#x; pluto

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Nicknames: Pluto, Milo, Min, Kyungie, Kyungminnie. Age: 20 Birthday: June 30th, 2004 Pronouns: He / His Magic Status: Mundus - Cursed

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Milo’s Dog Form: Pluto

Breed: Bloodhound (mix - mostly Bloodhound)  Age: 2 years Physical Coat Attributes: Single White Paw-Sock, White tail tip and white crested chest/underbelly with a small white diamond above his muzzle. Dark brown ears (single color) and a dark brown back spot. The rest of his coat is a reddish/Tan color. Features: His eyes are a soft chocolate brown (the exact same color as Milo’s). He’s got a very deep bark/howl. Tattoo in inner ear: “Pluto 1797″ (No significance, just a shelter’s # for him) Paws: LARGE paws with pink/black toe-beans.  Height: He stands about two and a half feet to his shoulders, 3 to the top of his head.  Weight: Pluto weighs in at about 100lbs. He will knock you the fuck out  Likes: He loves Pip & Amy, of course (and most people. He’s excited to meet you!), walks, napping, loves food, loves being outside. Snow. Exploring. Swimming.  Hates: Thunderstorms, rain, fireworks, vets, mailmen, squirrels, cats, dogs that don’t like him, hot pavement, humidity. People who Pip/Amy don’t like.  Favorite toy: his squeaky stuffed ducky! (Note: Milo (you know, the human) also considers this his comfort item) 

(first one to tell me the exact scene from a specific movie I used as the obvious reference to this gets a cookie)

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Self Discovery || One Shot 🐾

Timestamp: July 31, 2022 Summary: In which Pluto Milo is left home alone after his curse breaks, leaving him with time for... reflection.  Warnings: Anxiety, Panic Attack. 

Most people did not think about the intricacies involved when it came to being cursed. More specifically, cursed to be a dog. 

In fact, most people did not think about that even ... remotely a bit. Pluto never actually thought too hard about it, despite being the key audience for such a thing. However... with his recent return to human form, he found himself thinking about it almost every waking second. About the ‘what if’s’ about the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’ and everything else. Mostly big picture things - but... in times like this, the small detailed questions started to come out too. 

One, for example, was... What did a human-turned-dog-turned-back-human do....inside their ‘owner’s’ house while they were gone...? 

Well, Pluto was trying to figure out the very answer to that question now. But being inside the house was a... weird experience. Especially when no one else was home. Before it had been fine. Peaceful. Nice - in the world of a dog, anyways. The relaxing white noise, the hours of uninterrupted self-reflection time... Sometimes it was lonely. Sometimes he felt himself get up and go find Booboo, nudging the little white dog to play with him or keep him company but.. Sometimes he felt like Booboo knew he was different too. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t communicate with him the way the other dogs could. 

It wasn’t like he’d missed the looks that Tucker and Booboo had passed between themselves before looking at him - like expecting a response that he couldn’t give. The way their heads tilted lightly before they went back to playing. Maybe they just thought he was shy. Maybe they thought he was weird. But they were still nice to him. Booboo still played with him whenever he asked. And when he didn’t wish to play, Pluto simply took the route of sleeping by the door instead, waiting patiently for Amy to come home or for Pip to come barreling through the door singing for their warm welcome. 

Now Milo didn’t know what to do. 

Now he felt... out of place. Like he did not belong. Despite Amy’s best efforts and kindness, Milo knew Pip did not feel comfortable, nor was he happy. That much had been made clear since the second his curse broke - or... paused. Whatever had happened. Which was understandable. Milo could not fault the other man! It was completely reasonable to be angry and uncomfortable with the fact that Milo had been invited into this home and wasn’t really a dog! It was... probably very vulnerable. Betraying. How many things had Pluto witnessed in his time here? From... crying over breaking a boy’s heart, to pain over a dream crumbling before him. His mother missing graduation... Interventions from well-meaning friends... Gossiping on his computer. He’d seen it all. He’d been right there, curled up by his side for a lot of it. A fly on the wall. Someone Pip spoke his troubles to - never expecting answers or judgment. Just comfort in return. 

To now find out that all of those secrets spilled actually rested in a real person’s mind?... 

He felt the discomfort all of that had caused by the hits he’d taken from the man’s pillow. 

Though - don’t get him wrong. He was also still incredibly grateful. They could have thrown him right out on the street the second they had the chance, but Amy offered for him to stay in their home despite everything. Despite Pip’s obvious hesitance, which, had waned a fair bit compared to the original distrust but.. again, Milo was sure that this was neither easy nor comfortable for Pip. 

