NEVERMORE, milo mikolai

[Milo Nevermore]

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I go by FLASH, and my time zone is EASTERN. I found this site by KNOWING PEOPLE. You can contact me PERSONAL MESSAGE.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Milo Mikolai Nevermore.

AGE:

Born in 79 A.D.; the fall of Pompeii. He is currently 1934 years old; appearing in his late twenties or early-thirties, given if he didn’t sleep for days or not.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

Demon; blood demon.

NATIONALITY:

Full-blooded Polish.

OCCUPATION:

Carpenter & Architect.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Apparently, being tall and having bright-colored eyes are part of my genetics… I think. I’m pretty sure. For both my parents had bright eyes; mother bright blue, father bright green… And I was born with bright blue eyes. Same with being tall. My mother was two or three inches below six foot and my father was three above. I reside right with my father more so than mother. Though given my work boots, I can reach six five. Despite me being outside a lot, my skin’s quite fair. That average peachy color I’d say. Like both of my parents and children, they have dark-brown or ‘black’ hair. Doesn’t other me any. I do have some facial hair but I usually keep that trimmed down or shaved off. Who likes beards right? Little scruff is alright though. I am very muscular. Kind of have to be due to working with heavy crap all day. My wings if I ever so choose to reveal them to anyone, are large angel-like wings… Or well a better comparison would be to a crow… Large black but yet fluffy wings. They’re built strongly to carry my weight and another, hence why they’re so massive. Anyways, I dress what I want… So I guess that’s all there is to my appearance. Oh! I also have a tattoo on my chest; right side where my heart is. It is a symbol of my and my wife’s union with one another. It’s a demon thing, you wouldn't understand…

CELEB CLAIM:

Ian Bohen.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Like many family members of his species, or well just his side, they’re very nice demons. You wouldn’t think he’d be nice with that rough exterior and façade, let alone him being a demon, but he is. The man is quite friendly and works well with others. He’s a kind and gentle individual but nonetheless; he does have a strong back-bone and wont be afraid to put his foot down or anything of the sort. So the man may seem to be a push-over to those that deserve it like family for instance, but once someone gets out of line he will put his foot down as kindly as he could. The man is very protective of his family though sometimes may not show it for you know what; he knows when it’s too much and he has respect. He doesn’t like to be a bother to anyone unless they really deserved it and he believes they deserve to be annoyed. The man is quite playful but you’d have to dig in and trigger that side of him most of the time. He is adventurous and definitely a handy-man. If you need help with something he’d probably drop what he was doing and help you the best he can; even more so if it involved wood, nails, and he didn’t have a deadline. The man is goal-orientated but knows how to be relaxed with it; unlike some people who just have the goal there with all seriousness and no relaxation. Basically; Milo here is a well-rounded guy… Try not to take advantage of him or see his kindness as weakness; for if he finds out, you’ll lose his trust - and trust is what makes his life go around.

LIKES:

KNames with Y’s in it. Sunny days. Rainy days. Actually, any weather is alright in his books. Feeling the air on his skin. Taking a bath (since showers feel like it’s raining and he’d rather not get that feeling). Women. Babies. Children. Building things. Learning new things. Being the hero. Being looked up to. Living for his children. Vanilla things. Letting his wings out to feel the breeze and relax. Days off. Dogs. Animals in general.

DISLIKES:

Liars. Thieves. Con-people. People that think they’re better. Egotistical people. Animal cruelty. Blood. Losing people he cares for. History (he’d rather not be reminded). Taxes. Bills. Being bored. Blackouts. Nosey neighbors. Authority figures. Not getting what he wants. Weeds. Pests. Disease.

SECRETS:

His special breed of demon is a secret. Big time.

FEARS:

Scared of losing his family. Scared of having a new one to lose it again. Scared of getting attached again. Scared of not being able to find his children. Scared of being a failure in the memory of Celestine.

DREAMS:

To be there for his children… To make Celestine proud. To maybe have his own family if life allows it.

STRENGTHS:

Strength itself. Hard-working. His kindness (also a weakness). Intelligence with math and science. Has self-control (with a lot of things, blood being the major one).

WEAKNESSES:

Women and children. People that need help. Family-orientated (can be a strength as well). Trusts easily. Sometimes puts others before himself.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

I am unable to say how I was brought into the world for I don’t remember that far back. I do however, remember fragments… Of my little chubby baby hand reaching up for my mother and that rag doll she made just for me. I remember father always catching the food on fire and we had burnt brussel sprouts and burnt lamb that night… Though what I remember the most… Was a day full of terror and death. A day that made my skin crawl with goose-bumps and my eyes to cry tears for people I didn’t even know. What day was this you ask? It was 79 A.D. …

My parents have been in Pompeii since the quake. Nonetheless, the place was beautiful and it had everything that they needed, plus decent jobs. Though my nationality was not Greek, neither were my parents - they moved to Pompeii, I was born there on the year of the great eruption of Mount Vesuvius. Pompeii… I believe everyone has heard of the story of the volcano erupting and the sky raining ash for days… That was no lie for I was there. You could really see it for hundreds of miles away. It was… Chaotic. And it was not something for a toddler or… With my species, one that was two months old to bare witness to.

