sticks & stones & weed & bombs `` milo ellis

[Milo Ellis]

valkyrie, california ,

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and i'll be here by the ocean
just waiting for proof that
there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
all my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
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roleplayer ,

name:
clarebear
age:
fourteen. woot woot.
gender:
girllalalala
years roleplaying:
onepointfiveish
other characters:
artemis, collin, meg

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character facts ,

full name:
Milo Frederick Ellis
gender:
boy
age:
seventeen
school year:
senior
art interest:
photography
portrayed by:
Jackson Rathbone
appearance:
face
What many people commonly like to look for in a guy's face are chiseled features that makes one think of a suave hero from a trashy romance novel. Milo has never had anything close to that. He's always been on the more delicate side. No bold jawline, no hard cut nose, no "butt" chin. Though many people don't, or maybe just plain can't, realize it, Milo is be no means unnattractive. He's just the sort of person people generally don't assess by looks. In fact, with a change in attitude or an extreme personality metamorphisis, he might just be one of those guys girls feel the urge to swoon over. However, this is not the case and his current personality seems to only succeed in making him look awkward and even dorkier than necessary. His face has nothing hardcore about it. One word that might come to mind when observing it is 'spindly' as Milo's features are all a bit long and thin and are never and have never been set very firmly, so everything can give of the illusion of very, very, very slight curvyness. He has a high, delicate forehead that one can easily imagine as what southern belles longed for back in promininent plantation time. At its center, his forehead dips into a lengthy and horizontally impaired nose that could be described as regal if only Milo had a bit more pride. However, this is not the case, so we won't use that word just yet. And just below Mr. Milo's nose is probably his most remarkable feature. His lips. That definitely sounds a bit pansy, doesn't it? Pansy or not, Milo has interesting lips. They stretch a tad further than most, and have a certain... intangible thing about them that for some reason make them alluring. There are many intangible things about Milo, oddly enough, because he's more complex than he appears. One thing that is quite simple, however, no matter how awkward he is capable of looking and without even meaning to in the slightest, Milo Ellis is a prettyboy, in the more deragatory sense of the term.
hair
Hair is almost always the first thing you notice about a person unless, of course, this person you're just laying eyes on has a body or face that has something so intriguing about it that you need to notice it first. This is most likely because you can describe hair easily and is much easier to analyze than facial features, though not much easier than bodies. There's a lot less to hair than to other physical parts to a person, so it is therefore very easy to group people by their hair color. Milo Ellis has always had fairly normal hair. It's always been just a tad thin and prone to greasiness (hell, is there one teenager alive whose hair isn't?), and it's always been a fairly boring color. Brown. Just plain brown. His mother always liked to be charitable and called it 'deep chocolate.' Milo had never been into styling his hair, but he always made sure it was kept several inches longer than what his father approved of. Quite daring on his part.
eyes
People like to say that eyes are 'windows to the soul.' Milo has actually tried to study eyes before to see if this may hold any shred of truth and he's never been able to see more than just... eyes. Of late he's been a bit relieved by this, as he's afraid that if people can really go sticking their noses into what his sould looks like they'll be a little repulsed. Spending several years as a drug dealer and doing lots of other things as a result of that can't exactly make for a nice looking soul, can it? Anyway, Milo's eyes have always been a sort of unique shape. Not quite sharp almond, not quite observant round, but more like long, slender footballs. It's a bit of a shame that most people just don't really see his eyes because they are quite nice. In addition to their unique shape, they are also a bright, serene bluish green. One can imagine them the color of the ocean when it's not PMSing or drowning adventurous sailors.
body
Milo is just an awkward person. This alone can be annoying. But it carries over into his looks, as well, unfortunately for him. Milo has always been a real beanpole and seemed gangly even when you really don't expect ganglyness to be showing. He's one of those kids who seems to have more limb than he can handle or keep control of. However, this does make him look taller than he is, almost unusally tall, though Milo is of average height, about five feet, eleven and a half inches off the ground. In addition to being naturally wiry, Milo has never been able to add some bulk to his figure. He'd really like to have some muscle. He'd really like to be less thin and gangly looking. But his body just seems to have problems with building muscle. He went through a period in his freshmen year when he weight lifted regularly, but quit when it yielded few and slow results. Add this all together and it's not hard to see that Milo Ellis is not very happy with his body.

