Welp, here goes nothing, I guess, lemme know if anything needs fixing!

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[h1][u][b][color=fff200]Human[/color][/b][/u][/h1]
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[b][color=aba000]Name:[/color][/b] Milo Weathers

[b][color=aba000]Age:[/color][/b] 19

[b][color=aba000]Appearance:[/color][/b] If there's one thing to be said about Milo, it's this: Absolute gremlin. From his remarkably short stature, made only worse by his tendency to slump, to his extreme lack of fashion sense, none of it is really helped by the fact that the guy practically refuses to shower. Hair unkempt and face unshaven, some often questioned if Milo was homeless.  Were it not for his hair constantly being dyed one color or another, one could really have thought it so. Underneath all the mess and the grime, however, it's not hard to see Milo for the attractive young man he is. With soft, round features giving him a face of eternal youth, and an ever-present gleam of excitement in his bright blue eyes, were it not for his frumpish appearance, he could easily have had swarms of girls, and even other boys, absolutely fawning over him, and the lack of height would have been merely a charm of "cuteness" on his part.
Milo carries several piercings around his ears and face, and those who know him well are aware of a few other, not-so-visible places that have also been adorned. A fan of the color yellow, he's never seen without his favorite jacket or his ratty old Converse he's had since middle school. He has no official tattoos but has always been prone to draw on himself, and his arms and legs are often covered in doodles of all kinds, with the most prominent typically being different types of bugs, including such types as bumblebees, caterpillars, butterflies, and the occasional stick-bug; once he even put in the time and effort to draw a rather detailed praying mantis, though more often his "tattoos" hold a more cartoonish style.

[b][color=aba000]Personality:[/color][/b] Milo is as much a "gremlin" in regards to his personality as he is to his appearance. Really, it's a wonder how someone so bad at socializing managed to make friends in the first place. Often described as rather off or just plain weird, Milo is known to be quite the extreme goofball. A class clown if ever there was one, there doesn't seem to be a single serious moment in this boy's life, as no matter what the situation is, he always has a joke to crack. Wild and reckless, one could almost describe Milo as feral, for he holds absolutely no regard for personal space or social cues. He's "hug first, introductions later," and never stops to consider that someone may be uncomfortable with his mannerisms, often even becoming worse the more uncomfortable someone gets as he simply becomes more determined to make them like him. There is no one in this world or another that Milo won't try to befriend, and not even a beating from some irritable jocks could ever deter him in his endeavors.

[u][b][color=aba000]History[/color][/b][/u] Milo grew up under the care of his uncle, though he's never actually told anyone ─ not even his friends ─ why, exactly, that was. All anyone really knows is that his mother died when he was rather young, and his father... well, his father simply "wasn't in the picture" as it was often stated. Really, he sees no reason to tell anyone, let alone his [i]friends[/i], who would surely worry about him, that the [i]dickwad[/i] said to be his father was the reason his mother died in the first place. To be fair, it [i]was[/i] an accident, but just the fact that the man was never caught, never really settled right with Milo. Top that with the fact that the man made several attempts at re-entering his life before Milo finally had to tell him off himself when not even his uncle's words could keep the sorry sap away, and it's really no surprise that Milo feels no need to include the man in anything.
Life with his uncle was fairly unsupervised, as the man worked odd hours, gone most of the time, and often off on trips for business, and thus Milo was left as a latch-key kid for the latter half of his childhood. As such, Milo never really spent all that much time at home, instead spending the grand majority of his time running all over town and getting into various amounts of trouble, when he wasn't with his friends of course. Strange as Milo was among his peers, he had, at some point in his educational career, managed to make good friends with a ragtag team of boys around his age, and perhaps it was this friend group who kept him out of the worst of trouble he could have gotten into.
Still, with the lack of supervision, Milo was really never much of one to go along with school, and really the only reason he went to school was to be with his friends. When it came to classes and the like, Milo didn't have much care for the lessons of the work, and it wasn't long before he found himself flunking out of his sophomore year of high school and having to repeat the grade. Fearing that he would be left behind as his friends moved on to college without him, Milo began putting a little more effort into his studies, and come his junior year, he was managing pretty well, even keeping his grades somewhat above passing. Aimless, however, Milo found himself dreading his finishing of school as senior year came to a close. He had never put much thought into what he wanted to do with his life, and as a result, he had yet to put in any college applications, not even the local community college. 
Knowing their time was coming to an end as they each met a fork in the path they had walked together for so long, Milo was more than eager to join his crew on one last outing, though reluctant, too, to give his goodbyes.

[h1][u][b][color=fff200]Magic[/color][/b][/u][/h1]
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[b][color=aba000]Magical Form:[/color][/b] Upon transformation, Milo's hair, lingering dye and all, changes to pure white with a few yellow streaks. His eyes become solid white with little definition between iris and sclera, as his pupils too seem to disappear. His favorite yellow jacket is stripped away, leaving only a yellow shirt with a ragged white bandanna around his neck. A pair of yellow skates replace his treasured old Converse, and he has somewhat of a discotheque look with his wide-legged checkered white pants.

[b][color=aba000]Weapon:[/color][/b] Believe it or not, the skates are his weapon, as in combination with his "windy thing" as he often calls his magic, he can skate along at breakneck speeds, no matter the terrain, flying over the ground and performing aerial moves he'd never have thought possible before receiving the footwear. The "blades" of the skates can shift and change, becoming actual cutting blades, which he can then use with various kicks to slash at his enemy.

[b][color=aba000]Abilities:[/color][/b] Milo is capable of controlling wind, or rather, air in all its capacity. From creating and controlling airflow into powerful currents to giving himself perfect balance and even being able to filter his own intake of the air around him. He can use the wind like a tangible weapon of its own, slicing and dicing at targets with enough force to rival a category-five hurricane. His blasts can rip and tear away at structures, a power which only becomes more lethal should he choose to carry any foreign objects on the wind, such as leaves, twigs, or sand. If he truly wanted to, not only could Milo create a duststorm where only he himself would be able to breathe through his filtration abilities, be he could directly push the air out of the surrounding area, suffocating any at his mercy. Of course, that's [i]if he wanted to[/i], and the fact of the matter is, that despite his more god-like abilities, Milo prefers to stick to the basics, and mostly uses his powers to glide around, literally walking on air, as well as make himself just that much faster than he naturally is.

[h1][u][b][color=fff200]Companion[/color][/b][/u][/h1]

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[b][color=aba000]Name:[/color][/b] Vlinderbelle

[b][color=aba000]Appearance:[/color][/b] Vlinderbelle is a large, bright yellow luna moth, roughly the size of a red-tailed hawk, who sparkles and shines in a glimmering light that trails in a cloud of soft dust behind her as she flies

[b][color=aba000]Personality:[/color][/b] Vlinderbelle, in contrast to Milo, is calm and content. She holds a steady head in any situation and never acts out on emotion. She is of a very gentle nature, having more patience than she really should need to give, and above all, she is protective, both in the physical sense, but also in the emotional sense as well. She won't stand ─ or rather, flutter? ─ for any sort of pain coming to the ones she cares for.
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