You still accepting? I'd like to get behind something else while I run my own operation in the casual section, and this piqued my interest more than anything else. [b]EDIT:[/b] I'll put this here while I'm at it. === [center][img]https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xpf1/t1.0-9/10417659_241586652704204_6667470512805136642_n.jpg[/img] [i]”Just because something’s old doesn’t mean it’s any less worthwhile.”[/i][/center] --- [b]Personal Information[/b] [b]Name:[/b] Mylo Crane [b]Nickname:[/b] None [b]Age:[/b] 67 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Sexuality:[/b] Heterosexual --- [b]Appearance[/b] [b]Description of Appearance:[/b] Mylo’s old, that much is easily visible. He’s let his hair grow out, and hasn’t shaved for a bit. As a very natural-minded man, he prefers to let everything go as it’s meant to, until it proves to be a problem (like his beard, for example). He doesn’t have as many wrinkles as one would expect on a guy reaching seventy, which he’s thankful for. [b]Style:[/b] Mylo wears a lot of old, rugged clothing that always seems like he picked up whatever he found in his closet and just went with it. He usually wears jeans, work shoes, a collared shirt, and a sweater over that. Always has lots of leather bands and braids on his wrists, and a necklace or two (most of them he made himself). Always has his one pair of beaten glasses on. --- [b]Disposition[/b] [b]Likes:[/b] Crafting, woodworking, the arts, antiques, storytelling, nature, and animals. [b]Dislikes:[/b] Advanced technology, big urban cities, and the arrogance of youth. To an extent of each. [b]Personality:[/b] Mylo is a naturalist, a romantic, and some would say, a hippie. He’s kind, gentle, wise, and understanding of most people. He enjoys his own solidarity, but he appreciates company when it’s due. He cares for the beauty of nature and hates seeing it being defaced or destroyed. An animal lover, he enjoys being around fauna of all kinds, as long as they’re not dangerous. He’s not a control freak, but doesn’t like being around people who don’t listen to him when he’s trying to tell them something (important or otherwise). [b]Fears:[/b] Fear of the future. Losing what little he has to the progression of society. Losing the place where he lives and the things he holds dear. Fear of the unknown. --- [b]Past[/b] [b]History:[/b] Mylo was born in the countryside to a caring mother and father, both possessing a similar mindset to what he has today. They didn’t care for living in urban areas, and built themselves a large cottage in the woodlands of Pennsylvania. They were the type to only keep the things they needed, and spent as much time away from modern civilization as they were capable of. They went out for food and the like, but always rushed back home to spend time with their son, to teach him everything he really needed to know. Time went on, Mylo grew older, and his parents both passed away some years apart from each other, and he buried them both in the forest. He inherited the cottage and has lived there ever since. Mylo spent much of his time renovating the cottage himself, carving furniture from wood and painting things around the house. He eventually developed a sense of wanderlust however, desiring to see the world his parents didn’t care for, that they never let him behold with his own eyes. He left for some time, traveling around the state, and seeing all the societal ills he learned of during his youth. In the end, however, he didn’t see it as being as bad as he thought it’d be. Sure, he didn’t enjoy seeing all the industrializing and deforestation, but he found comfort in places like flea markets and produce shops. He went back home after a while of traveling, with a more positive outlook on life from then on. Now he sells the crafts he makes for money, and takes trips out to town to buy furnishings and groceries instead of occasionally harvesting beans. He lives a solitary but joyful life. Until, one evening, when he was sitting in his rocking chair on his new balcony, staring at the sunset over the forest. He felt ill, and his eyes rolled backwards into his head. He never woke up, and no one knew to come checking up on him. [b]Other:[/b] Mylo is an exceptional culinary expert, even though he claims he just puts together whatever tastes good and eats it. He tried to date a girl he met in town once, when he was younger, but she turned out to be… well… a little promiscuous. And he didn’t like that. He never tried again after her, seeing it as something he just wasn’t cut out for.