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character personality ,

personality:
awkward
Milo's always been that kid who seems like God must have been a little distracted while creating him. There are things about him that just don't to seem to fit well with what society wants in the average respectable person. He's never been the one who obsesses unhealthily about life's shallower aspects; how to dress, how to do his hair, how to be fashionably late. But there's just something about him.... sort of an indefinable quality. Call it quirkyness. Maybe it's just that his mind follows a different thought pattern. The more physical aspects of his awkwardness are quite obvious. He's clumsy. He's got about zero hand eye coordination. And it ususally seems like he's got more limb than he can handle. But there's another aspect of it that runs a little deeper. Milo has always just seemed a little out of place, for whatever reason. In many situations, Milo will act on what he sees as logic that usually results in a comical, embarrassing outcome. And later, while trying to explain his actions to the people who find him to be quite a hoot at times because he does the oddest things, all his reasonings sound so feeble and weird. Sometimes just functioning is a little awkward for him. Let's just blame it on the way he was raised, shall we?
shy
People are scary. You have to give the human race that, at least. Milo has always had a tough time with people. It might just be that he's watched too many television shows featuring these rude, horrible people being rude and horrible and he's come to expect that out of everyone. Of course, he also grew up in the vicinity of Maxwell Ellis, and that alone is enough to mess with a kid's head. It's not that Milo doesn't like people -- in fact, Milo doesn't really truly dislike anyone; he's far too mild -- it's just that he's afraid of them. Milo likes to be liked, as does almost every other Earth residing human, but not being liked does really bothers him. He just prefers not to take this risk. He'd rather not try than fail. Now, a million psychologists would probably start jumping all over him for that, but it's been working for him, hasn't it? Milo Ellis is no more messed up in the head than the next person. In fact, in a place like Valkyrie, he'll probably actually seem relatively normal. Then again, normal in Valkyrie equals boring, doesn't it? Anyhoo, Milo is a little terrified of judgment. He just wants to be well thought of. Given all the picking ons he went through as a kid, that's pretty unavoidable. And this is just covering an average, middle aged person or guys his age. Actual girls are a different echelon entirely. Even around plainer girls his age, Milo develops a stammer and usually a bright pinkish tone to his face. It's hard for him to even make small talk or answer simple questions. And don't even get me started on pretty girls. He'll usually turn beet red and be rendered mute. He's got a very thick shell when it comes to strangers and it takes quite a while for him to slip out of it. Or for someone to break it open; whichever comes first.
lovable
There's just something about Milo. He's got a certain air, or demeanor - whatever you want to call it -, about him that makes him really hard to hate. Or even find annoying. Unless you're just a person on the crueler side or you really value the go getters of society; you'll most likely like Milo Ellis. Most people start thinking of him as their adorable, dorky baby brother after a while. He's just that kind of person. He was always that placid, awkward yet so unintentionally funny kid no one could find any bones to pick with. He was never popular by any sense of the term or really ever had a real best friend. He was just usually surrounded by a loose group of friends the he just kind of hung around with. Milo's too much of a mild person to be able to show any bad characteristics or personality traits, though they are there. It's almost impossible to picture Milo angry and he's a huge push over. But, anyway. He's just got that slightly intangible quality. Maybe it's just that he's a dork; in the endearing sense of the word.
untrusting
Here's a little something that'll hack away at Mr. Milo's originality. Everyone has heard those stories about kids whose parents where pyscho freaks and either abused them or enjoyed playing weird paranoia inducing mind games. And then of course the kid often becomes very screwed up and has a hard time trusting anyone. Of course, you would be, too. Milo Ellis did have one psycho freak parent, his father. Maxwell Ellis never hit his children because he knew full well he'd get less out of them if he started beating on them. However, he was a very scary man nonetheless. Growing up with and observing his father is probably about half the reason Milo has a hard time trusting. The part of it that his father played a major part in was that Milo has started to fear that everyone is secretly harboring Maxwell Ellis-esque personalities that will spring up when least expected. The other part of it is that Milo, as abovementioned, is secretly afraid of most people on some level and is generally so afraid that any good in them might be pure farce that he feels he just shouldn't take the chance.
likes:
× dogs × reading × apples × feeling liked × not being the center of attention × laughing × Calvin & Hobbes × comic books × sleeping × doughnuts × pizza × jelly beans ×
dislikes:
× feeling embarrassed × having to talk to people he doesn't know × being the center of attention × honeydew melon × the smell of cleaning products × being cold × headaches × his father × being put on the spot ×
flaws:
× can't trust easily at all
× quite socially awkward
× a big pushover
× can't stand up for himself easily
habits:
× running a hand through his hair
× drinking orange juice at every evening meal
× ankle jiggling
× humming under his breath
strengths:
× he's a pretty good writer
× can often cheer people up without meaning to
× he's fairly intelligent when he wants to be
weaknesses:
× big pushover
× quite terrible at math
× has a hard time defending himself
× eggrolls

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character history ,

originated from:
Billings, Montana
parents:
Maxwell Ellis, 45, father, in jail
Charlene Jones, 41, mother, deceased
siblings:
Camilla Ellis, 19, half sister
other:
Artemis Ellis, 16, cousin
living situation:
the Ellis Estate, located in the valks
history:
Things weren't supposed to get so bad. Of course they weren't. Maxwell Ellis certainly never intended to get desperate. Like so many things, it just sort of happened. Maxwell and Rawley Ellis grew up in a nice, God fearing family in Helena Montana. They had a picture book kind of life. If you didn't count Maxwell, that is. The bad tempered, moody older brothing always finding a way to skulk near the back in family photos. Everyone had him pinned as the guy who would go on the become one of those creepy men with an obtuse computer based business in his parents' basement. That didn't exactly pan out.

