Name: Milo Durand
School: Beauxbatons
Year: 7th
Birthday: March 15th 2006

Appearance: (Face claim is Froy Gutierrez) Naturally, Milo has dark brown hair, however, he goes through spells of bleaching it to be a lighter brown and then growing it out dark again. However he keeps his hairstyle relatively similar as he finds it annoying to style, so he mostly blow-dries it so it's a little fluffy, but not do too much with it. He has light blue eyes, sometimes mistaken as grey. He has somewhat tan skin, but it depends on the weather as he tans very easily, rarely getting sunburn in the heat. He has a lot of freckles on his nose and a few dotted elsewhere but not as prominently. He does have glasses but only for reading. He stands at roughly 5'8 at the moment.

Personality:He is seen as quite attractive, and he certainly uses that to his advantage, often flirting with people who seem to like the look of him, and that was not exclusive to any gender. He is generally kind, and wouldn't wish to get into disputes with anybody, but, a big but there, he is very protective. If people have a problem with him, it's no big deal, however, he has been known to get into fights over his younger sister and to defend the pride of his family. He was very proud of his family and would send death glares to anybody who looks at his sister in any sort of way, even though she is a few years younger. He believes people like himself are the devil when in contact with Clara, trying to protect her from having her heartbroken, despite him having broken at least a couple of hearts himself.

History:

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Milo Durand lives in a small house on the outskirts of Toulouse with his family, his younger sister Clara, and their mothers, Camille and Valerie. Their biological father/sperm donor Lucien lived a bit further into the city, but still helped raise them when necessary, such as teaching Milo to shave when he was 14.

Their house was relatively small, but not in a cramped way, just a cosy little house that the four of them lived in, Milo and Clara having their own bedrooms that they had free reign to decorate as they wished, and a large garden out the back where Clara painted and Camille looked after their beautiful plants, blooming with flowers and homegrown vegetables to be made into their dinner.

Anybody who knew this family knew these two mothers love their children more than anything, it was an extremely loving family, no judgement happened in this household, when Milo came out to his mothers and sister as pansexual, he felt completely safe to do so, knowing they would accept him, and they did. No matter whether he has a girlfriend, boyfriend, or any sort of partner, their family treated them as one of their own.

They had a somewhat busy house, despite having just the four of them, because Camille tutored local wizarding children in their back garden, ready to attend beauxbatons when they were old enough, Milo and Clara were included in this when they were children, and Milo would occasionally help out with the younger ones. They were taught a variety of things, from theoretical aspects of magic, since of course, they can't cast any, to more unrelated things like reading. Camille took great pride in teaching the future generation of witches and wizards. Because of this, their garden was charmed, so Muggles couldn't hear or see what was going on in there, for the sake of stopping nosy neighbours peeking over the fence.

Valerie and Lucien own a small clothes shop in the city, selling a variety of muggle and magical clothing items. They always thought that Clara took after them some more, while Milo was more like Camille, in that Clara enjoys doing art and other crafty things, and Milo prefers more people-oriented projects, having tutored a few younger students when they needed his help, and teaching was his dream.

While they are purebloods, they were never raised or taught in the way that purebloods are better than another blood status', they just happened to have a long line of magical couples in their family, a lot of them would've met in Beauxbatons. They don't participate in the poshness and high-class activities of other pureblood families. Yes, Milo was taught to have good manners and be very charming, this was more for the sake of his own personality rather than their image. They had a lot of pride in their family, but not because of their blood status.

Milo's magic first showed up when he was being tutored by his mother when he was young, she was showing him and the other kids a few fun spells to keep them entertained, as one does with young children. After showing him a spell similar to the bubble charm, he couldn't remember the exact spell it was, Milo at the age of 5 or so, raised his arms up into the air, and a peculiar spell that looked somewhat like small fireworks came from his fingertips. This immediately panicked his mother and the other children, but when Valerie got home, they had a small party to celebrate his first show of magic.

1: Fearless

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Milo is very clear-headed, if you were to ask what his biggest fear was, he wouldn't be able to answer straight away, the biggest thing he could think of would be his sister ending up with somebody horrible, but that wasn't really a fear, it was more of a concern. There wasn't anything he was scared of. But of course, it isn't as simple as that. When he was very young, he was scared of everything, he was scared people were going to judge him for having lesbian mothers, he was scared of tiny things, like insects, even butterflies, and sure they still give him the heeby-jeebies, but he was no longer scared of them, after a long time of working on it. It was after his sister was born, and their maman told him he had to look after her, and 4-year-old Milo told his maman that he would do his very best, that this had to change. And over the next 6-7 years, it did change, slowly accustoming himself to all of the things he was scared of.

It took a lot of work, a lot of help from his parents and friends, and a lot of self-control. He learned other skills along the way, but it was something he knew down to his core, if he was scared of anything, he wouldn't be able to look after Clara, and if he wasn't able to look after Clara, well..what was the point in anything? He was her big brother, it was his responsibility. Or at least that's how he had twisted it in his head as a child.

