Post by miloholmes on Jul 23, 2012 15:54:47 GMT -8
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Milo Rugh Holmes
Gender: Male
Age/DOB: 32 / December 11, 1980
Occupation: Professional Photographer
Race: Homo Sapien
Appearance;
Milo is very much a 'twig', and he could care less. He tries to remain fashionable, and usually sports tight jeans that show off the thin form of his leg, and a button up shirt plain in color, or some times plad. Black vests and over coats help create a formal illusion, though he refuses to ever tuck it in. He never caries much on him other than his bank cards and I.D, but often has his camera bag slung over his shoulder. After long bouts at work, or a night out on the search he can end up a bit rough around the edges. Quick to shower and wash up after such a situation.
His hair is a wavy, sandy brown, making it easy to manage. He had often been told his hair is feather soft, as well as he has baby soft skin. All thanks to the fact he has only 1 product he uses for hair care and lotion and will go to great length to buy the specific brand, and only that specific brand. If it works, why vary.
Milo is often clean shaven, but has his bouts where he gets consumed with his mission or work and stubble can start to show. However, Milo does not like the feel of the short hairs catching or scratching at his hand, and will shave before anything serious can develop.
Milo has soft features, and an expressionistic face, and has eye brows that could tell their own story. His lips are thin but a nice red color, contrasting his pale skin. Due to his fascinations leading him out in the night, he often sleeps during the day and has little time or interest in tanning. His pale skin however, helps his deep brown eyes stand out
Personality;
Milo is a decent person, polite, generous, and a firm believer in the innocent until proven guilty. Soft spoken, and content he keeps any personal issues out of his work but in return does not desire to hear about any one else's complaints. The cup half full philosophy applies for Milo, and it is rare to see him down or sulking. Despite how childish he can seem at times.
Having had to grow up fast he has conflicts when it comes to his attitude. He is very knowledgeable in some fields, but innocent and childish in others. This can make him prone to misunderstanding certain things, and blushing a rather awkward moments. Leading him to abandon certain groups to avoid such an embarrassing situation.
Milo enjoys warm evenings with clear skies for star gazing, he has always had a passion for mapping the skies, and constellation locations. He also enjoys the thrill of a good storm, the thunder and lightening enough to get his heart rate up, without the need to watch people hack each other to bits in some corny slasher film. Apples, peaches, sushi, brussel sprouts and tiger tiger ice cream are on his list of preferred foods and has trouble picking just one when asked. He enjoys card games, and a good book, but is not to big on TV or computers. He would sooner work on his photo portfolio then flick on the boob tube. For music, his is a fan of classic jazz, always having wanted to learn to play the sax. Though a good piano tune can tickle his fancy.
Milo is strictly against spending money when it does not need to be spent. He knows the world is a place were wealth and spending can get to your head in the worst of ways. This causes him to often turn down gestures of gifts or expensive trips, and can even create a dislike for the gift giver. He does not enjoy spicy foods, or overly sour flavors. He hates to be overly hot and is far more a fan of having to warm up from being cold then having to cool off.
Milo is not any muscle man by any standards, he has never been involved in sports and has a high enough metabolism that he does not need to go to the gym. Making up for this with his mind, sharp and creative. Still, that's not enough to get him out of some of the harder situations in life. He has seen many a good beatings in his life, mostly in high school. This life long run from bullies and jerks, has made his tolerance for pain high, and his agility formidable.
Lastly, though he does not really know it or at least admit it, Milo Gay. He does not date, and has rarely had time to think about his love life, making it hard to identify who he would like. Still, when it does come to catching his eye, he has to admit a man with a bit of muscle can be quite the eye catcher. However, it would take a bit of force to ever get Milo to realize some ones interest in him.
Milo's greatest fear in life, is to wind up locked up alone with only his own mind, or to have his blood slowly drained from his body. He does not even donate blood due to the fact he knows it is meant to keep him alive, and in his eyes only him alive.
History;
Well now, let us start out with where you were born?
Well, I was born in Jackman, Maine at my parents winter cabin, December 11, 1:00am. My parents paid for a local doctor to set up a room in the 6 story winter get away knowing her due date might interrupt their yearly ski trip. Good thing they did, despite the fact my mother was actually considering going down the slope even with me still inside. Though I have been told she barely looked pregnant when she had me.
I grew up in the family estate a few miles down the coast from Bar Harbour, Maine. The Holmes family had owned the property for 5 generations, I would have been the 6th. In fact it was at the beach near the estate where my father first met my mother. One of those, love at first sight, on the moon lit beach stories. I had to listen to it ever Christmas, valentines, and anniversary. It was only after their death that I found out from a friend of my fathers, that they met drunk at a party on the shore and she had to help him home in a highly intoxicated state, not long after he vomited in her purse. Curious why the truth is hidden to make life seem far better when you decide to be with some one.
Well love at first sight does come off better then sloshed at a party. How was your relationship with your parents?
It was, decent. My mother was affectionate, and my father stern but kind. They seemed to think that showering me with gifts was far better than showering me with love though. Always eager to give me a new toy, then to listen to me or deal with issues. One time I told them I was afraid of the dark, because I wanted to sleep with them. My father ran out that night to buy me a night light and sent me back to my room to sleep. I can't say they were bad parents, they thought what they were doing was right.
In my own way i appreciated what they did, because being without constant attention, I was able to expand my creative mind, and even began leaning fast at a young age in attempts to impress them. Things to this day, that have helped me greatly in life.
