Milo is a young man, appears to be in his late teens or maybe twenty summers old. He has sandy brown hair shaved on the sides with a single long braid down his back. Although he's not full of beard, he is never clean shaved. His eyes are deep green and he does nothing to hide the slightly pointed ears that give away his mixed heritage. He's a couple inches short of six foot and solidly built, though he does look to have some athleticism to him as well.
 He looks like one that's use to a good scrap and carries himself as such. He normally wears sturdy leather pants and boots, a linen shirt and a three quarter length hooded cloak made of some animal hide. Milo takes care of what he has and it shows by how cared for everything is.
 The young man carries a nice pack loaded with gear, a dagger is in each boot and on his belt is sheathed a couple chackrams on each hip. When out and about He wears leather lamellar armor, a short bow and quiver of arrows are strapped to his pack and over his shoulder's you can see hilts of two swords, one shorter than the other. Everything is meticulously taken care of which would be expected in Milo's line of work.

 Milo doesn't know a stranger. He's well mannered and polite enough to all he meets, usually with a grin. He likes a good joke, some razzing and funning around is always welcome. He can dish out as much as he can take. He has few friends but once he calls you his friend then your the same as family. He enjoys good meals, hot baths, a cool ale or six and some soft company never hurt anyone. He is the quintessential nice guy until it is time to not be nice, then anything goes.