He faced these fears he had, front on, no matter how much it absolutely terrified him, until eventually, he learned to be fearless. Bravery tended to be a natural-born characteristic, but to him, it was a learned ability. Maybe the bravery and fearlessness had been within him all along, and through his work, he just learned to harness it, but he preferred to think of it as all his work, as he was quite proud of it.

That was one thing he never fully understood about himself, why was he like this? why did he take this to such an extreme? Maybe it was just because he was an extremely family-oriented person, or maybe he was just too young to figure it out yet. Whatever it was, he was yet to know.

All he knew is that for now, he wasn't scared of anything, and was ready to face anything.

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2: Charmer

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Charming people was Milo's specialty, not only from his grace thanks to his enrolment in Beauxbatons, possibly the most graceful magical school in the world. He seemed to have an entire aura of grace as he walked, some people at his home hated him for this, but when he was in other countries, it tended to get even more attention than when he was at home.

Maybe it was stereotypical, oh hey look, a pretty french flirty boy, but it was his truth, he was a people pleaser. He was a serial romantic, having had a variety of girlfriends and boyfriends by this point, sometimes he wished he could have a long term relationship but that didn't seem to be in the cards for him. His voice was very smooth, like a hot knife going through butter, when he spoke English, it was surprisingly charming despite him not being able to speak it particularly well, his grammar was jumbled and he got words confused sometimes, but it was usually at least somewhat clear from context what he was trying to say.

While his family were purebloods and didn't care too much about the "hierarchy" of magical bloodlines, they still cared at least somewhat about appearances, he was taught to sit up straight, have good posture, try and make friends wherever possible with his charm, a combination of both natural beauty and taught personality traits. One of his mothers in particular, taught him that first impressions are the most important ones, so to always be charming and graceful, as people will then remember him that way. And that's what he wanted.

His heart was drawn to anybody, and it seemed as though a lot of peoples were drawn to him. Frequently having people crushing on him, looking at him in the corridors, although even people that didn't fancy him did that, he tended to attract attention. He was beautiful, graceful, did casual broom racing in his spare time against some of his older friends, just for the fun of it of course. Even though these matches were unofficial and just on the grounds of Beauxbatons, people would come to watch them, see him race around the Château. He found pride in being watched by the crowd, he loved it. He tended to have people watching him all of the time, it was peculiar. If you know that feeling of being watched, he felt that all of the time, to the point that sometimes he felt a bit paranoid of his surroundings, what if all those people watching in adoration were covering up somebody that wanted to hurt him?

Either way, he tended to have people admire him, whether romantically or just look up to him, and he liked that.

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3: Comprehend Languages: Veela

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Different languages and cultures have always interested Milo, spending a lot of his free time studying the subject with assistance from Camille. Knowing more information about different species is always an advantage, and learning a language is always an advantage, Camille always valued education greatly and that came out in Milo and Clara's childhood, his bookshelf in his room stuffed full of books about far off places and their cultures, muggle and magical.

One of the most interesting species to him are the veelas, he always wondered if he was actually some tiny fraction of veela, based on how people look at him, but looking back in his family lines that didn't seem to be the case, just a coincidence. But either way, he found veelas to be very interesting to research, from their different type of magic, to how genetics acts when bred with humans, but overall he absolutely adored their language. It was so lovely sounding, which made sense considering they are known for their beauty.

Learning languages was a passion of his, although rarely did he reach proficiency, French being his only completely fluent language, but being able to speak broken forms of a few different languages. He loved to see how words from some languages are adopted into other ones and how different writing systems worked, but he had an increased interest, and tried to get to a fluent level, or at least close enough that he would be able to understand the majority of conversations or texts in veela.

He knew a few part-veela students at Beauxbatons, being the popular guy that he was, and often he would try to practice by talking to them in veela, the ones that were able to speak it. He found it to be a very lovely language. One of his main friends in Beauxbatons, is a quarter veela, and learned the language from their veela grandma, so they spoke together in that language to practice when they could.

Knowledge has always been seen in their household as a virtue, studying history, culture, religions, and Milo wished to be a teacher when he graduates from Beauxbatons, he found learning to be very fun, giving him a sense of freedom from knowing more than he did before, expanding what he knows. The fact that full veela can only be female, their history in Europe and Russia, their music, their magic and abilities. Just some of the things that gave Milo such a love for studying them and their language and culture.

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4: Lovely Creature

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It was no understatement that Milo was generally, a very attractive person, having the gorgeous genetics of one of his mothers Valerie, and her best friend Lucien. Along with that, he takes good care of his appearance, finding it to be a great asset to him. He has found that people are more likely to listen to people they find attractive, so he tries his best to make that as likely as possible.

Milo absolutely adores the attention that comes from his beauty, his fluffy hair and tall stature, paired with his brilliant posture and smooth skin, he basically glows, standing out in a crowd from a mile away, both from people admiring him...and people seeing the group of people admiring him and wanting to know whats going on. Milos mother Valerie co-owns a boutique, and having being raised by her, his style of fashion was very high status, despite not being particularly posh himself. But he was confident and proud, and those traits already increase the positive reaction to him.

