AKA Milo the Mini, but he prefers the former~

Da'Milor "Milo" Hoovenpaw, the "Mighty Mini" Barbarian. A whopping 5 feet tall, slim as a straw of wheat, yet able to lift a half-ton cart like it's paper mâché. Happy and naive but fierce and true of heart, he's sailed the thousand-mile journey from the Feline Isles of Al'ar to the main content in search of a family he never had the chance to know. He dresses loosely and hits hard, is sure-footed and bold even in the face of certain failure. His loose mouth does tend to get him into trouble, but luckily he has the horns to back up his somewhat brash attitude. Now on a quest mired deep in political impropriety, he yearns for the days when he didn't feel the phantom grip of apathetic fingers squeezing the life from his throat. One day, he hopes to run freely again, without the constant need to watch over his shoulder.

Milo is the adopted son of a wizened Al'arian couple, Da'fau and Da'cour, who one day discovered him swaddled in an abandoned stroller near the port of Dakshin. After attempting unsuccessfully to locate a guardian who might be looking for him, they agreed to house him until his family came looking--but no one ever did. As time went on, the two grew fond of "da mi'elor" (Al'arian for "the little bull") and resolved to raise him as their own.

His real family are the Hoovenpaws, de facto leader of Team Onyx, a notorious pirate syndicate known for targeting large organizations, wealthy groups, and powerful individuals. His mother is the renowned thief Jesse Hoovenpaw, a typical orange fox with extremely long, bright red hair that curls to a point below her waist. She is a master of stealth and magics. His father is James Hoovenpaw, a bovine with short, spiky blue hair. He is pale, beige in color, and more often helms the actual ship duties and favors more direct tactics, like explosives.

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This fantastic piece of Milo was made by none other than  PaleHornTea (nsfw warning)!
Artist's submission here!

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