Milo Cremona

the sole son of a family of alchemists, whose interests were somewhat more mundane. milo’s parents were jewelers, who sought to make the best alloys for their wares. milo’s passions, however, were a little more ambitious. milo has an interest in more exotic looking metals, and as such, taking over the family business would have brought him nothing but boredom and misery. instead, milo set off someplace else, to live somewhere well-populated yet isolated. that place was fogmere.
milo lives in a lone house in meadow row, with all the electricity cables cut, instead hooking his place up to a large generator out back. milo’s practices in alchemy tend to be quite energy intensive, and he would hate to cause a power outage in the whole street. or district. or city. he’s a bit of a doomsday thinker.
milo has niche interests. more extreme ones. he had always wondered, whether he could turn organic material to something else, but never quite dared to explore the question until recently, in fear of his family’s judgement. aren’t curiosities like these what drove the whole philosophy, the science, into existence? this pondering was one of the many reasons milo moved in the first place. and yet, his experiments ran dry, as he found that as soon as he purchased a rabbit to test his theory on, he couldn’t find it in his heart to crank a hair on its cute little head. so instead, milo now has a new pet. to take its place, milo has now mutilated himself instead, to have enough iron embedded in his body to be banned from just about every traveling station. theoretically, at least. he doesn’t go outside enough to check.

milo is anxious. a coward, perhaps, albeit self-ascribed. though chasing his curiosities despite whatever life throws at him would be far from cowardly, milo refuses to acknowledge this, from lingering guilt of fleeing his responsibilities, among many other reasons. most of his emotions consist of fear. just about anything startles him, and he refuses to go outside beyond his yard. he beholds himself an abomination, despite being in fogmere, where biology runs unchecked to begin with. even if he wasn’t held together by magnetism and mercury poisoning, he would still refuse to leave the house, due to severe social anxiety. 

he severely worries any neighbors that are aware of his existence, but since one of them nearly gave him a heart attack just by greeting him good morning, most keep their distance from him, for his own sake. it’s a miracle the man is still alive. one thing’s for certain, he refuses to kick the bucket before his bunny does.