In the end, I knew they loved me, and to be honest, that is more then what most people get.
We all strive for that final acceptance, but what happened to your family is not something most kids live through and turn out so well rounded. This may be personal but, what exactly happened that night?
The papers got it all wrong to be honest, it was not some sick minded slaughter, or an animal attack. September 27th 1992, it was a cooler day, fall was in the air, I remember the wind was picking up, rattling a tree against my window. I was 11, and despite how frightened I felt, I had little confidence my parents would be much help. Wanting to go back to sleep I began to hear shuffling downstairs. Figuring it was my parents I stayed in bed trying to calm down, then I heard a faint scream, muffled but familiar.
I knew it was my mother though I had never heard such fear on her voice. In my train pj's I woke and creeped down the hall, remembering how each step felt like the loudest they had ever been. My heart had never beat so fast and mouth was dry as a desert plain. I found myself at the top of the stairs huddled at the railing post perplexed by the scene below me. 3 men had gathered in the living room, my parents sitting on the couch. Tears were rolling down my mothers face, and I have never seen my father so frightened.
It was odd you see, because the strangers were unarmed, what did my family have to be so worried about. I knew my dad kept a gun in the night stand, and had he heard robbers break in, it would be the first thing he grabbed. All the questions shortly answered as my mothers mouth was covered and one of the dark figures leaned forward licking up the side of her neck. Then, he fed off her, I had no idea what to believe, when your that young its hard to come to terms with such an event. I watched the color drain from her, till her eyes rolled back, and her body fell limp. Pale as a ghost when the man pull from her, red dots on her skin in perfect alignment, but it all seemed so clean, there was not a fight in her, or in my father.
My father, was next, but he fought. After seeing my mother dead, I suppose something snapped. You have to understand, my father was not a timid man, hard as it may seem to be having me for a son. Edwin Holmes was a former boxer, and had kept up his training, but without trouble, two of the 3 men had him subdued, an soon enough, the fight was sucked out of him but this time a far worse mess. Blood stained the couch, and all I can remember is how much trouble I would have been in, had I made a mess on that couch.
I was paralyzed as the men backed off, laughing and licking the red beverage from their lips. Like a aged wine, the relished the flavor. I recall my breathing had slowed by now, and something inside me had clicked, as I watched the 3 strangers leave without a hint of remorse, and I was able to run to my parents, I knew my life was to be directed based on this night. Finding breath left in my father he told me he loved me, and asked me to forgive him, for what I am not sure. That whole night I sat awake, letting those events sink in. Allowing them to settle over my heart, and fuel a fire deep within.
When the sun rose, I had the nerve to call the police, but as I am sure your about to say now, its all just the rationalization of an 11 year old boy, faced with trauma.
You did just describe some kind of vampire attack, you can't really believe that was real? Come on kid, that's crazy. Now how did this all effect your school life?
Well, telling everyone my parents were killed by vampires, did not get me into any year books. My aunt, who raised me after my parents died, had to transfer me to 4 new schools in the span of 1 year to stop from the beatings I took by the older kids, when I refused to stop talking about the 'undead'. I soon learned that the world was not as changed by that night, and that I would have to keep my thoughts to myself.
I did not make many friends, as I spent my days researching what I had witnessed, and at the same time trying to keep my aunt happy with my grades. She had been a teacher in her younger years, so my education was key to her.
High school was the same as all other grades, I found myself at the tail end a few practical jokes, and took a lot of crap from other students. It was in high school that I found my calling in life. My aunt had my late uncle's old camera, and after I stayed home a day not wanting to face some of the kids. I found peace in the art of pictures, and it would turn out I was rather good at it. Inspired by the praise of my aunt, I began to dig deeper into my parents death.
I graduated college, and made my way into university, dappling in writing, forensics, and a major in photography. I set out my skill sets to do what I had always wanted. After watching those things take the life so slowly out of my parents..
Felt the rage of revenge did you?
Revenge? no, not at all. I am not a hunter, do I look like the type to go out and slay the beast. Like some animal attack survivors I have found a fascination with vampires. Believe me or not, but I know they are out there, and I want to know more.
I want to talk with one, study them, learn about them and from them. Its my goal, to find out how they tick, how they hunt. My fascination drives me forwards, and is how I found my way to St. Calais. I have heard rumors its a hot spot for the supernatural, and I intend to find out all I can.
Well I have to admit that sounds a bit nutty, but I am not here to judge. How is life at the present?
Well I own a small apartment, and even though I came into my family's fortune when I turned 18, I don't intend to use a dime unless I need it. Money didn't get me anything as a child, so I have no desire to try it now. I live off the money my photography brings in, and so far it has been plenty. I intend to continue on my studies, with full intention of understanding the creature that took my parents lives, without need for bindings or words.
Sounds like you have some firm plans, here. So then, what about the love life?
Love, oh well I can't say I have much interest in that. Not to mention most would never understand my life goals. I don't need to be called crazy by some one I am trying to woo, while at the same time out searching the evening streets. I have been told that I have been hit on, but it would seem I don't have an eye or sense for that.
Its not that I am not interested in having a relationship, I simply just need to find some one who understands me, and can keep my interest, and intellect.
An interesting life story, I hope it turns out well for you, that or you end up as dead as they are.
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OOC;
Name: Tri_San
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