From: The Battle for Astrea II

Name: Miles Murphy
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Miles is about 5'10, 170 pounds. Dark hair and dark-eyed with a miscevious face and a strong chin. He is lean, and thin but has a solid frame and corded muscles.


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Kingdom: Earth Kingdom

Persona: Miles is an eccentric man, with a great wit, who likes to make people laugh and cracks jokes and banters often. He has a perpetual grin and a  cocky attitude. He has a habit of 'trading' things without asking, taking random stuff and leaving behind things he thinks are equal in value. He also gives people nicknames, most of them insulting. He is a master of disguise and imitating voices and accents. He often is seen as a prideful, careless, and crude buffoon. However, he is very clever and a skilled manipulator. In a fight he is not above using underhanded tricks and unorthodox tactics; he does anything necessary to survive.

Post Example: 

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	Miles crept slowly and quietly beside the ragged, rotting fence. He had his .22 held by his head with the silencer on. As he made his way beside the fence he found a hole wide enough that he could slip through. [i]Bingo[/i] he thought. He slipped through it without a sound and moved toward the old, abandoned house. He saw a pair of sentries armed with spears trying to very hard not to be seen and failing. Raising his gun and steading his aim he went through his familiar ritual, he took a deep breath in, and let it out, squeezing the trigger two times on the exhale. His gun barked quietly twice and both sentries made no noise as they went down in a heap. He moved on, making his way to his target. He slipped around the house, and almost ran strait into another sentry with a sword and a torch. Miles stopped in the shadows just short of him, his heart beating wildly. The sentry, oblivious continued on his rounds. Once the sentry turned his back, Miles snuck behind him and cut his throat, grabbing the torch, and sword, and confident stride, boldly walked up to the entrance to the basement. He threw open the doors and walked down the steps, emerging in a obviously enlarged cavern with five men playing a game of dice to his right. "Greeting!" Miles boomed "I bring you a very important message!" The men hesitated long enough for him to throw the sword at one, the torch at another, and draw Vindication. He dropped one with with a shot before any could draw their swords. One of them, a not very bright man, charged Miles directly. Miles jumped back to give himself more room and fired again killing the one that charged him. The remaining three, one with a cut and one with a burn tried to surround Miles and attack from all sides. But Miles put his back to a wall and steadily picked off each one with a pair of shots. Panting, he said to the corpses "Don't trust strangers." He reloaded without looking and checked his surroundings. Then he checked the corpses. He took a step further in and he heard the click-chick of a hammer being drawn back, quick as a flash he dived behind a pair of sturdy barrels, as a bullet slammed into the ground where he was just standing. He was pinned down and unable to move, [i]I have no time for this![/i] he thought. He threw himself out in a roll just in time to see his target, a short, broad heavily scarred man, run up the steps, with the torch, pause and throw it into a pile of dried rope and wood. Then he ran out the doors and bolt it behind him. "Shit!" He spat. The fire caught and spread, smoke quickly filling the basement. He got up and ran to the door thinking quickly. He sent three shots through where he guessed the bar was. Then he took a step back and ran forward, shoulder barging the weakened doors. With a crash the bar broke, the doors slammed open and he unceremoniously fell on his face. Wheezing and sucking up the cool night air. He could just barely see his target sprinting away. Wobbly he drew his gun, sighted on the center mass, and fired. The running figure jerked went down and didn't rise. As soon as Miles recovered his breath he went over to the limp figure. "Well I'll be damned." He breathed. His shot had hit the man right in the back of his head. The bounty on this man was massive and would pay for food for a month. Miles sighed, releaved and admiring his luck, "What I have to do for a living." He observed. Miles then grabbed and dragged the corpse away while the house burned behind him.
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Equipment: 
Vindication: A custom-made eight-shot .44 revolver that can fire elemental ammunition. 
A small .22 revolver he keeps in one boot with a silencer for it in the other.
A Remington shotgun
A magic throwing knife called Kotetsu that always comes back to the thrower, sometimes point-first.
His large brown leather duster and his 'lucky hat.'

Ability/Magic/Technology: Miles is an excellent shot and he claims to never miss. (Although that is not entirely true.) He is also good at hand to hand combat especially with a knife. He can throw a knife quite well too.

Bloodmaker: This is an ability Miles inherited from his family. He can store health at the price of being unwell, and tap in to the store later to heal wounds. As long as he has an adequate storage of health, he can recover from any wounds that aren't immediately lethal, such as curing poison, regrowing fingers, and surviving bullet wounds. However, storing health takes a long time, he could feel sick all day and only have enough to heal a scratch.

Lucky: This is not a skill, but Miles seems to have an incredible amount of luck, many times this has been the only thing that saves his life.