Milo Allen Erickson

Male

A main character

15

Jade green, behind gold-rimmed circular glasses

He doesn't have any facial hair yet.

He hardly brushes it; normally it naturally falls into curls that barely reach his top eyelashes.

Golden-brown. (#84562f google it)

5'5"

Has a deep scar on his right leg from trying to climb a barbed wire fence and getting himself caught, and a light, wide mole by his left ear.

119 lbs.

Thin and sinewy

He's a pale peachy color, with light freckles across his nose and shoulders.

Caucasian

He is very good at helping people who are at odds find common ground. He is also good at memorizing information, and knows a ridiculous amount of useless fun facts.

A moderate anxiety disorder.

He often bites at or licks his bottom lip, and has been known to stutter when anxious. When he is about to cry, he automatically looks up to avoid letting the tears fall.

He is most motivated to do things when it means helping someone else. For example, he has stayed up with multiple classmates until one or two in the morning to help them study for tests, and is usually the one that diffuses conflict in his wide group of peers.

He's indecisive, weak-willed most of the time, and anxious to the point of having frequent panic attacks. He doesn't cry easily, but when he does, he gets very upset and yells a lot.

He often assumes that any Christians will be transphobic or homophobic towards him, even though that isn't a logical assumption.

Has a passion for writing poetry and sketching faces. He also likes to read, especially his friend Sera's blog. He folds origami and is in an after-school literature club.

“THE MEDIATOR” (INFP-T)
Hufflepuff

Yellow.

Japanese chin puppies.

A large stuffed rabbit that he got from Victor when he was in the hospital*.

Chocolate cupcakes with buttercream frosting.

Unemployed.

He is very democratic, a feminist, and a pacifist.

He doesn’t practice any particular religion, but believes in a higher power and an afterlife.

February 27th, 2003

Milo has lived in Woodwind his entire life. He was born there. He was raised there. Lives with a nuclear family of a mother, a father, and an older sister. His parents always wanted the perfect life, with two perfect children; a son, and a daughter, but were disappointed to get two females, named Nadia and Olivia. That is, until their youngest, our very own Milo, realized that he was trans when he was in seventh grade, though he had known he wasn't comfortable as a girl for the majority of his life. His mother was fairly accepting, though his father was less so. Nadia, Milo’s big sister, often felt like his only real friend when he was younger. He met both of his best friends in second grade. He was getting beat up by some vicious fifth graders, until a scary-looking third grader stepped in. He broke one bully’s arm, and ended up causing the other two bullies to have to go to the hospital to get stitches. Milo wanted to ask the third grader’s name, to thank him for standing up to the bullies, but then the teacher showed up and the kid got suspended for a week. When he finally got back the next Tuesday, he found Milo at the swings, and introduced himself as Victor. The two were inseparable for every moment after that. Later that year, in the early spring, Milo and Victor were sitting at a table together, coloring during their free hour. A little girl with fluffy brown pigtails walked up, and sat down next to Milo. "I like planes, too," she had said, grabbing a crayon and beginning to color the image of a jet with Milo. Victor also took a crayon, and began coloring the sky orange. And thus, a beautiful friendship was born between the three. In the summer before fourth grade, all three kids got together on Milo's property and- though it took a month, and Milo's dad's help-
they built a tree-house by the pond. They spent every day left in the summer in that tree-house together, only going home to eat and grab stuff to do. Milo's mom even bought them a little table, chairs, and built them a set of triple-bunk-beds so they could sleep out. That summer was the best summer they'd ever had. But everything fell apart in the seventh grade. Milo was depressed and confused, and for a month or so he didn't even bother going to school half the time. He and Victor would skip school and go walk in the woods together, skipping rocks across the pond on Milo's property, and hang out in the tree-house by the water. Sometimes Victor would drive Milo places, although he wasn't supposed to be driving. *Milo was binding his chest for more than fourteen hours a day for the entirety of his seventh-grade year, and ended up breaking two of his ribs, and passing out in the woods with Victor. Victor had to rush him to the hospital, and that was when he was forced to come out to his family and friends, though Victor had already known. It took a heavy emotional toll on him. He didn't want to be left alone, and so despite the designated visiting hours, Victor stayed at the hospital with Milo all night and went home with him the next day in Milo's mother's car. Their story begins in high school.

He's a sophomore in high school- got bumped up a year in first grade.

A gigantic Saint Bernard named Bowser.