Milo is a slender halfling with messy, chestnut-colored hair and alert green eyes. He wears fitted, darkened leather armor that has been scuffed from many nights spent climbing stone walls. His hands are calloused but steady, and he often wears a hooded cloak to blend into the shadows of the city docks.

I am incredibly calm under pressure, rarely raising my voice or showing fear. I find that silence is often the best way to get people to fill the void with their secrets. I speak in a measured, quiet tone that makes people lean in to hear me.

Milo was born into the soot covered tenements of a massive port city, where his small stature was initially a liability. He quickly learned that while he couldn't compete with the dockworkers in strength, he could vanish into spaces they never even noticed. He spent his youth working as a runner for a local burglary ring, the Silken Noose, until he eventually graduated to full partner status. He specialized in internal security bypass, using his size to traverse ventilation shafts and tiny crawlspaces to open doors from the inside. His career took a sharp turn when a high stakes heist at a nobleman's estate went sideways. His partner panicked when a mechanical trap triggered, leaving Milo trapped behind a falling iron portcullis while the partner fled with the jewels. Milo spent several months in a miserable dungeon before a former contact managed to pull some strings and facilitate a bribe for his release. He has emerged from that cell with a deeper cynicism and a firm rule to never trust anyone who claims to have his back without proof. Now, Milo lives as a freelance operative. He takes jobs that require finesse and discretion, always keeping a bag packed and an eye on the nearest exit. He harbors a quiet resentment for the partner who abandoned him, though he keeps that anger tucked away until he can find a way to settle the score without getting caught himself.