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Milo Thaddeus Walker
VITAL STATS
FULL NAME: Milo Walker
ALIAS: "Walker"
BIRTHDAY: July 22, 1966
AGE: 57
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
OCCUPATION: Cursebreaker
POWER: Nonverbal Magic, Occlumency
Magical Proficiency:
Scale
1: Mastery - What I consider the equivalent of a muggle doctorate, or someone with multiple years of experience in a field, though this is probably the broadest range in general. These are people who have somehow made a contribution to magic itself
2: Expert - A highly trained professional in a field.
3: Adept - Having the ability to score an outstanding on a N.E.W.T, the minimum level in my eyes to be a competent teacher in a subject.
4: Experienced - Having the ability to score an acceptable on a N.E.W.T
5: Trained - Having the ability to score an acceptable on O.W.Ls.
6: Novice - The average first through fourth year level of competency
7: Untrained - These are first years without any experience in magic or in a particular field.
Nonverbal Magic - Mastery - Having to cast silently was much more important than casting without a wand. There were times when even the smallest noise would mean instant death or even worse. Without question, there is generally a reason why curse breaking is a relatively 'short-lived' career. Milo has spent decades refining this craft into something of a forte; duelists beware.
Occlumency - Expert - A field of magic strictly enforced by the goblins for most of their perspective cursebreakers... At least not the ones intended to be, as one particularly vicious goblin liked to put it 'Dragon Fodder'. Gringotts has many enemies, and in general took whatever precautions necessary to ensure their secrets. Milo was certainly no exception to this rule; in fact his first two years were largely spent as a glorified errand boy until he could prove his competence to the satisfaction of his instructor... It didn't help that Diretooth was a damned perfectionist.
Transfiguration - Expert - Having achieved a O in his Transfiguration N.E.W.T, he continued his studies within the field to a degree. There are certainly practitioners who understand the fundamentals of this magic far beyond him, though Milo perhaps knows certain... Creative... applications.
Charms - Mastery - Though he had excelled during his time at Hogwarts, it wasn't particularly noteworthy. In truth, he hadn't truly discovered his aptitude for this branch of magic until he had began his research on soulless constructs that displayed some form of will. Aged Inferi, the Sorting Hat, Hogwarts castle itself, and various Chinese legends. There are likely several papers he could perhaps publish, however even by threat of a torturous death, a deal of that knowledge will die with him.
Dark Arts/DADA - Expert - This was never Milo's best work as a student. He wasn't fast, he wasn't particularly creative, but his career forced him to learn. Milo has seen and, in some cases, experienced some of the darkest and most 'creative' curses known; even unknown, in modern day, to wizarding society.
Ancient Runes - Mastery - A subject Milo saw through its completion during his time at Hogwarts. He certainly had a proclivity towards the subject, even creating unique animation runeworks during his time at the school. However, during his tenure as a curse-breaker he came across a bevy of different runes that had meanings far and wide. The Chinese runes were particularly complex, African exceedingly powerful, South American damn near ubiquitous.
Arithmancy - Expert - Many applications of Runes, spells, and other such manipulations required careful calculations. Skill born out of necessity, not talent, in this case.
Astronomy - Trained - A skill eventually developed. While Milo does not possess the gift in any stretch of the degree, he has been forced to understand the importance of certain magics that rely upon it.
Potions - Adept - A N.E.W.T level understanding of potions is borderline mandatory to understand some of the advancements and secrets of many ancient artifacts. Sadly, Milo never had much talent for the subtler aspects of the art, but with proper guidance an instruction, he is capable of brewing most. His primary usage and knowledge lies in medical applications, though he is a far cry from being considered a mediwizard.
PLAYBY: Mark Ruffalo
ALIAS: "Walker"
BIRTHDAY: July 22, 1966
AGE: 57
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood
OCCUPATION: Cursebreaker
POWER: Nonverbal Magic, Occlumency
Magical Proficiency:
Scale
1: Mastery - What I consider the equivalent of a muggle doctorate, or someone with multiple years of experience in a field, though this is probably the broadest range in general. These are people who have somehow made a contribution to magic itself
2: Expert - A highly trained professional in a field.
3: Adept - Having the ability to score an outstanding on a N.E.W.T, the minimum level in my eyes to be a competent teacher in a subject.
4: Experienced - Having the ability to score an acceptable on a N.E.W.T
5: Trained - Having the ability to score an acceptable on O.W.Ls.
6: Novice - The average first through fourth year level of competency
7: Untrained - These are first years without any experience in magic or in a particular field.
