities would place upon his body, she could do little to further his training as she was a firm believer in the Academy's ability to create extremely capable elementalists and feared any specific lessons she taught him would only serve to confuse her grandchild.

The entire time Milo had been receiving letters from both his parents keeping the child up to date on their lives and the things happening around the world of consequence. He was still unaware of the separation, but had begun to develop the feeling that something was not quite right with his parent's relationship. He started his first year of high school at the Academy, slightly missing his old scheduled life for the relative freedom of the boarding school. His homesickness was quickly forgotten, however, as Milo soon realized the intoxicating effect of friendship. Though he had his altercations, Milo was a very friendly child and made friends quickly. He still maintained his swimming, painting, and running - replacing archery with kineses studies.

In the classroom, Milo was not the most gracious of students, but he soaked up information like a sponge and turned out to live up to his name as he proved to be a very quick study in the realm of elemental manipulation. Though his grades were sub-par, Milo skated through the high school curriculum. He developed an obsession for ice manipulation, spending large amounts of time in the woods around the school near bodies of water trying to learn the technique on his own. While it was quite dangerous, he was eventually rewarded for all of his effort his senior year. Being stronger than the majority of his peers at the Academy, Milo had little doubt that he would eventually be able to control ice before the rest of his classmates. He was half right. In one of his many solitary trips into the woods, he was found by a pond that had been completely frozen from the top to the bottom. Though he was unconscious for a few days, the feat filled him with confidence and pride. He graduated - barely - and received the absolutely worst graduation gift he could have imagined: news of his parents divorce. The combination of keeping it from him and the time at which it came sent Milo into a bit of a depression. He had been staying at his aunt's house in the Hollow during his breaks, and instead of returning to his mother's home in Ireland where he had been invited to celebrate his graduation, he opted to stay with Gwen.

The depressive mood didn't last long, and he decided to leave behind his family - save for Gwen - and cut himself off both socially and financially from the well established elemental line he had once been so proud of. Now he sells his paintings in the Hollow as well as working as a waiter with his aunt Gwen. The money he makes is enough to put him through college as well as a little bit of spending money for fun things - his paintings sell quite well. Now he is starting his freshman year with a renewed sense of purpose: to master the element of ice and prove that he can find his own way in life without the tether of family.

* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]

YOUR NAME I Say

YOUR AGE nineteen

RP EXPERIENCE years

HOW'D YOU FIND US? proboards ADvert board

SECRET WORD Correct.