The ash was coming down thick and people had difficulty breathing, even myself and my parents. I think I got it pretty bad because sometimes when we ran I fell and passed out sometimes. Soon, the thick but fast lava came at us. We could see it falling as we continued to run. We were running with hundreds of others; everyone screaming and stumbling; tripping in the debris. We could feel the heat getting closer and closer. My parents knew that if we continued to run we wouldn’t make it. So risking their exposure, they took off their ash-ridden shirts and sprouted their wings. I was but a toddler so I couldn’t do this yet. Father grabbed me and they flew up and away in the ash raining sky. I was crying form the pain. My lungs felt like they were going to explode. My parents didn’t get far… The ash collected on their wings like bricks and weighted them down and made it more difficult to fly. Mother was first to fall. She landed in the sea. Soon my father came crashing down. He almost drowned but mother managed to keep us both afloat.

Even in the water, thinking it was safe, the lava came for us. We all swam as far as we could but still could feel the immense heat. We were far enough away so it didn’t get us but the pain within our hearts kept echoing. Our home, our friends and family… Everything we loved was now destroyed. I cried and my mother held me tightly. The ash still rained down as we swam to the south-east towards shore that the lava wouldn’t touch. My mother nearly died in these travels and so did my father and myself. The ash got to my lungs and my parents as well; plus exhaustion from all that flying and swimming… But we all made it to shore. A week or so later, letting the lava cool down, we went back to see if there was anything left. We saw some people that managed to escape searching for their friends and families. We couldn’t stay here anymore… So we moved… To where I didn’t know.

Some years later I was in my prime. A tall, athletic, and handsome young man. With my serious face and stern disposition, my father was proud. Though my mother always tried to make me relax. My parents scheduled me to meet this woman. Call it an arranged marriage but in the end it was up to me to make the call. They wanted me to continue our species, which I wouldn’t blame them; we were all but few. But they understood free will and happiness. So if I said no, then we wouldn’t marry. I went through a few girls before I met one in particular. It was ironic really. I went to buy some flowers for this unnamed woman and I bought them for her… Only to soon go to the meeting spot and well, give them to her. Embarrassing but we made lots of jokes from it. And quite frankly, I started to fall for this woman.

She was a few years older than me, but in her prime as well. Our dating got even more serious until one day I finally asked her to marry me. Marriage wasn’t the highest thing I could do, but it was a step towards union. That following year we married. It wasn’t immediately that we tied for children. Even though at seven years, we were more than able in our species. Heck, being two I was old enough since we aged immensely quick for survival… But her and I weren’t ready for that step. Moving to what is now present day Germany, we went to my homeland of Poland where both of my parents were born. It was my native tongue and my home. We traveled a long time in Poland there. From west to north to east to the middle then down south every ten or so years to avoid suspicion. My parents stayed in Germany but soon returned to Poland just as I went down to Greece with my beloved. Around that time there was a huge war and I was forced to serve and fight (The First Crusades in 1097). Nearly dying on multiple counts, something inside of the both of us came to pass. I wasn’t immortal and she didn’t want to lose me. I was weak so I started working out - to better myself and to protect my beloved Celestine. I went back to war on numerous counts but when I came back she told me what was on her mind: children.

If I died, she would be alone, and we both didn’t want that to happen. So we moved around a lot to avoid wars and being drafted, all the whole trying for a child. It wasn’t until in the middle to late ages that she conceived a child and soon brought him into the world. We named our precious son Rayven. He was our pride and joy. He was so precious… Immediately we wanted more children but that wouldn’t be fair right now. We made a plan to have more once we set Rayven off and he was happy. Babies… It stunk that my kind grew up so quickly for it was just so perfect. What can I say; I love babies.

Anyways, Rayven grew up amazingly well. He made me so proud. Even if he didn’t go all out, he was dedicated to myself and Celestine. He was dedicated to family, which I could immediately tell he would be an excellent father and husband when the time came. Rayven pursued his studies even when he helped me downtown with the flying buttresses. I was a builder and built things back then. To this day I still build things but besides the point… He was such a helpful lad. Even when he was courting a woman, he was still educated to his family. Celestine and I gave him our blessing and watched him go off. It was amazing to see our son growing up… Even though he was a few years old, he was already more mature than any of us were. Though not too long after, the Black Death approached. At first it started with coughing and lumps, but soon it was an outbreak. Considering I was outside a lot and so was Celestine, we were one of the many targets of this plague. It was as if humans could see we were supernatural.

