~Mylan Locus Monet~

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthplace: Le Tour, France

Appearance:

Mylar is a man who has more of a smaller build than most men. He is more on the lanky side with long legs and a smaller frame. He stands at about 6'1 and about 160 pounds. His build may be smaller than most but looks can be deceiving, he's rather strong despite his lankiness. He has narrow shoulders, narrow waist and a rather flat looking rump. He does have a rather defined torso with well-defined abs. His face, on the other hand, has a mild attractive appeal to it. He has a narrow face and chin, with obvious cheek bones and a defined jawline. His face is cleanly shaven. His eyes are almond shaped and are just a smidge small. His eyes are a hazel color reflecting the deepest shades of gold and green.

His nose is on the rounder side, not too big but also not too small either. It's bridge is bony and rounds out to a soft round curve of his nostrils. His lips on the other hand are thin with a soft rose pink shade to them. His skin is a light olive tone that seems to have a few freckles around his shoulders and bridge of his nose. His skin is scar-free and almost as perfect as a baby's would be-minus a few bruises here and there.

His hair is a dark brown color that rests just at his jawline. His hair is on the wavier side. He does not have any tattoos or piercings.

Personality:

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Mylan is confident in his abilities and his passions. However, he isn't stuck-up about it. Most of his confidence comes from thinking everything through. He is very thoughtful and doesn't do anything without thinking through the consequences and making sure it's the best decision to do. He doesn't rub his confidence in anyone's faces or show it off, it's just something he feels deep down inside.

He is also rather intuitive and observant. He notices things about other people's behavior and can normally judge a person's personality correctly upon first conversation. He often spends his time daydreaming about what the world would be like if everyone had the same personality and the same interests.

He is very friendly. He tries to make conversation with everyone who looks like they are having a rough day. He could spend hours talking to others if he was given enough time to. He wants to help people and if that comes through just being a shoulder to vent upon, he would gladly take that role up. However, his friendliness also gets him into trouble as not everyone is as friendly as he is.

His friendliness comes from a deep understanding of others and caring for others. He wants to make a difference in the lives of people through being someone that they can talk to. He believes good things come to those that open their heart to somebody else and offer friendliness and kindness.

Likes:

-Colder weather

-Swimming

-coffee and tea

-going on walks

Dislikes:

-Rudeness

-Anger/Hateful people

-Sports

-voilence

Strengths:

-Thoughtful

-Optimistic

-Smart

-Creative

Weaknesses:

-Clumsy

-A tad stubborn at times

-Caring too much

-Drinks too much coffee

Mylan swerved around the busy crowd with arms fulls of trays with drinks and food on them. It was rush hour in the city which meant hell hour for servers such as himself. People were hungry, worn out from their jobs. Tired people meant an increase of business for restaurants.

The restaurant wasn't the only job he acquired. He also recently opened up his own coffee shop on the edge of the square. He remembered the looks of horror that came from his family once he wasted his life earnings on a worn out building. They were also worried that he wouldn't be able to handle the workload but he had more confidence in himself. In the mornings, he opened his coffee shop and kept it open until noon. At one, he would clock in for his 8 hour shift at the restaurant that he had been working at since he got his apprenticeship at age sixteen. Coffee shop by day, server by night had been his slogan. He was confident in his abilities to make his dreams come true.

He did have to pick up extra hours at the restaurant to afford his business but he still believed it was worth it. Even now, as he served tables nonstop and weaved his way through the busy crowd. Tonight, they were short staffed which meant he was the server and the host. It was a busy, stressful night.

He made his errands back to an empty table, cleaning it and then back to the podium where the host greeted everyone. He apologized to the next family that wanted to eat for the wait.

"A table has opened up," He took in a deep breath, taking a moment to remember the importance of breathing. Doing three tasks at once on busy nights wasn't easy to pull off,"Follow me, I'll assist you to your table."