The two Ellis brothers had never gotten along. Rawley was bright and had always been dedicated and thorough, a teacher's dream. Maxwell was pretty smart in his own way, but he had a crappy attitude. And Rawley always seemed to get the best of everything. Pretty girlfriends, a wonderful job, good grades. And it pissed Maxwell off. He just couldn't ever measure up to his perfect little brother. It would probably piss anyone off, really. His family had always been a little short with him, always in a state of almost completely fed up with him. But it wasn't until just after Max graduated (just barely) from high school that things started to go over the top. He had accumulated a few gambling debts and he himself was broke. His parents, respectable, God fearing real estate agents, (and his brother) had plenty of money at their disposal. But he couldn't exactly just go and ask to borrow some money, as he had worn that favor a little thin. Plus, the money was going towards something his parents considered a despicable sin. So what could Max do? Maybe he could've come up with some safe, honest solution. But, of course he didn't. He robbed a convenience store. He got caught, of course. And his parents were positively livid. They didn't bother to bail him out and hired a fairly average lawyer that seemed inconsistant with their funds. Maxwell served his time, furious with his family. When he got out, he made the decision his parents had made when they first heard what their eldest son had done. To put them out of his life entirely. He called in a few favors and managed to get some money together and moved to Billings to start a new life. He got by, managed to make ends meet on his own, for a good few years. He was thirty-six when a clumsy mistake was made. He had a one night stand with a pretty face he met in a bar, and before he knew it he was being informed that his child was growing in that pretty face's uterus. And when the nine months were up, the pretty face pawned his daughter, Camilla Ellis, off on him.

So now Maxwell was faced with the responsibility of a daughter and two mouths to feed, which was pretty tough. He got involved in some even shader dealings than he had been involved with before. But he made ends meet. And then, he met Charlene Jones. The pretty, good natured daughter of two of Montana's classiest, most propriety obsessed residents. Max made her his next object and they were soon in a secret relationship, sneaking around behind Mr. and Mrs. Jones' backs like teenagers. It was pretty fun for a while. But then, of course, along came a sinker. A positive pregnancy test. Oh, joy. And of course Charlene's parents found out. And they pretty much chucked her out, telling her not to come back until she was rid of that scum she was associating with. But Charlene was in love with her little deviant and Max felt obligated to open his apartment to her.

Milo Frederick Ellis was born on the stormiest day May had ever seen, the twelfth, after only about an hour of labor. It seems that even as a baby, he was a mild little pushover. Max and Charlene returned to their less than par apartment feeling completely oposite emotions. Charlene was just about bursting with happiness. She had just given birth to her first child! And Max was mainly just pissed off. Now he had four freaking stomachs to fill. It wasn't fair. Even though the birth of his only son brought about some more worry aobut money, Milo was his favorite child to be honest. For one, he was a boy and Max had always planned on having a boy some way or another. And at least Milo had been the product of a slightly more solid relationship.

Milo's babyhood was pretty dull, as are many babyhoods. He was a quiet baby; hardly ever crying, never very demanding. Otherwise he was quite utterly average. As he grew up, he and his sister grew extremely close. Even as a small child, Milo felt strangely alone a lot, and had an unusual comprehension of loneliness. Both Camilla and Milo felt like all they had was each other, which is only natural, having been raised in a less than desirable environment. They had a scheming, bad tempered, less than scrupulous father who didn't take much interest in them a whole lot. Charlene was better. She was a good person, she really was. But being with a guy like Maxwell Ellis was taking a toll on her mental health. Milo and Camilla were best friends very early on. They relied on and did their best to protect each other (mostly from the monsters that surely must be hiding in their bedroom closet and under Milo's bed). They had an unusal bond; one you don't see a whole lot anymore these days.

It was a couple months after Milo's eight birthday that Maxwell sunk to what was probably his lowest level yet. He needed money and he knew that there was a lot to be made in drug dealing, so long as you don't get on the drugs yourself, of course. And so he started his new little side venture. Selling coke and heroin to the desperate addicts that haunted the dark alleys of any city. Milo was young, but he wasn't as stupid as he could have been. He noticed that all of a sudden the phone was working again and that his daddy suddenly had money for presents. He probably pieced together that something was changing, but of course he was just an innocent little child. It was a change for the better for him at the time, as he saw it. And why should he think any different? He didn't have to wear some of the clothes he was outgrowing nearly as much anymore and his toy collection was bigger than it had ever been.

