Post by • Aerys • on Feb 1, 2010 22:45:53 GMT -5
M I L O . V I T T O R E
M E C H A N I C . P I L O T
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Age: 27
Secret Word: --
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Closet bisexual
Race: Human
Occupation: Mechanic/Pilot
Human Physical Description: Broad of shoulder and slender of hip, Milo possesses the typical build of someone who spends a majority of his time underneath the hood of a car. He is not particularly tall, standing only around five feet ten inches, and he weighs roughly one hundred and eighty five pounds. His hair is a rich chocolate brown, tousled and of medium length, often falling about his ears in a perfect mess, and his eyes are an equally jeweled umber in coloration.
Clean shaven is generally not a priority of Milo’s, thus, he often goes a few days with a coat of stubble covering his jaw. Such an attitude transcends the boy’s dressing habits; given the nature of his work, he does not put much thought into what he wears, considering more often than not he will return from the hangar sufficiently soiled from working on the various vehicles brought to Pandora. He prefers worn in shirts, jeans and sneakers, though the standard work suit given to them bearing the mark of the investor is a staple of his wardrobe as well.
Milo’s features have earned him the title of handsome by some, though it is a balanced mixture between a strong slope of his jaw and the delicate curve of his lip that helps him steer away from the further “ruggedly” denotation. His skin seems to always possess a faint tanned, olive tint, devoid of blemishes save for a few tattoos he picked up during his younger years on Earth and some scars garnered from close calls in the garage. Like most mechanics his hands are well worn and calloused, residual oil a lingering side effect that he’s long since given up on trying to remove.
Personality:
Standoff-ish. Arrogant. Cynical.
Milo is a fiercely independent person. He prefers to be alone than to mingle with others, especially the scientists he’s been charged with carting around the dangerous moon of Polyphemus. He is passionate about his work, despite the stigma attached to such a title as mechanic, and very skilled at what he does, but his past has made him something of a darker person than he once was. His childhood fostered this intense desire to be alone and his mistrust of people. Thus, a cynic was born.
Even during meal times and the escort missions themselves, Milo stays quiet, but never passive. It is of no concern to him what the scientists are trying to do; after all, his paycheck isn’t dealt by Malandra, nor the investors themselves, but the RDA. Such a notion is strictly confidential, of course, since the organization isn’t supposed to even have as much as a finger in this operation. The details rest with him and the man he is in contact with back in the states, and to him that is all that matters.
When approached Milo tends to be short and concise, if a little cold. Being told what to do doesn’t bode well with the mechanic, especially when it falls on his turf. Why else would he be on Pandora, one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy? He is a specialist when it comes to the inner workings of the machinery used, especially the helicopters, and possesses the unyielding mind set of “You’re going to be wrong, so why are you even bothering to argue with me?”
Talents:
Pilot: Though he was never given any military training, Milo thinks he's a damn good pilot. His specialty is the Aerospatiale SA-2 Samson, a favorite used in the former Pandoran expedition, but long since overhauled to be less of an offensive craft and more of a transportation vehicle. Regardless, he's had extensive training with these sorts of ships and proved to be one of the most adept with the upgraded Samson during the intensive preparation prior to the exodus to the moon.
Mechanical Engineer: Though he is utterly useless when it comes to the more computerized and technical part of vehicles, Milo has an almost intrinsic sense of understanding when it comes to the inner workings of his ships. If it involves anything under the hood, the boy can tear it apart, build it up and make it better than it was before, though given the sheer quantity of money it requires to construct a craft from scratch, he has yet to build his own ship. He's made "special" and not so very legal modifications to his own bird, but that's just his own little secret.
History: Given his present demeanor, one would assume that Milo Vittore led a rough and tumble life as a child. In all actuality, however, he grew up in a fairly well to do suburb just outside of Seattle, with a doting mother who believed the well-being of her child was more important than success in the workplace, and a father who was born to make six figures. He was sent off to a private conservatory when he was old enough, schooled by some of the finest the states had to offer, and appeared to be well on his way to success.
With time Milo, like all children, began to develop his own perception of life and its many facets, simultaneously growing apart from the beliefs of his parents. While his peers spoke of their desire to pursue their fathers' or mothers' footsteps, Milo found himself growing increasingly unhappy with where he was. Assimilation had been a difficult thing for him to cope with, and to him he felt as he had never quite fit in with the other boys. Such thinking did not terminate with studies, though; when his friends began the routine discussion of the girls in their classes, Milo could not feel any attraction towards the opposite sex. None of this was expressed verbally, of course, given that anything but heterosexuality was an unearthly sin, and after all, he hadn't any say in his occupancy at the academy. He kept to himself for the duration of his adolescent years, harboring and internalizing his insecurities.
College proved to be a boon for the boy. He attended New York University in Manhattan, if only to gain a little distance from his parents' overambitious attitude. His father had been hoping for a focus in International Studies, his mother one in English, but Milo loathed those classes. He fished around for something of interest until he stumbled across a more fundamental engineering course, and it was then, in his second year of college, that he discovered his love for mechanical work.
As a part time career he took up doing odd jobs at a local shop, if only to earn a little extra cash for the booze he relied on to get him through the rest of his schooling. It was only in the mechanical engineering classes that he excelled, despite his parents' admonitions, and the boy graduated two years later with a degree in the field and several firms eager to get their hands on him. Unknown to him, the one he would end up choosing had loose ties to the Pandoran project, and, consequently, the RDA.
He was first approached by the latter a year after he had started working at a shuttle craft base outside of Philadelphia. Rumors of another project concerning Pandora had been cropping up since he had been attending the university, but Milo had no interest in foreign planets or affairs...not until a representative of the RDA contacted him. The meetings were succinct and direct, and ultimately undeniable. The man offered him immense sums of money to fly with the crew and do some scouting for the Administration, to report back with details of the mission that only insiders were privy to. While he was by no means in debt, five hundred grand for some simple reconnaissance wasn't something Milo could pass up.
As it turned out, the team was in desperate need of a security and militaristic entourage to accompany the scientists to the planet, and Milo's reputation was all but a first class ticket into the organization. He underwent the training necessary, including a hostile flight and military program, and joined the others for the six year flight into the unknown with only one thought in mind.
