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jurisimpudentABOUT YOU
Name: Hope
Are you 18 or over?: Yes'm! Or…yessir.
Other characters played: None!
CHARACTER
Name: Miles Edgeworth
Canon: Ace Attorney
Age: 17
History: Right hyar!
Point in canon: He'll be taken from several years prior to the start of the canon, when he's still studying with von Karma and is still an insufferable ass.
Window Location: In the closet of his room on the von Karma estate in Germany.
Universe: The series Ace Attorney takes place in a world largely like our own, with a few notable exceptions. There are certain individuals with unusual powers, such as channeling the dead; these people, however, are few and far between, and few people believe that these powers are real. The level of technology is a bit advanced beyond what exists in our world. There are a several countries which do not exist in our world, and the justice system differs somewhat from that found in any nation of our world.
Abilities: Edgeworth eventually becomes a skilled prosecutor and, by this point, has spent seven years studying for that career: as such, he's intelligent, determined, deeply perceptive, and logical. He's also a polyglot, fluent enough in a number of languages to be able to, later in life, argue legal cases in six different countries. He's a skilled chess player, and he's good with cars, and otherwise he's quite a normal person.
Possessions: He'll be coming with the suit on his back, a few pens, and a thick book on American law.
Personality:
Miles Edgeworth is a good person. It's important to state this right off the bat and state it baldly, because it's something that's often rather easy to forget when dealing with him - and it's also the most fundamental part of his personality, what drives him before all other things. He's someone who really just wants people to be safe and to be happy. He's had a rough time of things, and he wants desperately to keep others from going through the same sort of stuff, and he will absolutely sacrifice his time, his energy, and even his very self in order to help protect them. And that's no small sacrifice, either: Edgeworth is a keenly intelligent person with a great deal of potential, whose hard-working, diligent, and thoughtful nature will allow him to excel at just about any profession he pursues.
Edgeworth is someone, too, who takes a genuine joy from life. He has a great many passions, each one deeper than the last; he loves everything from expensive sports cars to dogs to tea to ridiculous samurai serials written for children (but, as he insists, deep enough for adults to enjoy). And he loves, more than anything else, resolving intellectual challenges; he takes a deep delight in going up against others, particularly when they're quite clever themselves, and engaging in contests of wits. All of that said, he's also someone who's rather shy and awkward and has trouble knowing how to interact with others - but he's frequently able to overcome that by connecting with them either through these passions or by sitting back and allowing them to be gregarious at him.
Which is why it's a bit sad that he comes off as such a goddamn ass. The thing is that he does have all of this goodness and benevolence in his heart, propelling him to do the things he does, but he's embarrassed by that goodness. He sees it as childish and a weakness, and so he's worked hard to foster a very distinct persona. He makes himself seem instead quite snotty. He works to be cruel. He works to be merciless. He doesn't have a kind word to spare for nearly anyone, has absolutely no patience for foolishness or silliness, sneers at any human weakness he sees. He doesn't allow himself to be shy, or to be passionate about subjects other than the law. He doesn't allow himself to have a sense of humor unless it's jeering nastily at someone else's mistake. He doesn't allow himself to be a person. He tries hard, in short, to come across just like his mentor, who radiates contempt for humanity; though he hasn't yet perfected the act, he's quite skilled at it.
Of course, all this so far implies that he's simply a grouch with a heart of gold, someone who just represents himself badly to the world but is truthfully a sweetheart. That would be nice, but unfortunately, there are some very unsavory parts to his personality. As mentioned before, Edgeworth wants to see all people happy, but in his mind he's separated out an entire class of people as subhuman: criminals. Edgeworth is good, and he is decent, but there's a deep core of hatred within him that often flares up and burns away all logic, all kindness, leaving him as nothing more than a man bent on revenge. Criminals, to his way of thinking, hurt him, and they have hurt others, and so he wants to hurt them back as badly, if not worse. He doesn't exactly take pleasure in seeing criminals suffer, but he nevertheless craves seeing it. Furthermore, aside from that hatred, Edgeworth also is genuinely intellectually arrogant; he has a clear view of the truth of the world, a view which is aggressively rational and scientific, and he's dismissive of views which do not conform to his own. He has difficulty understanding others' emotions and so often simply brushes them aside in favor of what he does comprehend and what he's more able to deal with. He's deeply self-indulgent, believing that his grief is more potent and terrible than anyone else's and that they won't be able to understand what he's suffered.
