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CAIN, MILO JACKSON. ↝ 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧, 𝖬𝖸 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖣 𝖦𝖮𝖳 𝖫𝖤𝖥𝖳 𝖮𝖴𝖳 𝖨𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖮𝖫𝖣.

𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: [...] ꗃ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌.

named. ─── milo jackson cain. nicknamed. ─── his name sounds like a nickname all on its own, so he’s never earnt one. aged. ─── twenty3. date of birth. ─── june the eleventh, 2001. 6.47 pm. place of birth. ─── sydney, new south wales, australia. occupation. ─── cashier @ driftwood records, + planetarium projectionist @ tanya b. heady museum of natural history + planetarium. nationality. ─── australian. gender + pronouns. ─── cis man, he/him. orientations. ─── bisexual, biromantic. zodiac. ─── gemini sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising.

mother. ─── alicia danielle cain, née davidson. father. ─── robert paul cain. siblings. ─── jacinta jasmine cain, older sister. marital status. ─── single. children. ─── none, thank god. pets. ─── a three - year - old blue heller, called patsy. his sister currently looks after pat, given the whole ‘impulse move to the middle of nowhere’ thing he pulled off. notable extended family. ─── lots of aunts, uncles + cousins on both sides of his family, which leads to rambunctious family get - togethers.

visually. ─── stands at six foot tall, all lithe + lean. very much a sleeper build ; unobtrusively muscular, almost non - threatening until you look a little too hard. freckles + moles are a constellation across his entire body. prominent adam’s apple, which seems to grow whenever he nervous swallows. a head full of jet - black curls that have a tendency to fall into his eyes. speaking of: big, brown, baby calf eyes. forever crinkled at the corners as a result of a mischievous, toothy grin that lights up his whole face. truly unfairly long, beautiful lashes. littered in patchwork tattoos all over, no rhyme or reason to any of them. dimples punched into both corners of his mouth, frustratingly charming. one piercing in his ear, + a simple silver chain hangs around his neck, a la connell waldron. in terms of clothing, he’s very, very casual — almost averse to formal clothing. reckons he’d have a reaction if he had to wear a suit. certainly hasn’t made friends with an iron in the past few years. favours oversized t - shirts, graphic button - ups that he’s allergic to doing up. ( everybody’s gotten very, very used to the first three buttons being undone, + a stretch of skin being exposed. good thing jack isn’t here, she’d whack him upside the head. ) favours jeans, dickies or uniqlo trousers. owns far too many pairs of vans, but that’s neither here nor there.

education. ─── graduated his local high school, obtained a bachelors’ degree in media from the university of new south wales. religion. ─── agnostic. knows he believes in something, but he doesn’t quite know what yet. socioeconomic standing. ─── thoroughly middle class. current residence. ─── a three - bedroom house shared with two roommates. ( give him his roommates !!! ) a genuinely decent place, albeit littered with their collective shit + an unholy amount of takeaway containers + ashtrays + instruments in places they shouldn’t be. his room is decked out in posters ( framed, he’s a grown - up, or so they tell him ) + fairy lights are strung up around the room. his sister bought him an oil diffuser before he left + he’s usually got that going, mostly because it lights up + casts a neon glow. vinyl player is forever going in the corner, + he has several crates’ full of records.

personality. ─── shit - stirrer extraordinnaire. there’s a halcyon joie de vivre that glows off of milo, infectious in the way he smiles + the echo of his laugh. it’s impossible to be down around him, not when he’s forever making a quip or an off - colour joke, syllables always lifted with the ghost of an amused little chuckle. it’s hard to get him to take anything seriously — eternal stoner philosophy of, ‘it’s all good, man, nothing to worry about’. not a single wukka to be had, even when he probably should have several wukkas. he’s delightfully easy to get along with, annoyingly talkative + determined to make friends with everyone he comes across. ( also: local whore. again, neither here nor there, but once a tremendous flirt, always a tremendous flirt. he claims he can’t help it, but he definitely can. ) he’s just … a remarkably chilled - out person, whose life goals appear to be coasting along + making shit up as he goes.

mbti. ─── esfp. enneagram. ─── type 7w6, the entertainer. element. ─── air. temperament. ─── sanguine. vice. ─── lust. virtue. ─── diligence. inspirations. ─── nathan young, misfits. jess mariano, gilmore girls. seth cohen, the oc. lip gallagher, shameless. richie tozier, it. james potter, harry potter series. anthems. ─── dial drunk, noah kahan. that sound, sam fender. fortune favours the bold, gerry cinnamon. trouble, cage the elephant. crush, ethel cain. glamorous indie rock + roll, the killers. likes. ─── natural bodies of water, preferably salt. loud live music, the kind where you can feel the kickdrum in your chest. getting stoned + wandering through museums, galleries alike. bonfires. all kinds of liquor ( not keen on american beer but he’ll still drink it ). skateboard stickers. dislikes. ─── supersized meals. being landlocked. the engine warning light on his car, which refuses to leave no matter how many times he gets the damn thing serviced. kale. the smell of cheap sunscreen. kombucha. last watched. ─── frasier, s1 ep 8: ‘beloved infidel’. last listened to. ─── the greatest view, silverchair. last read. ─── heavier than heaven, charles r. cross. last social media post. ─── an instagram story — a short video of a guitar riff he’s been playing around with. half - thirst trap, it’s posted from the comfort of his bed, + he’s very clearly shirtless behind his guitar. dickhead. favourite colour. ─── green. favourite food. ─── burnt butter + sage gnocchi, with a goddamned enormous rainfall of parmesan. favourite drink. ─── if he’s in the states, diet coke. if he’s back home, a crisp crown lager. favourite animal. ─── dog.

𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: [...] ꗃ 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.

again, cannot b fucked with something big so here we go pt 2 !!!!

born in redfern, sydney. grew up in the suburbs with his parents ( a tradesman + an english teacher ) + his older sister ( an insufferable know - it - all, but his best friend regardless ). there’s nothing remarkable to note about his childhood — he was a good kid, half - decent at school once he was diagnosed with adhd + medicated for it. very athletics - focused, despite a natural aptitude towards humanities - based subjects that he’ll come to fall in love with when he’s a little older. class clown but not in an obstructive way ; everyone’s best friend, blessed with an irresistible charm.

he’s a little shit as a teenager, + his sister spends entirely too much of her time trying to corral him into being normal — to no avail. weekends are spent with his friends, jumping the turnstiles on the train + flirting his way out of any fines, charming his way into discounts on drinks that he shouldn’t be buying, sneaking into concerts + calling jacinta to pick him up when he’s blackout drunk. ( quite frankly, it’s amazing that their relationship is as solid as it is ; he refers to her as his rock, the anchor that steadies him when he’s bobbing through waves, unbuoyed + unbothered by what crashes over him sheerly because he knows she’s there. she simply rolls her eyes + affects an annoyed tone when she refers to her kid brother, eternal dipshit. )

high school is no challenge for him, especially when he bothers to apply himself. ends up as school captain, captain of their afl team + the editor of the school paper. he shouldn’t be able to juggle it all as well as he does, but it just sort of … happens. at the same time, he’s fallen head over heels in love — childhood sweetheart, drifted away + turned adolescent devotion. when he passes his driving test, his first solo drive is in his mum’s holden commodore in the middle of the night, to go see his girlfriend. ( side note: loses his virginity that night. couldn’t wipe the golden glow off of his face, even when his mum was giving him the third degree about fucking off with the car. ) when they graduated, he was privately convinced he was going to marry her ; dreams of neat fences + the smell of freshly - mown grass, kids giggling in the pool + his arms around her shoulders, chin buried in the mess of her hair.

what happens: they make a decision. he’ll go to the university of new south wales for journalism, she’ll go to monash for medicine, they’ll see each other where they can. love professed in bedrooms + the backs of cars alike, kisses pressed to the sweaty tangle of her fingers through his. ( we can do this, right ? long distance ? couldn’t imagine anyone i’d rather do it with, babe. ) he browses jewellers for three years, sets his eyes on an eye - watering diamond + starts a little fund. casual jobs worked, childhood bedroom still inhabited so he doesn’t have to pay rent. facetime calls + trips to melbourne where he can, shamelessly charming her roommates so they go out on the town + leave them alone for the night. what happens: they’re twenty - two, + he notices a hickey on her neck. it’s faded, but it’s there. it opens up a world of observances that he’d had his blinders on to: an unfamiliar shirt draped over the back of a chair, the rushed goodbyes on phone calls, the distance that had grown, ivy + rust through telephone lines. “what’s that? on your neck? don’t lie to me, please.” he’s a little choked - up when he asks, + she has the dignity not to lie. “i’ve, um. fuck, milo, this is so hard. i love you, i always will. but i’ve m-” ( your call has been disconnected. )

diamond ring fund be damned. shattered pieces of his good, broken heart lie on the floor. gold - limned dreams are burst like bubbles, + in a moment of desperation, he throws a dart at a map. the first one misses, lodges itself in a polaroid of them together, his mouth pressed to hers. ( you said forever and i almost bought it / i miss fighting in your old apartment / breakin’ dishes when you’re disappointed / i still love you, i promise / nothing happened in the way i wanted / every corner of this house is haunted. ) the second one is more expertly aimed, lodges itself in some bumfuck town in rhode island. three hours later, he’s formed a plan.

kilmer’s cove is nothing like sydney, + he falls in love with it for exactly that reason. he’s worlds away from his broken heart + the life he thought he wanted — what he has now is a degree that he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with, an apartment with a collection of roommates that he thinks might be the best + worst people he’s ever met. jacinta keeps asking him when he’s getting over his tantrum + coming home. ( not anytime soon, jack. sorry. )

𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: [...] ꗃ 𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗌.

tba <333