Before we could leave, I went back home to get Rayven. Though it was too late. There were riots in the street and I could smell blood. Celestine had to help me back out as we ran for the hills, hoping our son made it out alive. We hid in the forest and hillsides for sometime in a small city close by but not affected by the death that raged onward. I frequently snuck out and went off to look for my son, but I could never find him. I was heartbroken. Celestine tried to convince me to have another child but I just couldn’t… I was too broken down inside… Too scared to even try again,

That lasted years upon years. That feeling of abandonment and disgust. I was against having children for the longest time, though never stopped loving my wife. Three hundred years ago from this date… Celestine and I found out she was pregnant. We were in Europe at the time in 1713. Before then we kept on moving around and kept on changing our identities and even jobs to sustain us… Though we soon settled down when Fayte was born. Unlike Rayven who we pushed out into the open world, with Fayte we were more protective of him and somewhat secluded him from society - we kept him until he was thirty years old - way past his departure date. Deep inside we were scared of losing our second son… Another son that made me so happy to the point of tears.

I was a fisherman during the growth of Fayte. He grew up into a fine young man and I could see in his eyes he earned to be free… It was a struggle for Celestine and I but we tried to lower our protective nature a bit and let him go. He was, in fact, thirty years old. In out species he was old enough to be on his own without us at two but we kept on, afraid of losing him. Nonetheless… We still loved him too much to let him go entirely. We kept eyes on him always… Not like he knew, ha. Anyways. It was after Fayte left that I finally took the next step with Celestine. In my culture or well ‘our’ culture… The highest form of bonding or affection was ‘the brand’. A tattoo of ink and blood of your lover, engraved into your skin a special design bonding you forever even after death do you part.

In a small witches home, we got our seals. We got our designs on our chest where our heart would be. That was our special spot that meant something to the both of us. Though it wasn’t long until we were had… Our mistake was moving to America for more freedom and a new life. Sure we missed our son but… Trust - we needed to give him that much. So we moved to America, her and I. It was just a few months after we got bonded that we were sought out by hunters of some cult back in the 1690’s. They believed us to be demons and witches… The latter was false but the first was tight. They captured Celestine and did one of these ‘tests’ on her, which she passed and immediately she was called a demon. I, sadly, was out when this happened… I came home to my wife being dragged.

I was a hunter then and when I saw her being tied up to the stake, I screamed and shot one of the man by her with my bow. Of course it was then I was apprehended and being dragged off when they lit the wood. I couldn’t see her well… The tears in my eyes clouded my vision so badly. I could feel my chest burn, my eyes burn, everything burned as I cried out her name and she mine… Until it stopped. When I couldn’t hear her pain-filled voice, I stopped struggling… tears kept streaming down my face as my bottom lip quivered. I lost my mate for life that day and like what my species do when that happened; we gave up on life to join them.

I was put in jail by the authorities, to be executed publicly for killing an officer (the only thing I ever killed were animals, that was the first time I murdered someone in blind rage… Or ever) while the cult tried their best to get me out and to burn me at the stake like they did my wife. Needless to say I didn’t eat the food they gave me, I didn’t sleep, I didn’t drink the water they gave me until my execution day. Clinging onto the memories of her as I was chained and dragged outside… In my mind this was it. I’d soon join her in whatever afterlife there was out there. Though at the last minute another thought entered my mind… Would she want me to be happy and live on for our sons? Or be selfish and join her… What if there wasn’t an afterlife like what we believed in? Call it freight, but at the last moment, I punched an officer, sprouted my wings and took flight out of there.

Still suffering form immense depression and slight insanity from it, I didn’t eat for quite a long time; I barely drunk and slept as well. I was like a walking zombie; trying my best to get out of this funk. Moving around and changing my name many a time with false documentations thanks to the supernatural world, I moved to the south in the late 1800’s and started educating myself and trying my best to live again. It was in Virginia that I started to become less pale and more plump. I was starting to eat and live again. I had to hold onto Celestine’s memories… The good ones, not her last moments. She was my reason of life. During the 1800’s and 1900’s I took up many jobs and alias’ whilst moving around constantly after every ten or so years.

In the late 1900’s I started attending school due to this rough economy getting worse and worse to live in compared to the easier but more physical labor orientated past of my life. I excelled with numbers and chemistry but my hands yearned to create things; make things… Much like in the past. I was more of a builder and less of a hunter. Plus one couldn’t make much money hunting or fishing here, so I went on another route; one I was good at - architecture and carpentry.

I had many degrees and a lot of contracts. Though being smart I kept on changing up my documents and moving around. In 2010 I moved to New Jersey, in West orange until in 2013 I moved to East orange, Essex, New Jersey. I was excellent and excelled at what I did and was living again. Though I won’t lie… It wasn’t until the very late 1800’s that I started to look for my children. It was harder than you think with all the name changes or… They could have died and whatnot. Nonetheless, I have hope… I did not break our tradition for nothing. Not selfish act or pride… But for my children… Whom still had to be out there probably with huge families of their own. My only goal in life was to seek them out and be apart of their lives once again… If they’d let me.

FAMILY LIFE:

Czeslaw - father; unknown, presumed alive but lost.
Muriel - mother; unknown, presumed alive but lost.
Celestine - late wife/mate/bonded; deceased in Salem witch trials
Rayven - first born son, hundreds of years older than Fayte; alive.
Fayte - second born son, hundreds years younger than Rayven; alive.
Angelus - ‘Irish twin’ to Cole, granddaughter, alive.
Cole - ‘Irish twin’ to Angelus, grandson, alive.

OTHER:

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