Nonverbal Magic - Mastery - Having to cast silently was much more important than casting without a wand. There were times when even the smallest noise would mean instant death or even worse. Without question, there is generally a reason why curse breaking is a relatively 'short-lived' career. Milo has spent decades refining this craft into something of a forte; duelists beware.
Occlumency - Expert - A field of magic strictly enforced by the goblins for most of their perspective cursebreakers... At least not the ones intended to be, as one particularly vicious goblin liked to put it 'Dragon Fodder'. Gringotts has many enemies, and in general took whatever precautions necessary to ensure their secrets. Milo was certainly no exception to this rule; in fact his first two years were largely spent as a glorified errand boy until he could prove his competence to the satisfaction of his instructor... It didn't help that Diretooth was a damned perfectionist.
Transfiguration - Expert - Having achieved a O in his Transfiguration N.E.W.T, he continued his studies within the field to a degree. There are certainly practitioners who understand the fundamentals of this magic far beyond him, though Milo perhaps knows certain... Creative... applications.
Charms - Mastery - Though he had excelled during his time at Hogwarts, it wasn't particularly noteworthy. In truth, he hadn't truly discovered his aptitude for this branch of magic until he had began his research on soulless constructs that displayed some form of will. Aged Inferi, the Sorting Hat, Hogwarts castle itself, and various Chinese legends. There are likely several papers he could perhaps publish, however even by threat of a torturous death, a deal of that knowledge will die with him.
Dark Arts/DADA - Expert - This was never Milo's best work as a student. He wasn't fast, he wasn't particularly creative, but his career forced him to learn. Milo has seen and, in some cases, experienced some of the darkest and most 'creative' curses known; even unknown, in modern day, to wizarding society.
Ancient Runes - Mastery - A subject Milo saw through its completion during his time at Hogwarts. He certainly had a proclivity towards the subject, even creating unique animation runeworks during his time at the school. However, during his tenure as a curse-breaker he came across a bevy of different runes that had meanings far and wide. The Chinese runes were particularly complex, African exceedingly powerful, South American damn near ubiquitous.
Arithmancy - Expert - Many applications of Runes, spells, and other such manipulations required careful calculations. Skill born out of necessity, not talent, in this case.
Astronomy - Trained - A skill eventually developed. While Milo does not possess the gift in any stretch of the degree, he has been forced to understand the importance of certain magics that rely upon it.
Potions - Adept - A N.E.W.T level understanding of potions is borderline mandatory to understand some of the advancements and secrets of many ancient artifacts. Sadly, Milo never had much talent for the subtler aspects of the art, but with proper guidance an instruction, he is capable of brewing most. His primary usage and knowledge lies in medical applications, though he is a far cry from being considered a mediwizard.
PLAYBY: Mark Ruffalo
THE CHARACTER
Appearance/Clothing:
Milo typically dresses plainly with a great deal of attention towards functionality. His colors are what would blend with the surroundings and the fit is generally designed to allow him the greatest use of his mobility. He favors the ideology of Mad-eye.
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!!"
While he has generally adhered to this concept during his tenure as a curse-breaker, it is a lesson he has still bitterly learned... Although he still rather liked sweaters.
Personality:
Milo is, in general, is a quiet and nervous sort. He would prefer to spend his time with his nose in a book by a warm fire than in the company of a boisterous group at the Three Broomsticks. To him, the pursuit of knowledge outweighs all other factors, a trait he has maintained since his time at Hogwarts. Ravenclaw, much?
For the longest of time, this was his primary driving goal. After Hogwarts, and perhaps even during, it was borderline obsessive. 'Uncover the secrets of magic', 'what secrets does the past hold', 'why the bloody hell is their a forbidden section' etc.
Despite this, he was... Is, a warm and caring individual. He looks out for those who mean something to him, and he is generally pleasant, if a bit awkward, in conversation. He is a leader, in so far as he is capable of providing competent instruction. His charms are limited, and even his ability to actually convince people of 'the proper course of action' frequently falls short. Most important, however?
He is a broken man.
His capability in magic can be considered 'great', but so what? What did it amount to? The only team that he gave a damn for? Gone. Buried. It's not worth it anymore to be open. His own job is testament to that fact, let alone the general danger of living within the wizarding world. He will forever be himself; the awkward, book-loving, knowledge seeker, but he won't open up. Not again.
