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MILO FABRAY ➝ FIRST SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Milo Knox Fabray. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 25. (April 7th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: First. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Senior. ❖ MAJOR: Bioengineering and Medicine, with a minor in Epidemiology. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Jack Falahee.

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He was born to a Mother too young. Born to an absent Father. He wasn’t unwanted, in fact, he was loved enough that his Mother wanted to give him a life she couldn’t provide at her age, and that was how Milo Knox Francis was destined for adoption only 3 months after his conception. Angelina was just a high school drop-out working late nights in a bowling alley, and wanted her son to have a life that she wouldn’t be able to give him.

Milo Knox was the first child to the Fabray family. Though not their child biologically, he was their first nonetheless, and was raised to believe that Judy was the one to give birth to him. He had no idea of the existence of Angelina Francis, and that was how Russell and Judy wanted it to stay. In attempt to ensure that he felt as though he were their family, their real family, they smothered him with love, affection and gifts. He had the best clothes, latest gadgets, the best toys. He was treated to days out, expensive trips, and given all the attention in the world.

Of course, for a child, this was the best thing ever. Getting everything he wanted, when he wanted, was taken for granted, but it was less fun and games as he grew. As he went from a kid to a teenager, the smothering was more bothersome than anything else, and he started to resent the constant pressure that he felt was placed on his shoulders by his family. He had sisters, too, but that didn’t change anything. Judy and Russell still pushed him too much, and it began to push him away, as opposed to making him feel included. Slowly, he pushed himself out of the picture.

At the age of 14, he made a friend. A friend who was older, 16 and a junior, unlike his freshman self. His name was Joseph Carson, and Joey was his best friend, despite the two years between them. Milo spent more time at the Carson household with Mary and Louis, Joseph, and his two twin sisters, Bethany and Brittany. Having dinner there, having family time, and spending the night, Milo was more of a Carson that he was a Fabray. And it was perfect, because being an honorary Carson meant time out of the public eye, which was greatly appreciated.

When he turned 16, Joseph was going to college at UCLA. Milo visited frequently, even spending multiple nights a week in Joseph’s dorm. Though neither of them drank, or took part in recreational drug use like the others, they still went to the college parties and mingled, made friends, enjoyed company and music. That was their scene, and Milo preferred it to anything else.

They had been running late to a party one night— Joseph was nearing the end of his sophomore year, and Milo had just turned 17. Needing to hang a late assignment to one of his professors, the boys had headed to the main building, to the office of Professor Jenkins to hang it in, before heading to the dorms for a rager. Instead of the normal, professional, intellect that was Jenkins, they found a man with white knuckles and whiskey on his breath. He was angry, living in his office while going through a messy divorce, and it was clear the moment they walked in, that he was angry, and aggressive.

An argument ensued— or less of an argument, more Joseph trying to calm Jenkins down, while Milo fidgeted nervously by the door, his eyes darting back and forth between the men, and then to the door to the side of the room that they’d came in through. Jenkins, drunk and paranoid, made a move for Milo, but was stopped by the paperweight colliding with his skull gripped in Joseph’s hand. Jenkins hit the floor, a pool of blood slowly starting to surround his head, the red reflection in Jenkins’ open eyes fading as did the light in them.

They took the paperweight, and took off, hiding the object in Joseph’s dorm before slipping off to the party. Everyone was already too far gone to notice the boys joining late, and though they were terrified that they would be caught, they got away with it.

After that, they stopped hanging out on campus, instead choosing locations in Los Angeles to chill instead. Skate parks, public parks, cafes and the beach, anywhere other than the campus. The image of Jenkins laying there, however, was burned into Milo’s mind, appearing every time his eyes closed, torturing him with the reminder of what he’d witnessed, of what they’d done. He didn’t sleep. He barely ate. He didn’t partake in any of the activities that he had before, and he didn’t tell a soul.

The sleepless nights pushed him to do things he’d never expected of himself. When the exhaustion made him start passing out in classes, and in both the Carson household and his own, before awakening shaking and scared, he gave in to a suggestion from one of the burnouts at school, and that was how his dependency on amphetamines began. It wasn’t anything bad, at first. But soon, the high that got him through the day, and the comedown that helped him crash at night, was something he learned to depend on.

The attic of his home had become one of his favourite places to hang out in. He’d sneak up there, sit in the dark with minimal light filtering in from the small window overlooking the front garden and a few rows of houses where they lived. The attic was filled with random junk, but he sifted through it most days regardless, curious of what he might find. He never dreamed that he would find adoption papers, which stated that Judy and Russell, in fact, weren’t his real parents.

It wasn’t long until his 18th birthday when he found them, and his graduation was fast approaching too, meaning he’d seen get the inheritance he’d been told he was entitled to when he graduated from high school. A couple of weeks later, he told Judy and Russell that he intended on taking a two year break before he would attend Pacific State at their wish, and he would be gone for those two years, travelling across the globe to “find himself”. Really, it was an escape, and an attempt to clean himself of what he’d been taking to get him through the last year.

It was a blissful two years, when he got over the withdrawls. With minimal contact with the Fabray’s, he spent his time travelling from city to city, country to country, meeting new people, trying new food, experiencing new cultures. He threw powder paint in the streets of India, drank beer during Oktoberfest, and walked barefoot on fields in New Zealand. He learned languages, worked with locals to make extra money, and had the time of his life.

But that couldn’t last forever, and when the two years were up, he returned to Los Angeles, and began his freshman year at the age of 20. He didn’t know what he wanted to do, but being intelligent, he decided to pursue something that required just that, something he could be successful in. He decided to double major in medicine and bioengineering, with a minor in epidemiology. It would keep him busy, and give him good prospects for when he would eventually leave school and begin his career.

But with a heavy workload, he found that the old habits were exactly what he needed to help him cope at school, and so he slipped back into it again. It’s just another secret, but he was used to keeping those by now.

Now, graduation approaches, and he plans on getting his Masters in Biomedical Engineering come the next year. He still struggles with the same addiction to help him get through every day. He still hasn’t told Judy and Russell that he found the papers 7 years ago, nor has he told his siblings, and he hasn’t told them he’s looking for his real family either. Problem is, he doesn’t have a clue where to look, with no idea that they’re right under his nose.

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Milo has dark hair, that is usually slicked back, though he occasionally lets the loose waves fall over his forehead instead. Typically, he looks quite formal, he likes to wear suits and look professional, but he also likes to try a more casual look, normally just fitted jeans and button-up shirts. He doesn’t have any piercings, and his only tattoo is the words “Adventure is out there” on the side of his left foot.

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