HEY, i think i just saw MILO WHITLOCK walking down the strip. stop by to catch up and you’ll learn the TWENTY-SEVEN YEAR OLD is working as a/an RESEARCHER FOR THE BOO CREW & RADIO PERSONALITY AT 107.5 KILLER RADIO and lives in SOLSTICE APARTMENTS. given they are QUICK-WITTED but SCATTERBRAINED, it’s likely that they ARE NOT a vampire. on the flipside, rumor has it that DESPITE BEING A RADIO HOST HE HAS BAD STAGE FRIGHT IN FRONT OF REAL CROWDS and it keeps them looking over their shoulder i bet you can find them tearing up the dance floor to SUPERSTITION BY STEVIE WONDER and you’ll know why they’re called THE LABEL. ☾ .⭒˚ joseph quinn. cisgender man + he/him. gay + scorpio.
BASIC INFORMATION
full name: milo whitlock
birthdate: october 31st, 1969
place of birth: reno, nevada
residence: solstice apartments
zodiac sign: scorpio
gender identity: cisgender man
sexual orientation: gay
species: human
occupation: researcher for the boo crew & radio personality for 107.5 killer frequency
VISUALS
faceclaim: joseph quinn
hair color: dark brown
eye color: brown
distinguishable marks: ear piecings + tattoos tbd
height: 5'10/180 cm
PERSONALITY
positive traits: quick-witted, intelligent, charismatic, organized, optimistic
negative traits: scatterbrained, overtalkative, obsessive, sarcastic, overthinking
mbti: enfp (the campaigner)
character parallels: shaggy rogers (scooby-doo), egon spengler (ghostbusters), dipper pines (gravity falls), peter b. parker (spider-man: into the spider verse)
HEADCANONS
milo has a habit of referring to other members of the crew as “harpo” or “groucho” when he’s nagged or given a deadline, a habit that followed him from family life into professional work. the nicknames aren’t designated to any one member in particular, it just depends on whoever’s pestering him at any given moment. he means it in a light-hearted way and the his crewmates are aware of this, he keeps his tone light when he delivers a “got it, groucho” or “on it, harpo”. he does the same with his family members, instinctively assigning a nickname to anyone familiar enough to give him orders. in his mind, anyone who sees him regularly is fair game for a marx brothers nickname.
milo has a bit of a sixth sense, though he’s not really aware of it. he’s good at picking up on the general energy of a person or place, and it’s happened more than once that he’s jotted something down in his journal that was more felt than said. when someone asks about it, he usually just shrugs and gives a casual “i dunno.” when the team arrives at a new location, he’s usually the first to say if something feels off—sometimes even beating the paranormal medium to it by a second or two. there’s been a couple times where they disagreed on a spirit’s energy, which causes a little friction now and then, but milo knows when to back off. it’s not his specialty, after all.
he has been diagnosed with adhd and he’s on medication for it. milo was diagnosed with adhd as early as middle school. before having this information, he had a decent amount of difficulty with staying still and focusing. over time, he has developed coping mechanisms to help him with certain aspects of the disorder, but he chooses to remain on medication to maintain a high level of focus, especially for the sake of his job. his role on the team requires intense focus and organization, and the meds help him maintain the clarity he needs to do it right. he doesn’t hide it, but he doesn’t make a big deal out of it either—it’s just part of how he gets things done.
milo’s sleep schedule is basically nonexistent. he can and will stay awake for over twenty-four hours straight if a case demands it, often crashing at his desk not long after. it’s not unusual for the team to find him passed out with a pen still in his hand. no one mistakes it for laziness—they know if milo’s asleep, it’s because he pulled an all-nighter compiling records, cross-referencing timelines, or trying to make sense of a haunting. it’s just how he works: dive deep, then collapse.
with: @boneyardstarters
where: the mad hatter's teahouse
when: september 11th, 1996
The place had been such a hot-button topic since the disappearance, and now untimely end, of Felix Martyn that curiosity had eventually gotten the better of the historian. One could say that they were of an eclectic sense of humor — some jokes, they went right over their head; it wasn't that they were dense, as their mother always said, they were different. They and Jeremiah both, cut from the same cloth, and sensible that they'd come into the world together, as a result. Life had a peculiar wit about it for that alone, didn't it? As an occasional smoker, the cigarette was stilted in their fingertips and barely touched, giving the acts most of their attention until there was an intermission. "I'm not sure if I would want this to be the last worldly place I get to see before I die — none of these acts are to die for, you know what I mean?" Okay, bad joke, and they laughed nervously after they said it, glancing at the person that they had been sharing the table with. Tough crowd, remind them not to quit their day job anytime soon. "They haven't really released any details about it yet, to the public." Elias didn't run with any of the in-crowds, and Walker sure as hell would be keeping his mouth clamped shut before breathing any sort of word to his little brother, they guessed. "What do you make of it? Another mob crime hit? Genuinely asking. The long history of all that hasn't seemed to die out in this place —" Not for a lack of effort... well... "I'm waiting to see if the mayor's got anything to say about it."
with the recent events, milo felt like he was in need of some levity. he wasn't one to be spooked easily, but even he had to admit that murder didn't sit very well with him. in an effort to get it off his mind, he decided to visit the comedy club, a place he had only been to a handful of times. maybe the acts were on the mediocre side, but at least it let him escape from reality for a while. "i dunno, that guy that was on last wasn't too terrible. sure, all his jokes were about fish, but i guess ya gotta start somewhere." milo remarks, absentmindedly sifting through a basket of now-cold fries in front of him. he doesn't look up when the recent news is brought up. "i think that's what they want people to think, that it was the mob. hard to say considerin' they're not giving us much to work with. if it was them, they sure as hell aren't opting for subtlety anymore." milo leans back in his chair, settling into the shadows of the club. he gives the other man a look, half curious and half weary. "you got an opinion on it or are you waitin' until the mayor gives us the autopsy report?"
