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One x One Milo- oc for siren roleplay

r0wang9rdon

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โ€ŠMilo
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๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•
0:35 โ”€โ”€oโ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ -4:23
โ‡„ โ—ƒโ—ƒ โ…ก โ–นโ–น โ†ป

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๐‘ฐ๐’๐’…๐’†๐’™

๐˜ช. ๐‘‡๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ
๐˜ช๐˜ช. ๐ต๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ ๐ผ๐‘›๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›
๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ช.๐ด๐‘๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘’
๐˜ช๐˜ท.๐‘ƒ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘‡๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ 
๐˜ท.๐‘…๐‘’๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘๐‘ 
๐˜ท๐˜ช.๐ต๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ
๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ช.๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘  + ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก

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๐‘ต๐’๐’•๐’†๐’”

โ.๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘- ๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘โ„Ž 14๐‘กโ„Ž, 2022
โ.๐น๐‘–๐‘›๐‘–๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘‘- ๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘โ„Ž 14๐‘กโ„Ž, 2022
โ.๐‘ƒ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘ - ๐ต๐‘ฅ๐‘
โ.๐‘ƒ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›-
โ.๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘ - ๐‘‚๐‘๐‘’๐‘›
โ.๐‘‡๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘”๐‘”๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘Š๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘ - ๐ท๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘กโ„Ž, ๐ด๐‘*๐‘ ๐‘’,๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘†๐ด ๐‘€๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘›
โ.๐บ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ -๐‘…๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘’, ๐‘†๐‘™๐‘–๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’, ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐ด๐‘›๐‘”๐‘ ๐‘ก
โ.๐ด๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ - ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ [๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘”๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘–๐‘๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘’]
โ.๐ถ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ- r0wang9rdan

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๐‘ป๐’†๐’‚๐’”๐’†๐’“
โ€œ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘’?โ€

Why am I like this? Why me? I've never understood why we have to love..in the end it just hurts us. I'm the one who loved my mother most and then found her dead. Its not fair. Nor is it fair that she had to be stuck with such a idiot for a husband. Max never deserved her. He was the one who should have been by her side when she died. Not me. I was only twelve...and Ash was fifteen. We shouldn't have ever had to live in a cramped living room as a bedroom while our father got drunk and came home at midnight. We should've not had to starve because while he ate at the bar, his own children were looking for food in the house. He wouldn't let us turn on the lights nor the tv because he was to broke to pay for half of the stuff he owned. We were just little kids..we deserved none of that. I remember when he hit me for talking about mother..or when I told him he had a promised my mother he would be there for her. Why would he lie and take vows if he never intended on doing any of that. "In sickness or health" He never once justified those words of apologized. He never even stayed in contact after me and Ash left. His own sons meant nothing to him. I wonder what mother ever saw in him..what was he like before he became the man he is today? And why did she have to deal with that..she didn't deserve it. That's exactly why love is a hopeless thing. You give everything to the love of your life and in return you get nothing. You would die for them but they wouldn't do the same. I really do wish she got true love from a man who actually loved her and was a honest man against his words..and I wish I could find true love too. Not someone who will leave me when they find someone better, prettier, easier to love...
[C][wip.]

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๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’”๐’Š๐’„ ๐‘ฐ๐’๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’Ž๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’
โ€œ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘’?โ€

๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž + meaning โ€”

"Milo Rose"
Milo, coming from German Origin the name means soft-hearted and merciful. It may also be thought to be of Latin origin meaning โ€œsoldier.โ€ It is derived from the word miles, therefore, meaning solider in Latin. There is also a chance that it could derive from the Slavic root milu (merciful). Rose a Latin rosa, meaning โ€œrose, a flowerโ€ is more feminine. It is Germanic or Latin.

๐ง๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ โ€”

Mill is one of the two nicknames Milo was given. He received this nickname from his older brother to tease him. However, Milo doesn't truly mind and doesnโ€™t believe it is all that bad. Lo is another name that came from his mother. The male loves this name but only lets his mother call him it. Now that she is no longer with him it causes a bit of anger and trama when someone calls him it.

๐š๐ ๐ž + ๐›๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐š๐ฒ โ€”

The male was born on July 22nd at 2 am, in France. Making him a Cancer. Cancers in the sun are described are self-protecting, sensitive, loving, nurturing, security-seeking and offering. Some negative traits that sun Cancers have are being extremely sentimental, secretive, complicated, possessive, and holding hard grudges.
Milos's birth was planned and both his mother and father were in the room when he was born. He was born in a nearby hospital and was born earlier than expected. His mother's due date was August 8th however he came a lot sooner than that. The male is now turning 19 and acts his age both mentally and physically.

๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ โ€”

Milo was born a male going by he/him pronouns. He hasnโ€™t changed his gender since but has questioned his pronouns however he decided he/him fit him best. Nevertheless, femininity doesn't bother him at all. He wears things such as bows and paints his nails. He doesn't understand society's standards and does not follow them either.

๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ + ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง โ€”

Milo is gay[mlm] and is attracted to men. He discovered this at a pretty young age, probably around nine. He told his mother right away and she accepted him greatly. He doesnโ€™t hide it nor is he ashamed of it. The only person he hasnโ€™t told in his family is his father. He was never sure how his father would react so he kept silent. Yet he knows that even if he did try to hid it his femininity hints at it as well.

๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ + ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ง๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ โ€”

The male is French, he has lived in France all his life and learned English as soon as his mother could teach him. She thought it was important that he learned basic English just in case he needed it, besides it would help him in school. He has a very visible accent as well and his race is white.
Learning English for Milo was a bit rough but after a month he got it down. Mother, father, and brother speak fluent English while knowing French as their main language.

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๐‘จ๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’†
โ€œ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐ผ ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘ ?โ€

โ.๐‡๐ž๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ :: 5โ€™3
โ.๐–๐ž๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ :: ๐ด๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘’
โ.๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐’๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ž :: ๐‘†๐‘™๐‘–๐‘š
โ.๐€๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ::

๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง โ€”

Milo's skin is smooth and more on the pale side. He has no acne, wounds, markings, or freckles on his face. He makes it a night and day routine to take care of his skin and face. Besides not having any markings he has an old wound scar on his hand and back. His scar on his back is mostly hidden by his clothes but the mark on his hand is fairly visible.

๐ก๐š๐ข๐ซ โ€”

His hair is white and messy. He keeps his hair well cleaned making it soft but the waviness of it gives it the messy look. He normally keeps it in a ponytail from how long it is but most of the ones he uses break because of how much hair he has. Milo has longer side bangs and two long ends in the front, with a piece sticking out on the top. Normally he doesn't do too much with his hair but if he wants it fancy he braids it or does half of his bangs up in a french braid. He likes to keep his hair in ribbons or bows because it seems to work a lot better for him than elastics or rubber bands.

๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ โ€”

Milo has yellowish-white eyes which grow more gold in the sun. He doesn't wear contacts but does put a bit of light pink eyeshadow on his eyelids. He has soft color eyelashes and pupils. He wasn't born with rare conditions like heterochromia or changing eye colors, his eyes were just as soft at birth to now,

๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  โ€”


โ.๐ถ๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก :: blacks and ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘ 
โ.๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘ฆ๐‘™๐‘’ :: Fancy and seductive
โ.๐‘‡๐‘ฆ๐‘๐‘’๐‘  :: T-Shirts, Velvet Pants, & sweater
โ.๐น๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘๐‘ฆ :: black corset, black ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž-โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘ , ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘’



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๐‘ท๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’๐’๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’š ๐‘ป๐’“๐’‚๐’Š๐’•๐’”
โ€œ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’??โ€

T๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ โ€”

โ.๐‘†๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™
โ.๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘ข๐‘๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›
โ.๐ฟ๐‘œ๐‘ฆ๐‘Ž๐‘™
โ.๐‘„๐‘ข๐‘–๐‘’๐‘ก
โ.๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก๐‘“๐‘ข๐‘™
โ.๐‘†๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’
โ.๐‘‡๐‘–๐‘š๐‘–๐‘‘


๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ฌ + ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ฌ โ€”

๐‘ณ.
โ.๐‘†๐‘™๐‘’๐‘’๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”
โ.๐‘‡๐‘’๐‘Ž
โ.๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘“๐‘ก-๐‘†๐‘๐‘œ๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘œ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’
โ.๐ต๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ 
โ.๐‘Š๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘กโ„Ž
โ.๐ถโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘†๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘
๐‘ซ.
โ.๐ฟ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘ 
โ.๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘š๐‘ 
โ.๐น๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ 
โ.๐ป๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘’๐‘›
โ.๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘‘



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๐‘น๐’†๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’‘
โ€œ๐ผ ๐‘š๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ขโ€

๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ โ€”
โ.๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž :: ๐‘‰๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก
โ.๐’๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ :: ๐ท๐‘’๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘
โ.๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ :: ๐บ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘‘
โ.๐€๐ ๐ž :: ?
โ.๐‰๐จ๐› :: ๐ฟ๐‘Ž๐‘ค๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ



๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ โ€”
โ.๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž :: ๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘ฅ
โ.๐’๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ :: ๐ด๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’
โ.๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ :: ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’
โ.๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ :: ๐ต๐‘Ž๐‘‘
โ.๐€๐ ๐ž ::
โ.๐‰๐จ๐› :: ๐‘ˆ๐‘›๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘›



๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ โ€”
โ.๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž :: ๐ด๐‘ โ„Ž
โ.๐’๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ :: ๐ด๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’
โ.๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ :: ๐‘Œ๐‘’๐‘ 
โ.๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ :: ๐บ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘‘
โ.๐€๐ ๐ž :: ๐‘‡๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘œ
โ.๐‰๐จ๐› :: ๐‘ƒโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ



๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ โ€”
โ.๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž :: ๐ผ๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘
โ.๐’๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ :: ๐ด๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’
โ.๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ญ :: ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’
โ.๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ :: ???
โ.๐€๐ ๐ž :: ๐‘‡๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’
โ.๐‰๐จ๐› :: ๐‘ˆ๐‘›๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘›


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๐‘ฉ๐’‚๐’„๐’Œ๐’”๐’•๐’๐’“๐’š
โ€œ๐‘†โ„Ž๐‘’'๐‘  ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ง๐‘’๐‘‘โ€
โš ๏ธŽ๐’๐€ ๐Œ๐„๐๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐โš ๏ธŽ

โ.๐Œ๐ข๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ :: ๐‘‰๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก
โ.๐Œ๐ข๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ :: ๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘ฅ
โ.๐Œ๐ข๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ :: ๐ด๐‘ โ„Ž, ๐ผ๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘

Milo,
He was born on a cold windy night July 22nd at two AM. He was born in hopes of keeping the Rose family โ€œaliveโ€. The differentiated family currently consisted of a husband and wife and their two kids. The mother could be described as a sweet and caring soul who loved her family lots, Yet the same could not be said for the father, he was a cold bitter man who had a severe addiction to alcohol and gambling and despised his family for quite a while now.
As the family moved on, life became tougherโ€ฆbankruptcy, neglect, and abuse all followed in a pattern of what the three kids carried on through the rest of their lives. The mother had no say so in the punishments their father gave them and when he would hit them in any physical way she could do nothing but watch. Violet, who was the mother, was ill from birth. She had a weak immune system which meant that she couldnโ€™t work a job and had to stay home and take care of her kids, though this was hard considering she was bedridden most of the time. Later in life, Milo would describe her as a body that seemed to no longer have any light or excitement in them. No sunshine or voice to be heard. He would say she was quiet but still cared for him and her children either way. She would take the punches for them with no second thought and do anything for them until she drew her last breath. In fact in the end Milo would be the one witnessing her death.
On July eighteenth a horrible tragedy occurred, this would be the day Violet ran away with her kids and the day that Milo was scarred for the rest of his life. Milos's dad max had a brother. His brother was a manipulative man who looked upon his brother's life as sad and undeniably disappointing. Not because he hurt his family but because he had a family. Though either way on this occasion he was here to meet Milo for the first time. The whole time however Milo's two brothers refused to leave Milo's side alone with this man, they told Milo to imminently go to them if this man ever tried to hurt him or touch him. Milo was confused by this, even so, Milo was confused by everything. He still didnโ€™t understand the severity of the situation and thought that all this done by his father was normal and acceptable. As the visit concluded Max told Ash and Issac to go outside and leave Milo alone for a bit so he could get to know his uncle, the two refused but eventually listened not wanting to get beaten up for not obeying a simple task. Milos's uncle talked to milo and soon enough got his trust, he told him he wanted to show him a present he got for him. It was very obvious this was a trap but because Milo was only eight and because they didnโ€™t get presents a lot, he accepted. Turning into a huge mistakeโ€ฆMilo was then SA. Issac who was eighteen knew something was wrong and stormed in, he stopped it and yelled for his mom. That ended their relationship with both Milos's father and uncle. Violet, Ash, and Milo ran away. Leaving Issac to run away from all of them, after seeing what had happened to his brother and his father seeming to give no care in the world he was fed up. He said goodbye and though Ash and Milo begged him to stay he left and never returned, having no contact with them in the present day. Soon after Violet got a house and settled down with Ash and Milo. They were inseparable and spent every hour of the day with one another. Nonetheless, if not enough happened Violet got some terrible newsโ€ฆshe had cancer. It spread quickly and at twelve at night, when Milo was the only one home- she passed away. Leaving Ash and Milo all alone. After that, they lived with their father and eventually moved out when Ash was at legal age. As a result of all this both developed major depression and it took months of crying just to get over the fact that their mother was gone leaving Milo with severe PTSD

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๐‘บ๐’•๐’‚๐’•๐’” + ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’“ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’•
โ€œ๐‘€๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿโ€

๐ฅ๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฒ โ€”
9/10

๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ โ€”
9/10

๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ โ€”
8.5/10

๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ โ€”
8/10

๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ โ€”
7/10

๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž โ€”
6/10

๐ฃ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ โ€”
8/10

๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž โ€”
9/10

๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž โ€”
8/10

๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ โ€”
Introvert

๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž โ€”
[C]thoughtful

๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ณ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ โ€”
organized

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