Post by Miles Valentine on Jun 21, 2015 22:04:38 GMT -6
I'll set your world on FIRE
Miles Valentine
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Profession: Merchant
Occupation: Herb Shop Keeper
Mentor: Anita Nguyen
Appearance:
While not the tallest male around, at five foot eleven inches Miles still towers over the many other people. Weighing in at just over one hundred and fifty pounds is a testament to how much muscle is packed onto his lean build. His shoulders are wide set and dip slightly down on each side but his back his ramrod straight, pulled and held there by lower back muscles.
He was one of his first friends to really hit puberty just as he turned fourteen – squeaky voice and all. While most friends would have teased him for it his friends were mainly jealous. It wasn’t long until his adams apple stuck out and his voice deepened into the low resonance that it is now. Miles’ hair is kept short and he rarely does anything with it.
Since the age of fifteen this boy hasn’t had problems growing facial hair. His face is rarely really clean shaven, the five o’clock shadow almost a constant on this face. His brows are heavy and low set and his jawline is strong and angular, though his cheekbones are less defined then many men the bright blue eyes that peer out from shadows easily overcomes any failings.
The tattoo is never hidden on purpose but often times only the sleeve shows as he tends to wear shirts that cap his shoulders. That is, when he is wearing a shirt at least. And pants, for that matter. This is a boy who doesn’t really care what he wears and sometimes (read: all the time) would prefer wearing nothing at all. Fun things happen when you’re naked.
Everyday Clothes: Tight fitting jeans and t-shirt. He has a nice jacket that he found at a yard sell once in good condition and he wears that often, though if its super hot then his shirt is off.
Formal Garbs:* Only applies to characters who can afford or make their own clothes/need formal clothing for whatever reason.
Pack: A khaki tattered backpack with only one strap left.
Personality:
Miles is full of himself and generally has the muscle and attitude to show for it. He likes to be the top dog, the one people don’t want to cross, the one who people will avoid to stay away from violence or will cling too for protection by association. The only problem with that idea is that Miles is only for out for Number One, himself and only himself. He is selfish and ignorant and never lets anyone close. Sure, sometimes they think that they are getting to know him and how he works but he never really reveals much, protecting himself by never revealing his true motives.
He doesn’t hide all of his motives though, of course not, for one can’t forget his favorite activity: Getting Laid. Miles will do a lot for some simple sex or, hell, why not? Complex sex is fun too, he’s willing to try any page of Karma Sutra that you are. Once you have him in your pocket then he will do even more to get you in the sack, bring you food and beat up some kid. Maybe even share his cigarettes, if you say please. What’s more is that Miles isn’t too picky on where it comes from – woman or man, tall or short, big or small, smart or dumb. Just don’t think that you’ll get into a serious relationship with the kid, that’s the last thing on his mind when he’s laying it into you.
One weakness of Miles that is also pretty well known his is substance addition. He smokes, he drinks, he even uses – though his drug of choice is the comparatively mundane and safe marijuana. He had tried deeper waters in the drug world but always found the people who associated themselves with it disgusting and vile and as thus he tends to stay away. However he always has a connection to any world and if you ever need anything feel free to hit him up – with a wad of cash in hand, of course.
Miles hates to admit it but one thing that he dislikes about himself is that he isn’t very smart. Math doesn’t make much sense beyond the basics (which are important to him for money reasons and so he slaved away until he could figure it out). Science is another language entirely; electrons and neutrons could go fuck themselves for all he cares. He can read and secretly can enjoy doing so but he is slow, often having to reading out loud and slowly to comprehend what is going on. Not that he’ll show you but he does have a stash of books under his bed, mostly scary novels but a few mysteries as well. He has The Shining waiting in there but wants to build up to it, so complicated is the writing.
This boy hasn’t cared for family in a long time, or so it feels. He has friends but he always keeps them at arm’s length. People surround themselves around him, black market people and gangs and those who want protection yet he always feels alone. Miles has never minded this, or at least has convinced himself that its ok to be alone. This way he doesn’t have to deal with making sure everyone is ok, doesn’t have mouths to feed or minds to worry about. Miles just has to worry about himself and no one else – but sometimes, when he’s enveloped by people who think they’re his friends, his family and he can’t feel a single damn thing for them… he wonders if there’s something wrong with him and not the people.
