[CIVILIAN] adderson, milo

Milo sports sandy brown hair that is rather short though his bangs are kept to the side of his face, kind of like a big M shape. He's got sharp facial features, a strong trait from his mother's side of the family and thick bushy eyebrows, something his mother claims he got form his father. His skin is white with a slight tan and his eyes are dark brown, sometimes appearing to be black almost.

In terms of clothing, he doesn't have much variety. His main appearance consisted of a long sleeved white shirt that puff out at the wrists or lie flat, a bronze yellow vest that has no pockets and doesn't close, grey pants, black shoes, and a red bow tie. He is always seen wearing rather large an round glasses that help with his eyesight. Sometimes he won't wear the vest but underneath his shirt, there is a crystal of some sort on a chain that he always keeps with him.

Milo is a gentleman who tries to give respect to people as it is the proper thing to do, however he does struggle to remain that way when people show they don't deserve it. Course to be a gentleman, you must give it to people even if they don't deserve it. So often he ends up in a mental rant while putting up with people he doesn't like. A kind hearted man with a curious mind, he's always finding something to catch his interest. The main thing that has his interest are things that have been around for a while, like ancient relics. The tribes are something that has always had his curiosity, though he feels it is unlikely that any of them would want to socialize with outsiders. A thing he accepts so he does try to keep away from their land out of respect.

Something that gets on his nerves is how some people think that others should change who they really or what it is they do to fit in. With the Goverment's current 'agenda' with the tribes, it's something that deeply annoys and angers Milo. To him, he feels like they are trying to make everyone the same. For no uniqueness to be allowed and everyone must follow the other. This is a train of thought he doesn't like, in fact he prefers people who want to be themselves and if they still hold traditions dear that they should follow. In his case though, he's rather uncertain if he should keep the traditions that his father had in place while he lived under their roof and in terms of a social life, Milo struggles to really have one. Feeling rather out of place in a normal conversation, so he is somewhat nervous and a little lost.

While he tries not to admit it, he's rather bitter still towards his father. Part of him understands that it was tradition but still. He finds it rather unfair and wrong. Milo has no clue on what to do. To try and make amends despite the rule in the tradition or leave them be?

A thing that Milo is afraid of is being accused of wrong doings, while he is against what the government wants, he won't try to stop them in foolish ways. Like getting into fights with em or other things. But finding it hard to stay quiet on something he feels so strongly about, makes him concerned that a Rebel who is actively trying to change it, that people might think he's the one who did something. Other than that, the only other fears he has is of small and rather tight spaces.

Born in the Johto region, Milo's family was a small one. He did have a older sister by two years but the two were never close. A tradition of the Adderson family; his father's side, was that all children would be given one pokemon that was either stronger or weaker in type to the Man of the house. The first born could choose a type stronger, the second born would choose the weakest, and the cycle would repeat for however many children there was. Since his sister was oldest, she got the stronger type and Milo had to chose a normal type. The choosing of the actual pokemon though would come with time, as another part of the tradition that the Man of the House would choose when the children could get their respected pokemon. Even though this was a long way off no doubt, Milo still looked forward to it.

Until then, life was just like it was for any child with a older sibling and you being the one who liked to read an learn over other things. His sister often poked fun at him and found his constant asking of questions slightly annoying. Despite this, they got along rather decently and formed their own kind of sibling bond. When his sister was fourteen, she was given the go ahead to choose her pokemon. She of course went with a psyhic type and already knew what she wanted, making this a easy task for her. Milo was deemed too young still and in a way that was good, Milo didn't know what pokemon to choose from the normal type branch but he also felt unhappy. To the young man, they felt like they had somehow let their father down or disappointed em.

Course it would be wrong to speak out against it and several more years passed until he was finally able to pick his mind. Being eighteen at this time, he had focusing too much on school work to fully think on his choice. So when his father gave him the go ahead, he felt his heart leap into his throat. The two were outside for the whole day, with the sun slowly fading and his father clearly annoyed that their son still hadn't tried to catch any pokemon of the normal type. They were about to call it quits when a sentret appeared and his father said that would be the pokemon he'd have, since he took so long in getting to this point. With his father's help, it was captured with ease but it was clear his father was none too pleased as they stormed back home.

Milo got used to Sentry rather quickly and the two started to bond over some training and the time they were just relaxing. However just a year later, he didn't expect what came next. Apparantly there was another part of the tradition that his father hadn't mentioned. That when the children were old enough to leave, they would use their pokemon against the Man of the house to prove they were strong and capable. His sister didn't win but put up a good enough fight that she gained their father's approval. Only having a year to train on an off, Sentry was easily beaten and Milo's father was none too pleased once more. While he was allowed to move out, his father told him that there was a choice the lad had to make. Leave and never came back, or stay and live with his parents until they were able to put on a better battle than his sister had. Viewing this as unfair, Milo left bitterly and didn't look back as he craddled Sentry in his arms and went to the center. The following morning he went home and while he knew they were there, neither of his parents would answer the door.

Moving away, Milo merely wandered around for a few years. Still not focusing on battling but just enough to where Sentry evolved he gained one other pokemon. A normal grass type known as Deerling which he named Fawn, this would be the last reminder of Johto he'd have as he moved out of the region to further get away from home. Moving to Richitev City in the Cyal Region. Nothing of importance has happened as he takes a few odd jobs here an there though what he's heard of the government doing with the tribes nearby on Evert Island has made him annoyed. Though he does wish to visit Evert Island but for now, he remains in town for the most part.