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Description

His face contains a peculiar beauty as if only by the masculine sense. Smooth-shaven, every line is distinct, and is cut as clear and sharp as if sculpted by the surest of hands. Prolonged periods in sun have tanned his naturally fair skin to a dark bronze as it bespeaks of struggle and battle and adds both to his savagery and his beauty. The lips are full, yet possess the firmness, almost harshness, which is characteristic of masculine lips. The chin, jaw, cheeks are molded with all the fierceness and indomitableness of the male—the nose also. It was the nose of a being born to conquer and command. It just hinted of the eagle beak. It might have been Grecian, it might have been Roman, only it was a shade too massive for the one, and a shade too delicate for the other. And while the whole face was the incarnation of fierceness and strength, the primal melancholy from which he suffered seemed to greaten the lines of mouth and eye and brow, seemed to give a largeness and completeness which otherwise the face would have lacked. As if to offer contradiction his hair is of a more fragile appeal. Sun-bleached locks seemingly float about his face; near the top distorted by a natural spike and the bottom cupped his nearly symmetrical visage. Despite the unwavering masculinity which marrs his countenance, a distinct somberness lines his face; unlike the somber of a warrior but sharing more semblance with one plagued by death and misfortune. At times his gaze could be so fierce men would stumble in their gait, and at others so light you'd question his goliath-like frame. Most of the time his eyes are set in the most melancholic fix. Eyes seemingly transparent albeit resolute are more of a slate gray like that of seafoam or the darkest cloudsesign.

Personality

Miles projects himself as a silent yet confident man to those who observe him. He is calculative in almost all aspects of his life and finds that taking a few moments to entertain an idea is always better than tackling a situation recklessly. He is reserved: seemingly detached from those he's forced to accompany. He possesses a natural charm and a precocity for dealing with individuals making any ill-felt emotion seemingly undetectable to those he finds himself dealing with. He is confident in his skill, but that's not to say he's gone his life unchallenged. No, far from it. Almost dichotomous in nature, at once he is found being calm and almost in the same instance one can find him to be an usual agressor. He harbours an undefineable hate for those viewing themselves as superior, and won't hesitate to bring them down from the clouds. His strength has somehow manifested itself into his disposition creating an air to him that naturally repels those weak minded or easily intimidated.

History

Miles Lafleur (actually born Cameron Gats), an ambitious young man from an extremely deprived family in North Dakota, was born in 1976. His father was a struggling business man who couldn't seem to find himself steady in the work force. This forced him, his mother and two siblings, to lead the lives of modern nomads. Throughout his adolescence he moved all across the states, never truly finding roots to any one lifestyle, and never truly associating himself with any one person. While in his preliminary and secondary years of school he excelled bringing him some fame among his peers who constantly praised him for his achievements both academically as well as on the basketball court where he showed considerable skill.

He despised the imprecations of poverty so much he dropped out of St. Olaf College in Minnesota after only a few weeks because of his shame at the janitorial job he had to take to pay his way. Despite his abhorrence for the fortunate, he began to surround himself with wealthy friends, and those people considered to be "well on their way". His sudden rejection of school prompted his parents to carry an extreme enmity for Miles as they had hoped, even expected, for him to be their ticket out of poverty. At age seventeen he was disowned by his parents, sending him to a level of poverty that would forever change his life.

He managed to make his way east, to Manhattan where he continued his life as a vagrant. It was one day, when he was on the beach, wandering the beach for his next meal, that he spotted the most majestic looking yacht he had ever seen, a couple of miles off shore. The sky and the sea suggested that a terrible storm was brewing, and being acquainted with the sea as he had been, he felt compelled to save the ship and its occupants from the inevitable devastation the storm would bring. Upon rowing out to the yacht he came upon a sleeping Daniel Cody. It was from this point forward that Cameron Gats died and Miles Lafleur was born.

Daniel Cody was a wealthy copper tycoon, who had established himself in multiple fields of illegal trade. For four years, Miles lived under Daniel, always assuming the roles of apprentice, brother, friend, partner, and cabin boy to the wealthy business man. Daniel Cody was something of the father figure he never had: he made it a point to teach miles the ways of the rich and the manner of the elite. Over the course of those four years, Daniel Cody had bred Miles to be his respected predecessor. In 1998, Daniel Cody was poisoned by his mistress after she discovered he was leaving her. Miles was meant to inherit twenty-five thousand dollars, but due to several legal processes he hadn't the education to comprehend, he came out with not one penny. However this loss held no importance for he had came out of the predicament with something more valuable. He had earned for himself a name: Miles Lafleur, and the ideal character to accompany it. He had discovered and built a character wealthy with personality, superior in more aspects of the word than one, but without the means to support himself he was forced to enlist himself into the military.

He found a soldiers' life to be more demanding then he could rightfully imagine. Every single day his body was subjected to the harshest degree of wear and tear until finally he was numb to most forms of physical damage. He trained night and day, but despite this his rise in the ranks was slow and gradual. He carried out on several missions across the globe, and because of his Colonel's recommendation he was directed along a path of sabotage and tactical espionage.


Now at thirty-four he is a retired U.S. Major, and spends his days in the suburbs of Calabasas, CA. Occasionally he is utilized as a private contractor for the forces, and is a popular face on some of the more private missions overseas.

Miles Lafleur's Story