The Messenger
Milo Foreman

"I am looking for the one I cannot fool"

|Full Name|
Milo Foreman
|Nickname|
N/A
|Age|
24
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual

|Birth Order|
Fourth out of five
|Significant Other|
Is yet to be found

•Physical characteristics•
|Face Claim/Appearance|

"Wisdom won't necessarily make you a clever man"

|Height|
176cm
|Hair Colour|
Brown
|Eye Colour|
Brown
|Skin Colour|
Softly tanned
|Distinguishing Features|
Missing his ring and middle finger on his right hand, luckily he is a leftie

|Health|
Quite flimsy, but has a general good health considering the era
|Disabilities|
None

•Personality Attributes•

"Trust me, I am but a mere messenger of peace"

A trickster
In order to get around with the way he lives he always ahs a trick up his sleeve. If it be action, words, illusion or whatever one would require of him. He is a master of illusion, a clown in disguise for he will lure you into a world of beautiful tricks before throwing dirt to your face and laugh. Some might say he would fit better as a joker in court, but his ability to speak and move unseen makes him a better messenger. For even a messenger needs a trick up their sleep, even between peaceful kingdoms.
Convincing
From his childhood Milo has been quite convincing and good with his words. There are almost no situations he is unable to talk himself out of. For once that mouth opens, a strand of very convincing lies and truths escapes him. Alongside the intertwining lines of lies and truths there is always a story, few are able to detect it but deep down it is a story made up in his mind as he goes. A story so well made that he almost believes it himself, making him even more convincing. His story is so perplexed, detailed and charming that it captures the listener, he surely is suited for his work. For there are few that are able to see through his stories, once he opens his mouth and starts on his somewhat nervous chatter there is no telling between truth and lie.
Nervous
Despite his tricks and convincing words he is nervous. Almost always fiddling with someone, letting out unsure chuckles and mostly staying away from eye contact. He might be confident in his stories but not in his nature. This constant nervous manner is from growing up as the weakest and smallest one, the one to always make trouble and get into fights. If you are nervous enough it won't be any fun getting picked on, for the unsure manner makes him laugh at his own mistakes and failures. He is of course quite skittish due to this trait, but worry not, he can be as cocky as an old bull if it comes to it.

|Likes|
-Talking
-Making stories
-His trusted companion
-Nature
-Rain
-Animals
|Dislikes|
-Dangerous situations
-Fights
-Silence
-Sudden, loud sounds
|Fears|
Thunderstorms
To be alone
Lose his tongue
|Strengths|
Talking
Memory
Story telling
|Weakness|
Fighting

•Background Information•

|Background|
Milo comes from a line of pig farmers. His father, and father before that grew quite the market in pork meat, leading to them being able to move into the farm they currently live at. He was born on this farm and this would also be where he grew up, as the smallest in the flock of children, always struggling to keep up with his older brothers. Compared to him they were eager to help out at home, loving the care and comfort of their home, never crossing the fence that surrounded their property. However, Milo, he was different, he had the heart for the unknown. While his siblings helped out at home, he sat day dreaming, wondering what was hiding behind these fences, and when the day came where he was finally able to join his father for the market, he fell in love with the world. Along it came the problems of his tongue. For walking there amongst the many smells, sounds and sightings his mind started wandering and soon enough he was a professional liar. Telling lies so elaborated that he almost believed them himself. He had found his profession; he would become a story teller. Travel and discover the world alongside a follow of a horse and a donkey, but his dream was cut short as his father fell ill. For it was not until then he realised that he was meant to stay at the farm 'til the end of his days, a faith he could simply not allow himself.
Reaching the appropriate age he ran away from home, packing some food in a small blanket he would wish the farm goodbye one last time before wandering off on his adventures. But the world was quite different from what he first imagined. It was far from as magical as the marketplace, it held few of the smells and exciting languages he had heard. But the sightings were still the same.
Somewhere along the line of his explorations he made himself a new life based on storytelling, making stories so detailed and lies so truthful that he lived almost a year without once having to draw money. As the year passed by he also came along a few people close to the king and queen, and before he knew it, he was named as their messenger. Which is exactly what he did. He made a living out of traveling back and forth, exploring the lands, but the occupation has grown boring and the paths grown old. He hopes that maybe someday he will be able free himself from the role as messenger and live the life of a storyteller.

|Other|
Always by his side is his trusted horse McEgan

|Playlist|
-To be added-

|Photo Gallery|