Likes: Fighting, Sex, Exercise, Being the Strongest, Cigarettes, Liquor, MaryJane, Food, Sleeping Outside, Joking Around/Pranks
Dislikes: Class, Math, No Sex D=, Cleaning, Weakness, Broccoli, Not Being Scary, Hunger, Not Understanding, Being Undermined
Backstory:
Miles Jakiston was born on February 14th, a date that many associated with Valentines day. His parents were newlywed just three months prior, a wedding that was probably rushed because of her swelling belly. But hey, it’s easy to get married in Neon Town so why not? He was a Dealer for one of the largest casinos in town and after they married she got a job as a Cage Cashier – you know the ones, behind the grates that exchanged your casino chips in for cold hard cash? The desk she was allowed to hide behind hid her belly from the general public well and the Casino didn’t care so long as she didn’t take a day off of work. It was because of this that Miles was raised in a Casino, being cooed over by all the other women and loving the smell of tobacco, smoke, and money. The sounds of the casino was his lullaby, the cheering and jeering of people a constant background noise to what would become his life.
He grew up and became a snarky toddler who could outwit all drunks and even some sober people. From there he was an elementary student who struggled with every subject but had a whole host of tutors with the employees of the casino, though, sadly, most only knew the basics of counting cards and how to mix a good drink. Then he became a teen who was allowed more freedom than before, which included the freedom to be outside of the casino when he wasn’t in school. This was probably where it started.
Miles quickly associated himself with the black market and he was a good dealer, even for his young age. Actually it was probably because of his young age that he was so good – no one would suspect a thirteen year old of dealing with anything dangerous, like stolen tvs, and so he was never caught. When he became a middle teen and his puberty hit he was already one of the top people in the little chain gang that he associated with. Now to avoid the cops he got strong, got quick, and got smarter. Learned how to choose who you stole from, when to do it and how. It was a lucrative business and he was doing well in it. It was during this time that Miles started calling himself Miles Valentine instead of using his real last name – one of the main reasons for this was to protect his sister.
His baby sister was much better than he was. She enjoyed school, had a good group of friends, had aspirations and wishes and dreams. Isabella was a gentle soul with a brilliant mind and places to go, thing to do. Miles rarely saw her, didn’t really know her personally but he knew that the people he associated himself with would easily and happily use her against him. So he distanced himself from his family, cutting almost all ties when he was fifteen.
Then a deal went bad. There had been an undercover cop, a leak, a traitor. When Miles was supposed to drop off almost ten pounds of marijuana he was met by a dozen cops and their law enforcing pokemon. He was barely able to get away and had nowhere to go – they knew his face, his hangouts, everything. He had to have a new life, start fresh somewhere else. But how?
Recruited By: Meowth
Mentor: Anita Nguyen
Appearance:
While not the tallest male around, at five foot eleven inches Miles still towers over the many other people. Weighing in at just over one hundred and fifty pounds is a testament to how much muscle is packed onto his lean build. His shoulders are wide set and dip slightly down on each side but his back his ramrod straight, pulled and held there by lower back muscles.
He was one of his first friends to really hit puberty just as he turned fourteen – squeaky voice and all. While most friends would have teased him for it his friends were mainly jealous. It wasn’t long until his adams apple stuck out and his voice deepened into the low resonance that it is now. Miles’ hair is kept short and he rarely does anything with it.
Since the age of fifteen this boy hasn’t had problems growing facial hair. His face is rarely really clean shaven, the five o’clock shadow almost a constant on this face. His brows are heavy and low set and his jawline is strong and angular, though his cheekbones are less defined then many men the bright blue eyes that peer out from shadows easily overcomes any failings.
The tattoo is never hidden on purpose but often times only the sleeve shows as he tends to wear shirts that cap his shoulders. That is, when he is wearing a shirt at least. And pants, for that matter. This is a boy who doesn’t really care what he wears and sometimes (read: all the time) would prefer wearing nothing at all. Fun things happen when you’re naked.
Everyday Clothes: Tight fitting jeans and t-shirt. He has a nice jacket that he found at a yard sell once in good condition and he wears that often, though if its super hot then his shirt is off.
Formal Garbs:* Only applies to characters who can afford or make their own clothes/need formal clothing for whatever reason.
Pack: A khaki tattered backpack with only one strap left.
Personality:
Miles is full of himself and generally has the muscle and attitude to show for it. He likes to be the top dog, the one people don’t want to cross, the one who people will avoid to stay away from violence or will cling too for protection by association. The only problem with that idea is that Miles is only for out for Number One, himself and only himself. He is selfish and ignorant and never lets anyone close. Sure, sometimes they think that they are getting to know him and how he works but he never really reveals much, protecting himself by never revealing his true motives.
