Milo the Gold Saint of Scorpius, presenting himself as a tall man with fair skin, long, semi-wavy cerulean-blue hair and blue-green eyes. always remains calm and appears completely detached. it could be said he has the heart of a stage actor. He can perfectly exploit the emotions of others and uses words as weapons, with devastating irony and direction, trying to bring his opponent to his side. Although he has a predilection for action.

His thoughts and actions are perfectly harmonized. This synchronization is particularly evident during combat. Combat is one of the rare moments when he lets all his passions appear, and he usually acts when the situation truly requires it.

Milo bearing his golden cloth crossed the forest, outside of Asgard, narrowly escaping Surtr and having the betrayal of Camus dug in his mind, he was pissed, yet again Camus had sided with the enemy, this time due to a debt the saint of aquarius had, it pissed him even further.

....just on cue, more soldiers, loyalist to the new spokesman of Odin had arrived surrounding the saint of Scorpio.

"...damnit it all." the nail of his index finger glowed Scarlet as he aimed at the soldiers.

"Scarlet needle!!!" Milo launches a crimson needle from his fingernail to 14 parts of the body either direct or indirectly to poison opponents, make them bleed, and scream in pain, losing their 5 senses in the process. The attack is impossible to divert or defend against.