And, perhaps most fatally, he despises himself. Though at this point in time, he's still not been able to articulate his suspicions to anyone, there's some small part of him that wonders if he was the one who killed his father. So, deeply buried, there's a sick guilt over the crime he suspects he committed, and a recognition of his hypocrisy as well - that he is so cruel and unforgiving towards criminals but may well be a criminal himself - and a buried awareness that if others knew, they would most likely despise him as well. So always undercutting his interactions with others, be they contentious or polite or even friendly, is a remote sort of bitterness, because he feels - however unconsciously - that if they knew him well enough, they'd hate him as much as he thinks they should.
So Edgeworth generally is a complicated person, even at a mere seventeen years of age as he is here. He's a decent guy who will fight to help others, even those he doesn't know or doesn't like, and that will never change. He's a guy who will come across as an arrogant prig, and that won't change for a number of years, and even then change will be slow. And he's a guy who has a deep core of churning hatred and misery, towards himself and towards others, and someone who hides himself fiercely, and someone who has the potential to get better but also the potential to get much worse.
Thread Sample: A practice dear_mun post right here!
Prose Sample:
He looked at himself a long time in the mirror, detesting the boyish foolishness of his face. He'd seen pictures of his mentor at his age, and seen that fierce hawkish visage that could never have been underestimated. Even at seventeen, von Karma had looked every bit the warrior of justice that he'd grown up to be. But Miles bore no von Karma blood, and no von Karma features; instead, his face looked unassuming, even bordering on kind.
He twisted his mouth into a contemptuous smirk, then into a scowl. Both were improvements, but far from satisfactory.
"Your Honor, the witness' story is simply preposterous." His voice sounded - damn it all, it sounded tremulous, timid. Von Karma's voice was a thundercrack, booming, a voice to cow even the most hardened criminals. Miles' voice was pathetic. He tried again, trying it paired with that smirk, trying it dripping with contempt. "Your Honor, the witness' story - " He stopped, tried again. "Your Honor. This idiot of a witness is plainly lying, and you would be a fool if you did not comprehend that."
Behind him and to the right, a sharp tongue clucked in scorn and disappointment. Miles turned to see his mentor standing there, and at once he lowered his head in a bow, embarrassment boiling in his stomach.
"Sir," he greeted, his voice low.
"Don't insult the judge, boy." His mentor's voice was everything he wanted his own to be - cool with an edge of mockery, authoritative, unquestionable. "You want him on your side."
Miles raised his head slightly. "But sir - I've read the transcripts of your trials. You do that often."
"And you're not me." The words stung - but stung less when von Karma amended to those words: "Yet. Insult the witness, but respect the judge." Miles remained in his bow until his mentor had left.
Then he straightened, turned, and looked into the mirror once more. He imagined himself with the craggy lines and harsh angles of Manfred von Karma's face. He lifted his chin and smiled a contemptuous smile, and quashed everything within him that was Miles Edgeworth, and then opened his mouth and said, "Your Honor, the witness' testimony is altogether preposterous."
It was still lacking.
Plans: Well! Young Miles will struggle mightily to get home for the first while - which means, in no small part, kissing up to the people in charge, as he will have decided that they're the ones responsible for the windows…though, admittedly, at the first opportunity, he would have them arrested as kidnappers. As time goes on, however, he'll most likely come to realize just how miserable he was back home, and he'll become more dedicated to exploring and discovering.
Notes: None!
DÆMON
Name: Lucia
Sex: Female
Form: A beagle.
Additional notes: Lucia is of average size but a bit more slender and athletic than the average for the breed. She has brown eyes and standard coloring.
Why this form: The beagle is appropriate for a number of reasons. First, a dog is a fitting species, since it's stated in the His Dark Materials series that servants typically have dogs for daemons and Edgeworth sees himself as a servant of the law and of justice: to him, little is more important than obedience, respect, and deference to that which is greater than oneself. A scenthound is appropriate, further, because of Edgeworth's investigative nature; he, like the dog, is a tracker, always following the evidence to the truth. Finally, a beagle is appropriate because they're dogs that are good-natured and sweet - something he is deep in his heart, much as he struggles to hide it - but they're also stubborn and good fighters. A beagle may not be a particularly aggressive or fearsome dog, but nor is it a dog that runs away from a fight.
