Born into a moderately wealthy family, Milo had a fairly regular upbringing. He had many friends, and always enjoyed having a good time. He loved making a scene in school and being goofy whenever he had the chance.
He was fascinated with the stories of old, such as the creation of the masters, but was never really interested in math or sciences. Later in life, due to him not being the most intelligent human, he could rarely score a job which evolved more than hard labor, and he definitely wasn’t fit to fight in something like the War of the Two Emperors So, doing what he did best, he busked in the streets as a jester. Juggling, singing, dancing, doing magic tricks, he did it all. Eventually though, people got tired of his act, perhaps it was the mood in the air, perhaps his tricks had gone stale. All Milo knew was that he must travel in search of new tricks and new audiences, making a life for himself in an all but certain world.
Milo looks at the man with a large smile.
“Adventure? Wealth? No, no, not me. I’ve come in search of many things, really. New goofy tricks to perform, new people to show those tricks to. I hope to travel the world and make lots of coin peroforming...Wait..That is adventure and wealth...Oops!”
Milo starts laughing a bit, but quickly quiets down after the gentleman stares back one eyebrow up, slightly confused and bewildered
“Anyways, I should be going. Seeya!”
Milo continues walking through the marketplace.

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