A 27-year-old mint green rose who has worked his whole life to get there.
Miles is a tough, quiet-spoken warrior in personality. He takes any responsibility of his seriously, but he doesn't get involved emotionally very often. He is normally cool and collected and very intelligent, wizened from his years in Borko. Still, he has a strange sense of honor and honesty that causes him to end up in drama anyway, a Hercules-complex, so to speak.
Miles is proficient with just about every weapon, including bow and arrow, broadsword, dagger, throwing knives, etc, but his typical weapon is a scimitar he keeps at his at all waking moments, and three daggers, one in his boot, one at his other hip, and one strapped to his chest, that he keeps under his pillow at night.
Miles was born in the lower middle class area of Borko, not too far from Linthe. At the age of 5, his parents were mysteriously murdered, and Miles, who had been hiding under their bed, was left as an orphan. As per normal, he was forced to wander the streets and find whatever means necessary to survive as a young orphan in the aqueducts, but he was a bit more fortunate than most. A red rose by the name of Pheras, who naturally had a bit of authority, had owed his parents for getting him to his position and scoured Borko before finally finding Miles when he was 7. He took Miles in and began immediately training him to become a rose. Miles worked hard for 20 years, training every day, in order to work his way up to the rank of mint green, where he is now, and he is close to moving up to orange, all due to his own hard work. While he has been ranked towards the top at such a young age, he has worked hard, day after day, to get there.