Name: Hope
Are you 18 or over?: Yes'm! Or…yessir.
Other characters played: None!
CHARACTER
Name: Miles Edgeworth
Canon: Ace Attorney
Age: 17
History: Right hyar!
Point in canon: He'll be taken from several years prior to the start of the canon, when he's still studying with von Karma and is still an insufferable ass.
Window Location: In the closet of his room on the von Karma estate in Germany.
Universe: The series Ace Attorney takes place in a world largely like our own, with a few notable exceptions. There are certain individuals with unusual powers, such as channeling the dead; these people, however, are few and far between, and few people believe that these powers are real. The level of technology is a bit advanced beyond what exists in our world. There are a several countries which do not exist in our world, and the justice system differs somewhat from that found in any nation of our world.
Abilities: Edgeworth eventually becomes a skilled prosecutor and, by this point, has spent seven years studying for that career: as such, he's intelligent, determined, deeply perceptive, and logical. He's also a polyglot, fluent enough in a number of languages to be able to, later in life, argue legal cases in six different countries. He's a skilled chess player, and he's good with cars, and otherwise he's quite a normal person.
Possessions: He'll be coming with the suit on his back, a few pens, and a thick book on American law.
Personality:
Miles Edgeworth is a good person. It's important to state this right off the bat and state it baldly, because it's something that's often rather easy to forget when dealing with him - and it's also the most fundamental part of his personality, what drives him before all other things. He's someone who really just wants people to be safe and to be happy. He's had a rough time of things, and he wants desperately to keep others from going through the same sort of stuff, and he will absolutely sacrifice his time, his energy, and even his very self in order to help protect them. And that's no small sacrifice, either: Edgeworth is a keenly intelligent person with a great deal of potential, whose hard-working, diligent, and thoughtful nature will allow him to excel at just about any profession he pursues.
Edgeworth is someone, too, who takes a genuine joy from life. He has a great many passions, each one deeper than the last; he loves everything from expensive sports cars to dogs to tea to ridiculous samurai serials written for children (but, as he insists, deep enough for adults to enjoy). And he loves, more than anything else, resolving intellectual challenges; he takes a deep delight in going up against others, particularly when they're quite clever themselves, and engaging in contests of wits. All of that said, he's also someone who's rather shy and awkward and has trouble knowing how to interact with others - but he's frequently able to overcome that by connecting with them either through these passions or by sitting back and allowing them to be gregarious at him.
Which is why it's a bit sad that he comes off as such a goddamn ass. The thing is that he does have all of this goodness and benevolence in his heart, propelling him to do the things he does, but he's embarrassed by that goodness. He sees it as childish and a weakness, and so he's worked hard to foster a very distinct persona. He makes himself seem instead quite snotty. He works to be cruel. He works to be merciless. He doesn't have a kind word to spare for nearly anyone, has absolutely no patience for foolishness or silliness, sneers at any human weakness he sees. He doesn't allow himself to be shy, or to be passionate about subjects other than the law. He doesn't allow himself to have a sense of humor unless it's jeering nastily at someone else's mistake. He doesn't allow himself to be a person. He tries hard, in short, to come across just like his mentor, who radiates contempt for humanity; though he hasn't yet perfected the act, he's quite skilled at it.
Of course, all this so far implies that he's simply a grouch with a heart of gold, someone who just represents himself badly to the world but is truthfully a sweetheart. That would be nice, but unfortunately, there are some very unsavory parts to his personality. As mentioned before, Edgeworth wants to see all people happy, but in his mind he's separated out an entire class of people as subhuman: criminals. Edgeworth is good, and he is decent, but there's a deep core of hatred within him that often flares up and burns away all logic, all kindness, leaving him as nothing more than a man bent on revenge. Criminals, to his way of thinking, hurt him, and they have hurt others, and so he wants to hurt them back as badly, if not worse. He doesn't exactly take pleasure in seeing criminals suffer, but he nevertheless craves seeing it. Furthermore, aside from that hatred, Edgeworth also is genuinely intellectually arrogant; he has a clear view of the truth of the world, a view which is aggressively rational and scientific, and he's dismissive of views which do not conform to his own. He has difficulty understanding others' emotions and so often simply brushes them aside in favor of what he does comprehend and what he's more able to deal with. He's deeply self-indulgent, believing that his grief is more potent and terrible than anyone else's and that they won't be able to understand what he's suffered.