Wearing fashionable clothes designed by his mother or Lucien, often brought attention to him when he wasn't in his blue uniform, the fact on assisting his natural beauty, enhancing it even. Having a lot of beauty comes in extremely useful in a lot of situations, being able to even mildly manipulate the minds of those who adore you, getting what you want, only good things of course...

His beauty did certainly come in handy, his family didn't overly care about status but he did, just within his own circle or so, he liked being the leader of the pack, and being very attractive certainly helped, people listened to him, people cared about what he had to say.

As a child, his parents and family friends always praised him on his beauty and good looks, saying he was going to grow up to be a very handsome young man, often asking if they could do his hair or put him in fancy clothes for their entertainment, and that's how it has always been. Having to dress himself well to keep up appearances and look after his skin to avoid any pimples or rashes that he can. His skin was very clear generally so he didn't usually have to worry about it, but sometimes he would see a small spot under the skin and mildly panic at the idea of losing the typical stereotype of beauty. He is a bit shallow, but he is lovely.

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5: Broken Broomshaft

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Just a regular quidditch practice, they did them often, especially when Milo went around and annoyed everybody into practicing with him. He loved quidditch with every inch of him. Having been playing around on brooms - in protected areas of course - since he was a kid. His Maman loved to fuel his athletic side, which was great of course that she supported his passions but also probably caused him to be a bit more chaotic than if he had persued less.. violent sports.

Either way, he loved it, it was his dream to play for a big league once he graduated, or maybe become like a flying professor or something? It gave him such a rush flying around, adrenaline pumping, it was more fun than anything he had ever done in his entre life. Although sometimes, as a beater, he went a little overboard. Everything seemed fine for a while, the team and the extra strings all mixed up playing against each other.

Sometimes he does let himself go a bit too far. Bashing bludgers at people, he had never really hurt somebody, just knocked them off, somebodies ankle got sprained once because it hit their foot and it went a funky way, thankfully nothing broken. They just had to go to the hospital wing and get it sorted, no worries.

But this time, he did go too far. He hit the bludger with his bat, as always, sent it flying towards one of his friends that was on the "opposing" team in this scenario. And the bludger...hit his broom, not only that, but it snapped into two pieces, shards of wood going everywhere as his friend plummeted towards the ground, hopefully splinterless. Thankfully somebody else on their team caught him pretty quickly but there was two distinct thuds as the two sections of the broom hit the ground below them. That would be quite a hefty Reparo needed for that one.

In the match, they ended up winning! Although Milo was tasked with attempting to repair the broom afterwards to make sure it was actually fixed... since it was his fault that it was broken in the first place. He owed his friend a Bezant as well for the trouble, which he was fine with paying up. At least, Milo felt a weird buzz from the whole ordeal, the fact that he found out he had this ability. He could use this, during other quidditch matches maybe? Against other teams? That would be a lot of fun.

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6: Rebound

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Milo had now been playing quidditch for as long as he could remember through one form or another, whether it just be flying around the garden (of course with protective charms around it so nobody could see him). until today, where he just was a part of a winning team tied with mahoutokoro, ignoring the fact he almost got knocked off his broom at one point, he felt played a significant part in their securing the win. Whether or not he actually mattered as much as he thought he did was a different matter, but his ego would certainly tell him he basically caused the win.

That almost knock off his broom though taught him something, his reflexes needed to get better and fast.

He spun around the Beauxbatons quidditch pitch for a few laps, trying to get his speed up. Once he had done about 5 laps, one of his pals knocked a ball that was meant to simulate a bludger in his direction.

This friend of Milos was a good shot, the 'bludger' heading straight for where Milo would be if he continued on the round course he was taking. Milo could see it coming though, instinctively lifting up a bit higher to miss it. This ball wasn't made of iron like classic bludgers though, so if it did hit him, worst it would do was leave a nasty bruise. As it flew under him he saw it go through and hit the stands, but just being a regular ball, bounced off of them and landed on the ground.

A few more tries at this same thing, Milo would fly, sometimes in straight lines, sometimes a bit more erratic, trying his best to simulate what he would be doing in a fake match. Almost every time he managed to fly out of the way of the ball, except for a couple times... One time it hit his ankle, that certainly made him rethink this entire venture, that hurt quite a bit, he would be limping to dinner later on. Another time it hit the side of his arm as he had tried to duck under it.

As he was a beater, he had his bat on him, just for realism, he didn't expect to actually use it. This was until his friend pulled a sneaky move. He actually aimed it for just above where Milo was going to be, knowing he had a tendency to dodge upwards rather than other directions. It just slightly missed him, but he lifted his bat up a bit and knocked it back towards his friend. He hadn't even really thought about it, he just did it. He stopped dead in his tracks and watched the ball hit his friend flat in the chest, knocking him over. Even though this ball wasn't made of solid iron, it still was enough to wind him. "Désolé!"Sorry! He shouted down to his friend.

He joined him on the ground to have a chat, and they decided that actually he should probably practice that reflex a bit more, it could change a game around. So they continued their practice, and about 10% of the time when he dodged the ball, he was able to automatically launch it back at his friend.

Milo would have to practice this some with a real bludger, but he had the idea down and next time he was in a quidditch match, he certainly tested it out.

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