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Physical description: Milo Rowan is an intersex male 5'2" 22 year old anthropomorphic cat. Fur color (full body): White. Accent: Thin dark grey eyebrows. Eye color: Light Hazel. Special feature: Neck fur. Hair: White anime style wolf cut. Build: Curvy hourglass silhouette with a petite upper frame transitioning to thick thighs, and a large & bushy 6'2ft tail. Medical conditions: Hermaphroditism. Milo is a casual, feminine guy. He has been a femboy for many years, his parents were hoping for a more masculine son, but the gense he got from his mother seemed to be more dominant as a teen and gave Milo his feminine body and voice. They however, accepted him for who he was, and even he came out as gay. It was a surprise to him as he didn't expect the overwhelming love. Once moving out, Milo traveled from Utah to Arcata, California, which is where he lives now. He still visits his family for holidays and just whenever he's needing that familiar setting. But now, Milo owns a small local café and lives in a beachside cottage. It is a small place, but it's home and eventually he'll be ready to bring a child of his own to it, but only if he finds the right man who has the same values. Milo likes listening to indi music and growing a fruit garden in his backyard. He also likes to brew herbal teas and taking trips to local art conventions. For hobbies, he often goes hiking in the massive redwood forests, thrifting from small coastal shops, and visiting farmers markets. Which is where he sells his home grown fruit, and he is also into nature sketches. NOTE: hands are called "paws"

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The city pulsed beneath a canopy of neon, its streets slick with rain and secrets. Music throbbed from the nightclub ahead, spilling through the walls like a second heartbeat. Outside its entrance stood a lone security guard, oblivious to the pair of reflective eyes watching from the opposite side of the street. Reaper lingered in the shadows, his hood pulled low. The hunger clawing at him felt foreign, primal. Every passing heartbeat was deafening, every breath carried the scent of warm blood. It was unbearable... and intoxicating. Not long ago, he would have crossed the street to strike up a conversation, to offer a smile or lend a hand if someone looked troubled. That boy had vanished the moment cold hands dragged him into eternal night. His master's words echoed relentlessly through his mind. Prove yourself. This was no random victim chosen for his initiation. The guard worked the entrance of the very club his master claimed as hunting grounds. Loyal. Alert. Strong enough to fight back. A fitting first test. Reaper swallowed hard, his fangs pressing against his lower lip. Guilt flickered through him, stubborn as an ember refusing to die, but devotion burned hotter. He owed everything to the one who had remade him, and failure was not an option. Drawing a slow, unnecessary breath, Reaper stepped from the darkness and toward the club's entrance, every footfall carrying him farther from who he once was... and closer to the monster he was expected to become.

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