And truly he wasn’t really sure it was for him either. 

What was he even supposed to do with himself, after all? It wasn’t like he couldn’t just curl up by the door. Snooze against the couch or idly people watch from their front window - well, actually he supposed he could do that, but that would be quite weird for a person to do, wouldn’t it?...

Even Booboo seemed to have his doubts now, watching him from afar and running off back to Pip’s room anytime Milo tried to engage (though thankfully the doubts did not extend to any further attacks on his person at the very least). So... with nothing really in mind, instead Milo eventually just found himself pacing the household, counting his steps and keeping a careful balance between looking around and trying not to snoop. 

It became a mindless activity, just circling over the layout of the layout over and over, seeing if he could find something new to observe every time he did it. A new picture. A new crack in the foundation. A new spider in the corner to watch. Anything. It hadn’t occurred to him that he could do.... literally anything. Pick up a book? Watch the TV on his own. Anything like that felt a little too intrusive. It wasn’t his house. Weren’t his belongings... It was best to displace as little as possible if he wanted to keep a roof over his head for a little longer, right?

It was on round eleven or twelve that Milo had finally wandered a little further than his usual loop - stepping into Amy’s bedroom out of habit this time. Though he only made it a few mere feet before he felt his heart nearly stop in his chest as he spotted a figure suddenly appear in his peripherals. 

Daring to glance to his side, Milo immediately felt his heart clench a second time as his brows immediately furrowed. The gasp caught in his throat as he stared, afraid to move as his gaze wandered over the figure’s body - slowly inching up until it landed on their features - finding them staring right back at him too. 

But... it wasn’t a stranger. No - ... The figure across him was no stranger at all. 

“...A-..Appa?” He managed after a few strained moments of silence - not even realizing how his father’s mouth moved in time with his own. He was alive? He was... here? All of these thoughts raced through his head as the lump grew in his throat. His mother had told him he’d died! That he’d been killed. Yet here he stood in front of him! So far from home. Jihun had come all this way for him. For his son. 

He’d never given up on him. 

Milo moved quickly then, stepping towards his father as his father mirrored his actions. An emotional smile broke across his features, eyes stinging with unshed tears and he reached out - not even afraid of what his curse might do.

It didn’t matter - his father was alive. He wasn’t alone anymore. 

It was only when his hand banged painfully against the glass, re-irritating already sore knuckles, that realization finally sank in. 

‘Gyungmin... you look so much like your father.’

He could almost feel his mother’s hands on his cheeks now - the warm smile gracing her lips before her fingers slipped through his hair and the feeling left as quickly as it came, leaving him with that cold pit in his heart. 

The figure that stared back at him became a bit more clear then as he pressed his fingers gently against the glass, the details he’d failed to notice the first time seemingly appearing before his eyes - the missing wrinkles. The sleeker frame. The pointed features. 

It wasn’t Jihun. 

It... it was him. 

His father was still dead... and he was still alone. 

Milo swallowed back that stabbing feeling in his throat as his hand gently traced over the mirror as if the man still wasn’t convinced that the person in front of him was truly his reflection. It had been five years, after all. Five long years since he’d seen himself as anything more than a wrinkly, long-eared, and furry dog. He’d only been thirteen when his curse had solidified him as a canine for years. He’d barely gotten to growing. His muscles hadn’t been defined, he’d barely come up to his mother’s shoulders, and his jaw hadn’t been so sharp. 

Looking over himself now, he could see the years that he’d lost. It was... hard to look at yourself in the mirror and not recognize the person that looked back. To see everything that had changed without ever getting to see it. The person looking back at him might as well have just been a stranger. 

...though Milo guessed he was. 

He’d accepted being a dog. He’d just accepted that would be the rest of his life. Milo never thought he’d get to see himself again. He didn’t even remember what it was like to be human. How he was supposed to act. What he was supposed to do...

He felt lost. More lost than he’d ever felt wandering some street in a city he didn’t recognize. 

People liked to help dogs though. Most people were kind to dogs. They reached out. They offered comfort. They offered their hearts. ...would people do that to a human in need too? How long would he have here until things changed? How long did he have to remember what it was like to be human? Would he e————

Booboo - My darling!

The front door closing followed by Pip’s call easily startled him - stumbling back away from the mirror clumsily before he backpedaled quicker than he came. Pluto swiftly exited Amy’s room - pressing his back against the hall wall to not get caught snooping around where he wasn’t welcome. Booboo went zipping by him, glancing over at him with a soft whine before he continued down the stairs towards his owner. 

