Milo

Name:

Milo

Gender:

Cis Male

Age:

18  

Pokemon:

Eevee

Type:

Normal

Moveset:

Tail Whip
Sand Attack
Quick Attack
Baby-Doll Eyes

Personality:

Kind-hearted 
Milo is one of the kindest pokecats you could ever meet. He honestly treats even his friends like his own kin, and would do just about everything for them.
Loyal 
Milo is extremely loyal to those he cares about. He would follow them to the ends of the globe if they asked him to. He's especially loyal to his (adopted) grandparents, though.
Innocent 
Despite his age and his past, Milo is rather innocent in comparison to the average eighteen year old. Not intentionally, he just is a happy bubbly little Eevee. Innocence is bliss, isn't it?
Quiet 
Milo doesn't talk very much. He's full of love for everyone, but he only speaks when he really deems it necessary. Some would call him selectively mute, but he thinks he just doesn't need to talk all the time.
Follower 
Milo is more of a follower than a leader; he'd rather follow orders than give them. He's more than content being an underling in the fishing business.
Gullible 
Milo is very gullible, and believes pretty much everything told to him without question. Thankfully, nobody in his past has used this to manipulate him.
 Anxious 

Despite  his outward calm appearance, Milo tends to be rather anxious by nature.  He worries a lot more than he lets on, much to the chagrin of those closest to him. He'd rather spend his time making others happy instead  of focusing on himself and his own issues.

History:

TW: DEATH (of the parental sort)

Milo  was born in an unclaimed stretch of woods not too far from Erim Valley  to an Espeon and Umbreon named Mina and Shade, who had been together for  many years. They had struggled for a long time to concieve kits, and  through the blessings of whatever deities live above, they were able to  concieve a single kit. When Milo was born, Shade insisted on his name  being similar to Mina's, as he loved her very much and was grateful that  they were able to have a child together, and she reluctantly agreed.  The family lived happily together in these woods for many years, hunting  and living off of the land perfectly fine and in peaceful solitude.
One  night, however, when Milo was a young teenager, something went wrong-- a  feral clan of pokecats invaded on their space. Mina and Shade had never  really claimed the territory as "theirs," but they had lived alone  there long enough for the small patch of woods to be considered theirs,  if only by word of mouth within the surrounding groups, but this clan  didn't care about "word of mouth." Milo's parents fought as hard as they  could (they didn't let Milo join in on the fighting, much to his  panicked dismay), but they were outmatched and outnumbered by the larger  group. They sent Milo off to get help from the Valley cats, and though  Milo feared that he wouldn't make it in time, he fled anyway, running as  fast as his tiny legs would carry him.
It wasn't until the following  sunrise that Milo made it to the Homestead, begging for help from the  local law enforcement there. He managed to catch the attention of a big  charizard pokecat named Hether, who turned out to be the chief of  police. Perfect! Milo explained his situation, and Hether immediately  gathered a small group to run to Milo's parents' aid. But... they were  too late. They stumbled upon the reek of feral pokecats and the bodies  of his parents, bloodied and battered nearly beyond recognition. Milo  barely noticed the tears flooding his gaze as he rushed to them. His  mother was cold and still, very much unlike her usually active nature.  He thought the same of his father, but he realized that the Umbreon was  barely breathing.
"Milo," his father rasped to him, gaining his  son's rapt attention, though silent sobs wracked his tiny frame. "Take  the purple stone from our home-- take it with you and go to the  valley... you'll be safe there," he rasped. "Papa, what do you mean?"  Milo sobbed, "Won't you come with me? We can get you help and--" Shade  cut him off. "I think... I think it's too late for me," he murmured, the  light already leaving his eyes. "Safe yourself, my boy. It'll all be  alright." He passed as Milo cried and buried his head in his father's  cooling, sticky silky fur.
Milo was numb as the police pokecats  brought him and his parents' bodies back to the Homestead. He could  barely think, barely move, barely breathe as his parents were  buried in small and inconspicuous graves. Throughout everything, the  small purple stone never left his chest fur (which Hether had told him  was called an "eviolite;" ironically, it granted extra protection to  young pokemon like himself) and he remained glued to Hether's side. He  had nowhere to go, nothing to do-- that was, until he met another  pokecat.
Hether soon introduced him to a mightyena named Suku. He  explained that she was his mate, that he'd told her everything, and that  the two were willing to take him in as their own. Lost for words, Milo  was overjoyed; he'd always love and miss his birth parents with  everything he had, but the fact that these two practical strangers were  willing to raise him as their own meant the world to him. He didn't  really see himself fighting and joining the police force, though... the  thought only reminded him of the fight that had taken his parents'  lives. Thankfully for him, Suku offered to bring him back to Dorval and  teach him the way of fishing, if he wanted. He immediately accepted the  offer and soon moved to Dorval with Suku.
Milo took to fishing like a  cat to yarn (no pun intended). Even though his legs were short, he  learned how to use that to advantage, and soon he'd gotten the knack of  his new job. He now fishes every day, and spends his off moments with  his adoptive family. He always accompanies her on her trips to the other  locations in Erim Valley, and he couldn't be happier, despite his  troubled past. He has his off days sometimes, but Suku and Hether would  always be there for him, and that's what mattered the most.