He doesn’t hide all of his motives though, of course not, for one can’t forget his favorite activity: Getting Laid. Miles will do a lot for some simple sex or, hell, why not? Complex sex is fun too, he’s willing to try any page of Karma Sutra that you are. Once you have him in your pocket then he will do even more to get you in the sack, bring you food and beat up some kid. Maybe even share his cigarettes, if you say please. What’s more is that Miles isn’t too picky on where it comes from – woman or man, tall or short, big or small, smart or dumb. Just don’t think that you’ll get into a serious relationship with the kid, that’s the last thing on his mind when he’s laying it into you.
One weakness of Miles that is also pretty well known his is substance addition. He smokes, he drinks, he even uses – though his drug of choice is the comparatively mundane and safe marijuana. He had tried deeper waters in the drug world but always found the people who associated themselves with it disgusting and vile and as thus he tends to stay away. However he always has a connection to any world and if you ever need anything feel free to hit him up – with a wad of cash in hand, of course.
Miles hates to admit it but one thing that he dislikes about himself is that he isn’t very smart. Math doesn’t make much sense beyond the basics (which are important to him for money reasons and so he slaved away until he could figure it out). Science is another language entirely; electrons and neutrons could go fuck themselves for all he cares. He can read and secretly can enjoy doing so but he is slow, often having to reading out loud and slowly to comprehend what is going on. Not that he’ll show you but he does have a stash of books under his bed, mostly scary novels but a few mysteries as well. He has The Shining waiting in there but wants to build up to it, so complicated is the writing.
This boy hasn’t cared for family in a long time, or so it feels. He has friends but he always keeps them at arm’s length. People surround themselves around him, black market people and gangs and those who want protection yet he always feels alone. Miles has never minded this, or at least has convinced himself that its ok to be alone. This way he doesn’t have to deal with making sure everyone is ok, doesn’t have mouths to feed or minds to worry about. Miles just has to worry about himself and no one else – but sometimes, when he’s enveloped by people who think they’re his friends, his family and he can’t feel a single damn thing for them… he wonders if there’s something wrong with him and not the people.
Likes: Fighting, Sex, Exercise, Being the Strongest, Cigarettes, Liquor, MaryJane, Food, Sleeping Outside, Joking Around/Pranks
Dislikes: Class, Math, No Sex D=, Cleaning, Weakness, Broccoli, Not Being Scary, Hunger, Not Understanding, Being Undermined
Backstory:
Miles Jakiston was born on February 14th, a date that many associated with Valentines day. His parents were newlywed just three months prior, a wedding that was probably rushed because of her swelling belly. But hey, it’s easy to get married in Neon Town so why not? He was a Dealer for one of the largest casinos in town and after they married she got a job as a Cage Cashier – you know the ones, behind the grates that exchanged your casino chips in for cold hard cash? The desk she was allowed to hide behind hid her belly from the general public well and the Casino didn’t care so long as she didn’t take a day off of work. It was because of this that Miles was raised in a Casino, being cooed over by all the other women and loving the smell of tobacco, smoke, and money. The sounds of the casino was his lullaby, the cheering and jeering of people a constant background noise to what would become his life.
He grew up and became a snarky toddler who could outwit all drunks and even some sober people. From there he was an elementary student who struggled with every subject but had a whole host of tutors with the employees of the casino, though, sadly, most only knew the basics of counting cards and how to mix a good drink. Then he became a teen who was allowed more freedom than before, which included the freedom to be outside of the casino when he wasn’t in school. This was probably where it started.
Miles quickly associated himself with the black market and he was a good dealer, even for his young age. Actually it was probably because of his young age that he was so good – no one would suspect a thirteen year old of dealing with anything dangerous, like stolen tvs, and so he was never caught. When he became a middle teen and his puberty hit he was already one of the top people in the little chain gang that he associated with. Now to avoid the cops he got strong, got quick, and got smarter. Learned how to choose who you stole from, when to do it and how. It was a lucrative business and he was doing well in it. It was during this time that Miles started calling himself Miles Valentine instead of using his real last name – one of the main reasons for this was to protect his sister.
His baby sister was much better than he was. She enjoyed school, had a good group of friends, had aspirations and wishes and dreams. Isabella was a gentle soul with a brilliant mind and places to go, thing to do. Miles rarely saw her, didn’t really know her personally but he knew that the people he associated himself with would easily and happily use her against him. So he distanced himself from his family, cutting almost all ties when he was fifteen.
Then a deal went bad. There had been an undercover cop, a leak, a traitor. When Miles was supposed to drop off almost ten pounds of marijuana he was met by a dozen cops and their law enforcing pokemon. He was barely able to get away and had nowhere to go – they knew his face, his hangouts, everything. He had to have a new life, start fresh somewhere else. But how?
Recruited By: Meowth