RP SAMPLE

Milo gave the prince a very happy grin in response to the man’s rather annoyed questions. “Oh I certainly have no idea why they would want to carve you up like a Christmas ham. It may just be they’re taking out their anger on the one thing they can affect, as necromancer’s natural affinity for the spiritual world allows spirits to affect them in different ways than the average human being.” It was a half-truth at best. The ghouls that had created the wound that covered Etienne’s body were very powerful, and the only kind of powerful spirit was a spirit with a purpose. Milo was certain Etienne had had a hand in the deaths of the creatures that plagued him, but he wasn’t interested in the details. Despite being there to help the other man, Milo would certainly not tell the prince everything. Some things were better left to be discovered on his own. “No, it most definitely does not mean that.” He gave Etienne a rather confused look. “The headaches should subside some once you learn to effectively handle the voices of the dead, but the fatigue you feel now? I would suggest you get used to that. Spirits drain the life from any living thing in the vicinity. Even the most powerful necromancers must be careful with how much energy they expend in a day.” Milo carefully sat down on the bed once more as he continued. “And yes, you will still see the spirits quite often. But one of the reasons I’m here is to teach you how to remove them from your presence should they become too burdensome. As for learning to cope with them, that’s something you must do on your own.” Because Milo was not a necromancer, the finer points of the art were still a fairly large mystery to him. Though he did know much more than even the most learned mages on the subject, he was not an expert. He could teach Etienne how to banish the more troublesome creatures and exercises to remain calm and collected even in the face of all the banshees’ screaming, but it was still going to be a very difficult journey for the young man.
“Oh… paranoia. Potential for a split personality. I’ve even seen some very straightforward insanity, though at this point, I think that’s unlikely at worst.” Milo gave the man a reassuring smile, “It won’t be pleasant, but I imagine it won’t be much worse than what you’ve already dealt with. Once I teach you some basic exercises to cope with all the voices and demands, things should be much easier. For your sanity, at least.” Of course, all mutations were different, but necromancers were fairly consistent as it was much like the possession process, just not quite as painful and a higher success rate. “Though it’s only fair I tell you the majority of your kind is…” Milo’s eyes seemed to drift off into the distance in search of the appropriate word, snapping back to meet the prince’s gaze once it was acquired. “Unstable. Especially those who have lived for some time". Insanity was not uncommon among necromancer’s, though the majority of them managed to cope with it through various different means. Etienne seemed well enough that it shouldn’t be too much of a problem, but the warning was just a cautionary explination for anything he might be feeling.
“What it feels like?” Milo bit his lower lip as he searched for a good explanation as to what the process was like. “It’s… Well… You know that feeling you get when you burn yourself on something incredibly hot? …Imagine that feeling permeating every inch of your body. Like some molten fiery creature is filling you with liquid flame and twisting it all about.” It certainly wasn’t a pleasant visual, but it was the closest thing Milo could think of. “Now just multiply whatever pain you would feel by some large number and that would be the jist of it. I can’t say it really feels like something in particular other than pain.” In order for an accurate description to be given, Milo would have first had to have explained the soul. Philosophy had never been the mage’s forte, and seeing as how even the greatest minds in history had been unable to clearly explain what the soul was, the explanation for “soul-stitching” was almost impossible. Pain was the best Milo could do. “But I can assure you it will be much faster than letting these gashes heal on their own.” It would even erase the scaring, assuming the man allowed Milo to finish.
Once Etienne gave Milo the “OK” to start the “soul-stitching”, Milo carefully began to remove the man’s bandages. The words that were etched into the man’s skin were certainly unnerving and only served to cement the idea in Milo’s mind that the prince had had some hand in the created of those particularly dark beings. “Well, it’s mainly for survival, really.” Milo started explaining as he helped the man out of his wrappings. “Necromancers are the natural enemy of mages, as ‘possession’ overrides the mage’s natural affinity for magic.” Milo gently ran a hand along the man’s side where there were no wounds, getting a feel for the natural appearance of the flesh. “Because of this, mages rarely hesitate to either fight off or kill necromancers. And, because of that, necromancers fight back.” Milo was making the whole feud seem a bit one sided, but seeing as how Etienne was becoming a necromancer, it was probably best to tell the story from his perspective, not the mage’s. “Of course, things are much less problematic than before. Although after the whole situation with the release of the unfinished virus… Things are getting a bit heated.” Now that the man’s wound were all exposed, Milo moved his face close to the man’s body to examine the injuries. They weren’t too bad physically, but the spiritual tearing was pretty deep. He was most certainly going to have to administer a slight sedative to keep the man from dying of pain.
“All right, here’s what I’m going to do.” Milo rubbed his hands together in preparation. “I’m going to have to remove my shirt and… Well, basically lay on you. Our bodies need to be connected in order for this work. In essence, I will be using my own soul to fix yours.” Feeling the need for a bit more of an explanation as to why he was now removing his shirt, Milo continued. “Because I’m already a bit worn from the spells I had to cast when I arrived, it’s easiest for me if I can get as physically close to you as possible.” He gave the man a questioning tilt of the head, having completely forgotten to ask permission. “I hope this isn’t a problem? If so, we can always do this later once I’ve regained my strength some. Though… The spirits will most likely be back by then.” While the ghosts wouldn’t be a problem for Milo as his “true sight” would have worn off by then, it might be a bit of an issue for the young necromancer. The mage stood shirtless, his fit frame well packed with muscle from all the exercises he had to undergo in order to regain his magical abilities. Milo never felt very self-conscious of being exposed in any particular place, but he did know that some people had a bit more of an aversion to it. “The more skin-to-skin contact, the less energy I have to expend you see. It’s a bit bothersome at times, I confess.”

[STARK FROM JOISEY]

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* accepted ,

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