Being such a shy kid, Milo had never had a huge amount of friends, as abovementioned. After that phase in the early grades where you were pretty much just friends with everybody because personalities were still developing and you didn't really care about who you were playing with, so long as you were having fun passed, Milo usually had a rotating group of three or four friends he liked to hang around with. So his thirteenth birthday party really was something. His mother had convinced him to invite a few extra people than he would have preferred, and Camilla invited a couple of her friends as well. Excluding Milo and Camilla (and Charlene, who was supervising) there were ten people at the party. And it was pretty enjoyable, even if Milo got tired midway through it and wondered if he could possibly end it early. Even so, afterwards, Milo was happier than he had been in a while. It lasted for about eight days, because on the eighth day, Maxwell Ellis was waiting in the school parking lot for him and his sister, leaning against the recently purchased, second hand dodge minivan. Milo immediately knew that something was wrong, because normally even when it was necessary his father didn't like to have to pick his children up from school and was often late. He could feel his heart sinking as he approached his grim looking father. Milo just stood with his father, not saying anything, with his father. And Max seemed to appreciate the silence. When Camilla joined them, certainly also feeling a certain sense of dread, Max's voice was the voice of an old man strained with too much of life. "Kids," he said, as gently as possible, though it still wasn't nearly gentle enough. "Charlene died." Now what can you possibly say to that? Milo certainly couldn't figure it out. He spent the ride home in stunned silence as Maxwell explained that Charlene had gone with a friend to the grocery store that morning and on the way back home, they had been in a car accident. Somewhere, Milo could tell that his father's tone was much to matter of fact, but he couldn't find the energy to care. His mother was dead. The world seemed likely to collapse.

Milo and Camilla were both pretty grief stricken for a while. They had both just lost the only mother they had ever known, and, for that matter, their only nice parental figure. And it pulled them together more than ever, because now they really felt that all they truly had left was each other. Max was growing more and more obsessed with his drug dealing business. The police were starting to get supsicious of him, but nothing solid could ever be found to link him to any criminal activity.

It was only about a little more than a year after Charlene died that Maxwell decided that the household needed more income. When Charlene had been alive, she had done some freelance writing for a couple of magazines and newspapers and though it wasn't an incredible amount, the money was missed. What to do, what to do? Max was perplexed for a while. But then, it came to him. It was, in his opinion, a major eureka. He would teach his son the drug trade and they could probably double the amount of money being made, if Milo was good enough. Most would probably wonder why on either Milo ever consented to becoming a drug dealer trainee at age fourteen. It was because he knew his family needed some money. And he wanted to make sure his sister got taken care of.

Camilla wasn't informed, of course. No one wanted her to freak out or anything. But she did find out, after only about a month. And she was upset. She didn't want her precious baby brother getting involved in crap like this. She and Milo got into a big fight and Milo probably acted as fierce and assertive as he ever would in life. He told her this would all work out for the better. The ends would justify the means, he argued. They would have money, maybe enough money to send the both of them to college. He was doing it for her, he said. But it didn't convince Camilla. She was gone only a few days later. She took off for Los Angeles, leaving a note that said she couldn't deal with it. It was considerably heartbreaking. To take his mind off it, Milo launched himself headlong into his little job and his schoolwork. Which really is saying something as Milo had never jumped headlong into anything before.

Even though he no longer necessarily approved of it anymore, Milo was becoming more enthused in his drug dealing gig. He didn't know exactly why. But he helped his father out, he put effort into it. He devised ways of increasing profits and receiving bigger shipments. He acted in a very un-Milo-ish way. He was becoming a co consipiritor. But then, it happened. Milo had arranged a delivery with an important customary. A large delivery, which he and his father were riskily supervising. But it went wrong. Someone squealed. Someone found out and called the cops. They arrived at the scene to find only Maxwell Ellis and a whole hell of a lot of cocaine. Milo had fled, ran like there was no tomorrow. So Maxwell Ellis was at long last arrested, to the delight of Billings's police department. Milo hadn't been linked to the crime at all. He hadn't been mentioned at all in the call to the police and none of their clients had ever really known anything real about him. And though he knew he had done something pretty bad, Milo couldn't bring himself to feel remorse. His father hadn't ever truly, honest to God cared about him, only what he could get out of him. Remorse wouldn't come.

With no one else left to take care of him, Milo was sent to his closet family. His Uncle Rawley and his Aunt Joyce and his cousin Artemis, in Valkyrie, California. And he's quite frankly a little scared. And he probably should be, shouldn't he, V.A.?

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[Shay Anderson]

eeeeew, clare. that was horrifically fail. you failhead, you. seriously, write better applications. but maybe I can spare you for now. -eyeroll- it was epically winful. XD and zong, he sounds so sexy.<333 I want plots!

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