the woods are calling

Positive Traits: Rational, Calm, Passionate

Negative Traits: Guarded, Selfish, Analytical

Note: Milo has been a muse of mine for about three years now (my baby), so writing a blurb after all this time is the oddest thing to me. Bare with me if I’m rambling or there isn’t enough detail! I’m always up for plotting or further explanation, so feel free to message me after the read.

Milo Davis is a private investigator who specializes in debunking “paranormal” / “supernatural” activity, cases, etc. He considers himself a realist, and sort of got into this line of work by chance. He was merely doing his neighbors a service when they thought their house was “haunted” and began traveling the world to help those who were too scared to look at what was lying further in the dark. He believes: “There’s an explanation for everything.”

He went to school with the intentions of joining the FBI, having a degree in criminal justice and computer science, though he never really puts the latter to use. Right now, he loves his career, and doesn’t see himself doing anything other than traveling and producing his podcast named “Daybreak.” He works for himself in terms of investigations, and it’s a service called “EAST, Inc.”

He travels a lot because of his line of work, consequently becoming very guarded. His mother walked out on him when he was young, and he grew up with an abusive father, adding salt to the wound. With moving from place to place because of his occupation, he could never bring him attach, and ultimately, forgot how to altogether. He doesn’t talk about himself, and often will deflect conversation in a way you wouldn’t realize he did. He’s nice about it.

Right now, he’s back in Beaumont after leaving on a sailing trip throughout the Atlantic. He had been living here three months prior, so if you might remember him. I want to say he had been gone for about four weeks. He is also Elijah’s roommate, living on his couch.

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He’s a very chill guy; very friendly and tries to be as personable as he can despite feeling connections are only temporary. Impressions last, so might as well make the most of them. He’s the definition of flexible. He kind of adapts to whomever he’s speaking to.

He collects cassette tapes. His Jeep Liberty didn’t have a radio for the longest time, having bought a used car, and so he installed a cassette player he found in a junk yard. Been in love ever since, and keeps his favorites in an old rucksack.

He’s also always wearing that forsaken rucksack! Please buy him a new one! This Jack Kerouac-wannabe has had this backpack since he was in college, and it’s high-time he got one that isn’t ripped and blood-stained. (Please also teach him how to properly do laundry. He . . . cannot. Forgive him if he smells like a sewer sometimes, too. He probably just crawled out of one.)

He’s the kind of guy that is so busy, he forgets his basic needs. Baby him. Mother him. Feed this child who hasn’t eaten in sixteen hours because “he forgot.”

His “office” is in an old bookstore called “Walden Pond.” He made a deal with the owner, a kind old man whom allowed for him to set up shop in the back. All his walls are bookshelves, with his desk in the middle. The old man is named “Abe” who also takes all his messages. Thank him for his service. Milo closes the shop every Saturday night to have a cup of whiskey with him by a fire.

Anyway!