History: His birth was nothing special: born to a British ministry worker of little repute and a muggle Australian woman, Milo spent his early years in anonymity. The family had decided to abscond to Australia given the instability of Wizarding Britain at the time. His youth was generally quiet, few neighbors of any kind, generally sedentary and over protective parents did not make for an exciting youth. This dramatically changed with his first bout of accidental magic. He was angry at his parents one day, and the key to his room did not unlock the door. A quietly muttered 'Alohamora' was the solution, but it raised myriad questions as of yet unanswered. They had insofar lived a Muggle life, with Milo's mother being none the wiser to magic and its capabilities... The relationship did not survive.
Milo was, more or less, too young to understand. It was only decades into the future in which he managed to undo the 'Obliviate' he had been placed under. Still, the broken family of two had moved to the burgeoning Wizarding community within Australia. There was little in the shape of restrictions in the country at the time, and so young Milo began learning the life of a wizard early, albeit without a wand. His magic was relatively strong, and without friends, learning was his escape. He took to it with voracious intent, spending the vast majority of his time with his imagination and thoughts swept by various books and theorems. This continued for years with his father's worry continually increasing until... Well, much to both of their surprise, a Hogwarts letter had arrived. At first Milo's father was heavily against the idea. The war was currently in its zenith: people, both magical and non were dying to a frightening degree. Even old families were being driven extinct, no one was safe.. And yet? Somehow he knew it would be the best place for his son. Who knows what inevitably changed his mind to the decision; gut feeling? The need for his son to actually make a bloody friend? Magic itself? That answer will never be known. So it is with this, shortly after Milo's 11th birthday, he found himself on platform 9 and 3/4s, an event that would show the young boy just how magical the world truly was.
His years there were, again, relatively uneventful. The hat had not taken long to sort him into the clan of ravens. The child surely had bravery, even ambition, in great quantity, but his thirst for knowledge was overwhelming. There was certainly no better place than Rowena's children. And so, the next seven years came and went without particular exception. He would attend his classes, occasionally get punished for his perusal of the forbidden section, even nurture a teenage love though, as all things, his schooling had eventually come to an end. Milo had graduated with honors and he set his sights on life's next great adventure. His thirst for knowledge remained utterly unquenched, and he had learned over the years that Wizarding Britain was too small for his quest. There were two careers that explored ancient magics, and both came with their drawbacks. The Unspeakables were largely considered on the forefront of magical discovery, but they, in general, were shackled by the vaunted ministry and its 'guidelines'. The choice was obvious, the goblins cared naught for wizarding kind's varied restrictions and carte blanche labels. Magic was magic, after all; and its secrets were still ripe for plunder. Becoming a cursebreaker under Gringotts was an obvious choice, wasn't it?.. Oh how naïve he was.
17 years later
The resurgence of Voldemort and his ilk had not gone unnoticed by the magical community of the world however, in general? Most simply could not be bothered. Gringotts especially considered the affairs of wizards outside their notice. Operations had continued largely as normal and so, despite his worries, Milo found himself largely detached from the war. In fact, during the several year period, he was in South America, chasing far-flung rumors of an ancient branch of Asiatic magic, of all things. It would be years of toil, interrogation, and even less seemly methods until he would finally make a break through. He had found it. A tomb of a magical royal hidden within the Amazon, one that, as of yet, had remained undiscovered. It's secrecy was astounding in and of itself; how the ancient wizards and witches had managed to hide an entire patch of forest behind a variation of the Fidelius was astounding, in fact, by Milo's own estimation, it is likely that the forest itself is larger than muggle maps even knew. Still. He had cracked it. He had scrapped together numerous incomplete pieces until, during a seemingly random moment, the secret filled his mind.
August 14th, 2000
"Merlin be damned, I FOUND IT!" exclaimed a wizard to no one in particular - something had personally made sure of, anyway. A private hotel, paid extra to ensure his privacy and secrecy and further coated with his own silencing and security charms and he still couldn't help the creep of paranoia.
Years... Seven, long, godforsaken years, and Milo had finally cracked it. It was nearly 3 in the morning but he didn't care; this would be his greatest achievement! His bloody magnum opus! Twelve uses of dragon blood his arse! He smiled softly to himself, amused by his own antics and thoughts. He quickly began compiling a list of materials, locations, precautions and team members necessary for this undertaking.
Eventually completed, he could not help but to look on fondly at the names scrawled on the parchment, especially one in particular. These were a list of individuals he had personally worked with on numerous delves, many not even technically legal! These were people who he trusted beyond all others, people who he would sacrifice much for... Friends, if not perhaps more in one particular case. He cleared his throat, banishing certain thoughts as well as the rising traitorous heat tinging his cheeks. Cursory preparations done, it was time to set things in motion. His discovery would eventually be one marked for celebration, he was sure of it!