Not that Pluto noticed any of this. 

It was hard to when his breath was coming out in heavy blanketed gasps like he’d just run some kind of marathon in stifling heat. Hands clenched shaking fingers into fists. He felt... weird. He felt... - well, there was no way to describe the way his chest felt like it was tightening, his heart pounding like the walls were closing around him. He’d never felt this way before. The man closed his hands a little tighter like maybe the pressure would remind him how to function. He truly didn’t remember how to be human, did he? What was he supposed to do?

What was happening? 

Footsteps approached - a shaky breath escaped Milo as his gaze snapped up. His look betrayed his own panic and he hated that Pip’s expression turned to confused concern the second he reached the landing, Booboo nestled gently against his side. Milo saw Pip’s lips moving, saw the gentle furrow of his brows, but the words didn’t reach him. Not the ones that Pip was saying, anyway, but instead the ones that repeated too loudly within his mind. 

Alone. 

He flinched, pushing away from the wall and waving Pip off with shaking fingers - almost too numb to feel as he spun on his heel and darted off down the hall. I’m fine! I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. 

The mantra circled his brain as he raced down the steps, all but running to the door and throwing himself out of it. 

Be safe, my son. 

The sobs slipped from his lips the second the door closed behind him. 

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Gae Kyung-min Milo Young-Seville

I just wanna be happier // please feel the warmth in my hands // they're cold, that's why I need more of you // oh, this ground feels so heavier // I am singing by myself

Nicknames: Pluto, Milo, Min, Kyungminnie.  Magic status: Cursed Birthday: June 30th, 2004 Nationality: American Ethnicity: South Korean Accent: Northeast (Philly) Height: 6′2  Build: Tall, lean frame with defined muscles (especially in arms)  Skin tone: Olive  Complexion: Fair  Eye color: Dark Brown Notable Features: Pronounced canine teeth (cute wittle fangs), light freckles with distinct darker one on cheek and tip of nose. line scars across both palms, missing pinky finger on right hand, scarring from impalement on right shoulder.  Hair color/length/style: Dark Brown/Black. Mid-length, messy/shaggy look. Typically brushed back. Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: 5 Tattoos: He has a tattoo as a dog inside of his ear that one of the pounds gave him. It’s a simple number ‘1797′ and the word ‘PLUTO’. It stays with him when he transforms back to human, but now directly behind his ear. A distorted and warped family seal of the ‘Gae Clan of Gunpo’ on his chest directly above his heart. The family seal is a circle containing two dogs which are distorted and appear scared, with the borders of the seal dripping at the bottom in red ink like blood - revealed through his curse. He willingly got a tattoo in Philly that is catty-corner to his curse tattoo on his right rib-area. It’s of a sketch Luca did of a succulent plant inside of a bubble. He has a tattoo of the Philly skyline on his left ankle. He has a tattoo for Pip (TBD) Right ear piercing - usually either a black cross stud or plain stud.  Matching friendship bracelets with his friends. 

Occupation: Line-Cook at Moon Market! Pride U Student.  Unemployed / Stocker & Cashier at Moon Market (Involuntary leave). Secondary Student (Dropped Out), PA for Marie (Ghosted). Security for Movie-Filming (Fired) What would you find if you Googled them?: Nothing much! Social media.  What natives would know about them: What started as being introduced as Pip’s ‘Exchange Student’ fell way to partial truth - that Milo Young is an American from Philly cursed to become a dog. He’s lived with the Seville’s and was adopted officially by Amy before moving to NYC with Pip. But.....now he’s back!  Other: He was raised as a member of the Huntsclan - and was set to become a prestigious follower of his family’s footsteps. He’s cursed, but the details of that are complicated. He’s spent over five years as a dog - turned when his mother passed away at the smol age of 13, and had been passed and bumped around from area to area, family to family, pound to pound since. Got into a brutal fist fight with Tony Rydinger. Was outed at Olive Bright filming where he turned into a dog and bit a staff member. Fully revealed his curse on Instagram months later. Was majorly injured in the PanDEMONium incident in August 2023, suffering shoulder damage and losing a pinky finger. ‘Broke’ his curse with the help of Mim in 2024. Moved to NYC in July 2025. (See what happened during that time HERE) Twitter/Insta/Facebook: kyungminnow / doggoneit / N/A Master Charactersheet: Link Here

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