Milo

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——— Name: Milo Gender: male Pronouns: he/him Sexuality: ace and uranic Age (human years): 16 Personality: curious, humorous, humble, bright, sociable yet awkward Likes: astronomy, nature, chess, nighttime, stargazing, writing, painting Dislikes: being judged, vegetables, shoplifters Role: primary Designer: @stardustted Status: Nft/nfo Tent: Super duper tentt Backstory/background: Milo lives in a small town on the ocean, surrounded on one end by a forest and hill landscape and the other end by what seems like endless horizon of misty ocean, with only the slightest view of a few islands in the very distance. The town is very small, with a few shops and a little schoolhouse in the center of town and a long wooden dock leading from the edge of the town square to a little ways into the sea. Milo manages a small business in the town square, selling all sorts of trinkets and little things, from handmade paintings to hand-carved wood carvings. But his best-selling item is stardust. His bottles of stardust are said to have multiple purposes, like sprinkling in a creature’s fur to add sparkle, lighting paths in the dark, and adding some character to accessories and crafts. However, no one questions how he gets this ‘stardust’. Everyone suspects it’s just glitter. At least, everyone suspected that until one night… The crescent moon shone bright against the dark sky, shimmering off of the quiet waters. Everyone’s lights in town were off, all the towns-creatures sound asleep in their houses. All except two. Milo was sitting at his desk in his room, writing in a tattered journal by candlelight. Checking a clock above the doorframe of his room, he closed the journal and stuffed it in a small satchel and getting up from the desk. He crept towards his door and stepped softly down the stairs, being quiet even though his father was still out of town. He reached the front door and stepped outside, heading towards the dock. Little did he know, a younger child crept in the shadows, watching as Milo walked farther down the dock towards the water. This child was one of the few others that wondered about the mysterious origin of the stardust. They were so curious to the point that, the day before, they pledged they would find out how Milo got the stardust; even if it meant following him in the dead of night. Meanwhile, Milo had approached the edge of the long dock. Rummaging through his satchel, he pulled out a small bottle with a glowing pale-yellow substance that looked like sand. He carefully pulled the cork top off and sprinkled some of the glowing sand stuff onto his paw, blowing it towards the sky. After a few moments, the sand substance formed into a staircase that led far up to the clouds. Milo inclined up the staircase, and after a while he reached a cloud, stepping lightly onto it. He looked into his satchel again and pulled out an empty jar, unscrewing the top and holding the jar above his head. Slowly, the jar started catching small glowing particles, and after a little while, the jar was filled. Milo repeated this action with 3 more jars and placed them in his satchel after, hurrying back down the stardust staircase. He hopped down to the dock and looked around to make sure no one saw him, then trotted quietly back to his house. Little did he know the child saw the whole scene. As Milo arrived back at his house, he was startled by the child jumping out from the shadows. “So that’s how you get the stardust!” They exclaimed excitedly. “Just wait till I tell everyone-“ they were interrupted by Milo putting a paw over their mouth. “Don’t. Please. Don’t tell them.” He said in a hushed whisper. “Why not-?” The child asked cluelessly. “If the townsfolk find out that you can use the stardust to go up to the clouds, then they’ll start getting their own stardust from up there and it’ll lose its uniqueness. Its specialness.” The child nodded slowly, processing Milo’s request. “I guess I won’t. But if I don’t tell them they’ll keep thinking it’s not real.” Milo looked at the child intently. “Who cares? /I/ know it’s real. You do too. Everyone else can think what they think.” The child nodded and turned around, beginning to trot away. “Okay, cya then. I won’t tell.” Milo sighed, relieved, and slipped into his house to start sorting the stardust into smaller bottles. The next day he displayed them in his cart. They sold out quickly as always, and when he went back the next week to collect more stardust no one was up in the clouds. That must have meant the child kept their promise. The secret was kept concealed. This town and the areas around it will likely become the home of my primary and prized characters.