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Name: Amanda
LJ: closet_ss_fan
E-Mail: medgeworth24@gmail.com
IM: redbuttonofdoom@hotmail.com
Character's Name: Miles Edgeworth
Series: Phoenix Wright
Timeline: Pre-Apollo Justice, Post Trials and Tribulations
Canon Resource Link: Wiki
Personality: Miles Edgeworth is a prosecutor who stands apart from the rest. He has a distinct and deep hatred for crime, which initially led him to attempt to put all defendants in jail with a "guilty" verdict. However, after meeting Phoenix Wright in court and a subsequent (and very long) journey of self-discovery, he came to the decision that justice requires the cooperation of both defense and prosecution. He was forced to become very mature at a young age, and thus has few friends; this means he has very little experience in gauging other people's reactions to everyday events. He is usually very calm and collected, but is easily irritated when things escape his control. He has a deep-rooted love for truth; at times he seems more of an ace detective than an ace attorney. His cynicism and wit are often disguised in layers of politeness and sheer eloquence.
What your character can offer: Miles is very intelligent, logical, and observant. Very little escapes his eyes, and few mysteries remain unsolved when he encounters them. The truth, no matter how tragic, is no stranger to him.
What items will they be bringing with them? His clothes, the knife he keeps in his car's trunk, his prosecutor's badge, paper (about three inches by three inches in a stack), a pen... nothing else.
Third-Person Sample: Miles was swift. He gathered all the evidence spread on his desk and neatly -- neatly, mind you! -- collected them into his briefcase. He didn't have the time, nor the desire, to stay here and develop what was sure to be a migraine from Ms. Oldbag's sudden appearance at the base of the building.
He wasn't running away. No. He was merely... relocating to a more... peaceful area, where noise would be limited to the sound of study. Yes. He would go to the college, and set himself up in the library. Somewhere. Somewhere where windy old ladies wouldn't find him.
After all, a migraine would be detrimental to the progress of his work, would it not? And his secretary was always recommending he get out of the office for awhile... Of course, he ignored the fact that she meant it more as a "take a vacation before you run yourself down". Miles Edgeworth does not need a vacation when he is so close to resolving a case!
Unfortunately, on his way out, he was intercepted by the old-- Ms. Oldbag. "Oh dearie!" Her face took on that usual sparkling, blushing, creepy expression that was undeniably setting him up for a long winded story about her younger days. Miles' expression never wavered, but inside he was panicking. Just a little. "Tell this young'un how to properly respect her elders." Miles glanced at his cringing secretary. "Why, when I was a young lady, we knew better than to restrain the respectable old folks from meeting with other people! We'd go out and make daisy chains -- Oh those were the days--" Naturally, at this point, Oldbag began to go off into yesteryear, combined with rather frightening ranting. Miles slipped away, thankfully unnoticed in the middle of her tirade, leaving his secretary alone to deal with Wendy. He decided to think more carefully about not giving her a raise this month. She was very good at deflecting the old crone when she came to... "visit".
First-Person Sample: [Miles picks up the phone, which managed to give one half-ring before it was answered.]
"Yes?" [He hears the security guard on the other end. She sounds tired and a little frightened.]
"Mr. Edgeworth, sir! A windy old lady just came, demanding to be let in to your office, sir! I couldn't stop her! She had a ray gun, sir!"
No. I did not just hear that. [He rests his head on the palm of his hand. His eyes squeeze shut from an imagined future migraine.]
"...Anything else?"
"Ah... no, sir. It just seemed important for you to know --" [He hangs up.]
I'll just go meet up with Gumshoe now instead of waiting until I finish this. [Miles starts scooping papers into his briefcase. There is a look of mild distaste on his face, belying the depth of discomfort in his gut.]
LJ: closet_ss_fan
E-Mail: medgeworth24@gmail.com
IM: redbuttonofdoom@hotmail.com
Character's Name: Miles Edgeworth
Series: Phoenix Wright
Timeline: Pre-Apollo Justice, Post Trials and Tribulations
Canon Resource Link: Wiki
Personality: Miles Edgeworth is a prosecutor who stands apart from the rest. He has a distinct and deep hatred for crime, which initially led him to attempt to put all defendants in jail with a "guilty" verdict. However, after meeting Phoenix Wright in court and a subsequent (and very long) journey of self-discovery, he came to the decision that justice requires the cooperation of both defense and prosecution. He was forced to become very mature at a young age, and thus has few friends; this means he has very little experience in gauging other people's reactions to everyday events. He is usually very calm and collected, but is easily irritated when things escape his control. He has a deep-rooted love for truth; at times he seems more of an ace detective than an ace attorney. His cynicism and wit are often disguised in layers of politeness and sheer eloquence.
What your character can offer: Miles is very intelligent, logical, and observant. Very little escapes his eyes, and few mysteries remain unsolved when he encounters them. The truth, no matter how tragic, is no stranger to him.
What items will they be bringing with them? His clothes, the knife he keeps in his car's trunk, his prosecutor's badge, paper (about three inches by three inches in a stack), a pen... nothing else.
Third-Person Sample: Miles was swift. He gathered all the evidence spread on his desk and neatly -- neatly, mind you! -- collected them into his briefcase. He didn't have the time, nor the desire, to stay here and develop what was sure to be a migraine from Ms. Oldbag's sudden appearance at the base of the building.
He wasn't running away. No. He was merely... relocating to a more... peaceful area, where noise would be limited to the sound of study. Yes. He would go to the college, and set himself up in the library. Somewhere. Somewhere where windy old ladies wouldn't find him.
After all, a migraine would be detrimental to the progress of his work, would it not? And his secretary was always recommending he get out of the office for awhile... Of course, he ignored the fact that she meant it more as a "take a vacation before you run yourself down". Miles Edgeworth does not need a vacation when he is so close to resolving a case!
Unfortunately, on his way out, he was intercepted by the old-- Ms. Oldbag. "Oh dearie!" Her face took on that usual sparkling, blushing, creepy expression that was undeniably setting him up for a long winded story about her younger days. Miles' expression never wavered, but inside he was panicking. Just a little. "Tell this young'un how to properly respect her elders." Miles glanced at his cringing secretary. "Why, when I was a young lady, we knew better than to restrain the respectable old folks from meeting with other people! We'd go out and make daisy chains -- Oh those were the days--" Naturally, at this point, Oldbag began to go off into yesteryear, combined with rather frightening ranting. Miles slipped away, thankfully unnoticed in the middle of her tirade, leaving his secretary alone to deal with Wendy. He decided to think more carefully about not giving her a raise this month. She was very good at deflecting the old crone when she came to... "visit".
First-Person Sample: [Miles picks up the phone, which managed to give one half-ring before it was answered.]
"Yes?" [He hears the security guard on the other end. She sounds tired and a little frightened.]
"Mr. Edgeworth, sir! A windy old lady just came, demanding to be let in to your office, sir! I couldn't stop her! She had a ray gun, sir!"
No. I did not just hear that. [He rests his head on the palm of his hand. His eyes squeeze shut from an imagined future migraine.]
"...Anything else?"
"Ah... no, sir. It just seemed important for you to know --" [He hangs up.]
I'll just go meet up with Gumshoe now instead of waiting until I finish this. [Miles starts scooping papers into his briefcase. There is a look of mild distaste on his face, belying the depth of discomfort in his gut.]
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