Years... Seven, long, godforsaken years, and Milo had finally cracked it. It was nearly 3 in the morning but he didn't care; this would be his greatest achievement! His bloody magnum opus! Twelve uses of dragon blood his arse! He smiled softly to himself, amused by his own antics and thoughts. He quickly began compiling a list of materials, locations, precautions and team members necessary for this undertaking.
Eventually completed, he could not help but to look on fondly at the names scrawled on the parchment, especially one in particular. These were a list of individuals he had personally worked with on numerous delves, many not even technically legal! These were people who he trusted beyond all others, people who he would sacrifice much for... Friends, if not perhaps more in one particular case. He cleared his throat, banishing certain thoughts as well as the rising traitorous heat tinging his cheeks. Cursory preparations done, it was time to set things in motion. His discovery would eventually be one marked for celebration, he was sure of it!
Five years later
A lone wizard nursing a drink and staying far away from any semblance of human interaction was not a rare sight for the Hog's Head Inn. A lone wizard who kept coming back? Bit of a different story. It'd been that way for the past three years for this poor bloke, eyes still empty and cheeks still deathly pale despite the firewhiskey's best efforts. Milo never really recovered from his last failure, frankly there wasn't a day in the past years that had gone by where he didn't curse his continued existence. Nothing really took the edge off like getting blind drunk, but it was nearing closing time and last call had been more than an hour ago. He blearily stood, nearly tripping over his bar stool in the process. Not paying attention to anyone else, and frankly being too drunk to give a damn, he slowly stumbled his way out of the bar and into the winter... He didn't make it very far. Perhaps a few buildings down at the most before he tripped and promptly fell face first into the snow. To make matters worse, he almost immediately fell asleep.
The next morning
"D'you think he's dead?"
"Dunno... Give you a sickle if you poke him."
"No way!... Two sickles."
Said 'corpse' groaned loudly. Damned kids, couldn't they just let him sleep to death in peace? Wait... Kids? With monumental effort he flipped himself over, a bit too quickly if his stomach's protest was any indication. The group surrounding him scattered, quickly realizing it was just some drunken sot... All except one. She had pale blonde hair cut short in a muggle style, her eyes filled with concern. She bore a striking resemblance to someone he had been trying desperately to forget.
"Are you okay?" A simple question.. Softly spoken in a voice eerily familiar. His façade broke and not knowing anything else to do the man apparated with an almost painfully loud crack.
He reappeared somewhere in the forest, not far, but enough. First it was a single tear and then the dam burst, the hollow man began to sob. He never did remember how long he stayed there, crumpled and curled in on himself. He had been such a fool... Such an utter and complete fool. They wouldn't have wanted this for him... She wouldn't have wanted... He had to continue his work. Maybe it was an unwillingness to let go completely, or the need to force his traitorous mind to think about something else, again, Milo would never know. But he did know one thing: he'd never work with a team again, never allow anyone in his line of work to get in close again... But those were problems for a different day, first there was only one thing to do. Step foot into Gringotts and pray the goblins wouldn't behead him on the spot for going awol like that.
...
...
He audibly gulped.
Said 'corpse' groaned loudly. Damned kids, couldn't they just let him sleep to death in peace? Wait... Kids? With monumental effort he flipped himself over, a bit too quickly if his stomach's protest was any indication. The group surrounding him scattered, quickly realizing it was just some drunken sot... All except one. She had pale blonde hair cut short in a muggle style, her eyes filled with concern. She bore a striking resemblance to someone he had been trying desperately to forget.
"Are you okay?" A simple question.. Softly spoken in a voice eerily familiar. His façade broke and not knowing anything else to do the man apparated with an almost painfully loud crack.
He reappeared somewhere in the forest, not far, but enough. First it was a single tear and then the dam burst, the hollow man began to sob. He never did remember how long he stayed there, crumpled and curled in on himself. He had been such a fool... Such an utter and complete fool. They wouldn't have wanted this for him... She wouldn't have wanted... He had to continue his work. Maybe it was an unwillingness to let go completely, or the need to force his traitorous mind to think about something else, again, Milo would never know. But he did know one thing: he'd never work with a team again, never allow anyone in his line of work to get in close again... But those were problems for a different day, first there was only one thing to do. Step foot into Gringotts and pray the goblins wouldn't behead him on the spot for going awol like that.
...
...
He audibly gulped.
OUT OF CHARACTER
My Name is Hadoland and I play 1 characters and I live in EST