And, perhaps most fatally, he despises himself. Though at this point in time, he's still not been able to articulate his suspicions to anyone, there's some small part of him that wonders if he was the one who killed his father. So, deeply buried, there's a sick guilt over the crime he suspects he committed, and a recognition of his hypocrisy as well - that he is so cruel and unforgiving towards criminals but may well be a criminal himself - and a buried awareness that if others knew, they would most likely despise him as well. So always undercutting his interactions with others, be they contentious or polite or even friendly, is a remote sort of bitterness, because he feels - however unconsciously - that if they knew him well enough, they'd hate him as much as he thinks they should.
So Edgeworth generally is a complicated person, even at a mere seventeen years of age as he is here. He's a decent guy who will fight to help others, even those he doesn't know or doesn't like, and that will never change. He's a guy who will come across as an arrogant prig, and that won't change for a number of years, and even then change will be slow. And he's a guy who has a deep core of churning hatred and misery, towards himself and towards others, and someone who hides himself fiercely, and someone who has the potential to get better but also the potential to get much worse.
Thread Sample: A practice dear_mun post right here!
Prose Sample:
He looked at himself a long time in the mirror, detesting the boyish foolishness of his face. He'd seen pictures of his mentor at his age, and seen that fierce hawkish visage that could never have been underestimated. Even at seventeen, von Karma had looked every bit the warrior of justice that he'd grown up to be. But Miles bore no von Karma blood, and no von Karma features; instead, his face looked unassuming, even bordering on kind.
He twisted his mouth into a contemptuous smirk, then into a scowl. Both were improvements, but far from satisfactory.
"Your Honor, the witness' story is simply preposterous." His voice sounded - damn it all, it sounded tremulous, timid. Von Karma's voice was a thundercrack, booming, a voice to cow even the most hardened criminals. Miles' voice was pathetic. He tried again, trying it paired with that smirk, trying it dripping with contempt. "Your Honor, the witness' story - " He stopped, tried again. "Your Honor. This idiot of a witness is plainly lying, and you would be a fool if you did not comprehend that."
Behind him and to the right, a sharp tongue clucked in scorn and disappointment. Miles turned to see his mentor standing there, and at once he lowered his head in a bow, embarrassment boiling in his stomach.
"Sir," he greeted, his voice low.
"Don't insult the judge, boy." His mentor's voice was everything he wanted his own to be - cool with an edge of mockery, authoritative, unquestionable. "You want him on your side."
Miles raised his head slightly. "But sir - I've read the transcripts of your trials. You do that often."
"And you're not me." The words stung - but stung less when von Karma amended to those words: "Yet. Insult the witness, but respect the judge." Miles remained in his bow until his mentor had left.
Then he straightened, turned, and looked into the mirror once more. He imagined himself with the craggy lines and harsh angles of Manfred von Karma's face. He lifted his chin and smiled a contemptuous smile, and quashed everything within him that was Miles Edgeworth, and then opened his mouth and said, "Your Honor, the witness' testimony is altogether preposterous."
It was still lacking.
Plans: Well! Young Miles will struggle mightily to get home for the first while - which means, in no small part, kissing up to the people in charge, as he will have decided that they're the ones responsible for the windows…though, admittedly, at the first opportunity, he would have them arrested as kidnappers. As time goes on, however, he'll most likely come to realize just how miserable he was back home, and he'll become more dedicated to exploring and discovering.
Notes: None!
DÆMON
Name: Lucia
Sex: Female
Form: A beagle.
Additional notes: Lucia is of average size but a bit more slender and athletic than the average for the breed. She has brown eyes and standard coloring.
Why this form: The beagle is appropriate for a number of reasons. First, a dog is a fitting species, since it's stated in the His Dark Materials series that servants typically have dogs for daemons and Edgeworth sees himself as a servant of the law and of justice: to him, little is more important than obedience, respect, and deference to that which is greater than oneself. A scenthound is appropriate, further, because of Edgeworth's investigative nature; he, like the dog, is a tracker, always following the evidence to the truth. Finally, a beagle is appropriate because they're dogs that are good-natured and sweet - something he is deep in his heart, much as he struggles to hide it - but they're also stubborn and good fighters. A beagle may not be a particularly aggressive or fearsome dog, but nor is it a dog that runs away from a fight.
