Name: Det Miles Hardy
Age: 35
Physical Description: 
    Miles has all the features of an attractive man, if that attractive man looked like a starving alleycat one dragged out of a storm drain. Thin and lanky, with the rangey build of somebody who's missed one too many meals a stiff wind looks like it could blow him over. He'd fight that wind to the last gust however, as what little meat he's got on his bones is lean, tough, wiry muscle. 

His face could be considered attractive under a certain light- a dim one, with plenty of shadows to hide the ill set of his nose, left crooked after one to many brawls. Or the deep circles of exhaustion under his eyes, dark brown and full of cynicism- although one could maybe catch a hint of green shining there in the flick of his cigarette lighter.  

He wears what should be a nice fitting, classy suit in dapper low toned greys- however that suit has seen more life than any suit reasonably should. It hangs on his frame, rumpled and frayed- cinched tight at the waist with a near worn out belt. His hair is black, and is as scraggly and unkempt as the rest of him, with a perpetual 5o'clock shadow on his jawline- too lazy to shave regularly, but still unwilling to go bearded. 

All of this is carelessly hidden under his khaki trenchcoat and beat up fedora- they are easily the best looking part of his entire getup, and being under ten years old- the newest. 

Personality:
    Miles is as stubborn and bullheaded as they come, with little to no sense of self preservation. He becomes fixated on things and is prone to destructive habits. He's terribly inquisitive and impulsive and has a tendency to run off half-cocked with disastrous consequences. However, he's also fairly kind, on a good day- generous when he has anything of substance with which to share. He is a friend to all those down on their luck, because that's usually where he spends his most of his time. 

Ethics/Beliefs:
     Life has kicked him to the curb a time or two, but Miles aims to kick life right back, preferably in one of the softer-more vulnerable spots. He's not afraid to fight dirty. The way he sees things, you have to give as well as you get- and then some if you want to make anything of yourself in the world. Miles' has got a stubborn streak a 'mile' wide, and doesn't know when to let well enough alone or when to quit. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going- or the not so tough get their ass kicked, slink home to lick their wounds, and get them next time.

Recently however, life's been dishing out the hurt a lot more than he can take, and it's starting to take its toll. He's starting to think deep thoughts about life, those 'what does it all even mean, what's it even matter' thoughts.  Ever the cynical hypocrite, he's hoping Lady Luck will smile on him once more, and give him something that makes it all worthwhile again.  

Or at least bail him out just one more time.

Occupation/Talents: 
    Being a detective is one of the best and worst things to happen to Miles. It allows him to indulge his natural curiosity and his obsessive hounding for answers to the best of his ability. He'd be good at his job too if it weren't for the fact that it gets him into more trouble than out of it. That and he has a real problem with authority. It doesn't matter if the Powers that Be said to leave well enough alone, he's gonna chase his leads to the bitter end come Hell or highwater. He is in real danger of losing his job.

Gambling, could be considered another one of his 'talents' if you use the term loosely. Along with smoking it is his favorite vice, other than the fact that he only seems very good at loosing. From instinct alone he can always seem to find where money is flowing and the stakes are high- whether thats a high class casino or a back alley dive he'll find it without fail.  

Heart's Desire:
    In danger of losing his job, having gambled himself into bankruptcy for the third consecutive time, having been kicked to the curb by life, love, and even from the sanctity of his tiny flea ridden apartment home- Miles is getting tired of it all and right now, he'd really like to catch a break. Have lady luck return his calls for once. Or really, just for some Hope in a bleak world turned cruel... something to make it all worth while.      

History:
    Miles' history is full of gambling and bad decisions. Frankly the best decision he ever made was becoming a Detective, which keeps him on the right side of the law- usually. It's been pretty much all downhill from there. His employers are finding him to be more trouble than he's worth, and the threats towards sacking him are gaining teeth. After gambling away what little money he made for the third time in a row, his old flame Darla dumped him like yesterday's news. Quite literally, chucking his meager things onto the side of the curb and out of their tiny apartment. All attempts at reconciliation have been snubbed- and he's been living out of his office until now.