No one really knows exactly where he came from. He kinda just... some say he was large enough to be an urguan dwarf, others swear him to be a deformed elf raised by humans.
What we do know, from “conversation”, is that Milon grew up in an out-of-town area with all the others. Getting into street-brawls, competing in one-on-ones, and just goofing off in general is what he’s good for. He was trained in melee combat at a young age from his parents and just kept going on with the heritage. He thought it would be “useful for duels”. Most of the time he prefers pacifistic approaches to battles, but when push comes to shove he’s the cream of the crop. Hopefully that doesn’t happen in his time living here.
One day, in one of Milon’s one-on-ones, he whiffed and got punished for his miss. Getting decked right in the face, he then needed to wear glasses to see properly, even keeping them on during fights. He still remembers it vividly, everyone crowding around the undefeated – well, defeated – champion.
In the years after he would be seen around all of Arcas. He studied in Sutica, visited the great library of Ruswick, fought in the klomp pits of Krugmar. Through all of his travels the glasses remained on top of his nose, as clear as the day he bought them with his mother.
