LT. MILES TIMBER

[miles]

MILES TIMBER

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Miles Gotham Timber
RACE: Human
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 150
BIRTHPLACE: Earth, South Texas

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes
STARFLEET RANK: Lieutenant
MEDICAL RANK: None
STUDIES: Advanced Subspace Geometry, Stellar Cartography, Advanced Hand-To-Hand Combat, Earth History
AREA: Navigation - so I'm guessing Command
OTHER: God-on-Earth (self-given....not actual title)

ATTRIBUTES:
(Optional if Guest) All attributes are ranked from 1 – 10, 10 being absolute understanding and mastery, and 1 being a basic grasp of the skill. Please be reasonable when deciding your attributes, as no person is great at every skill set. The Captain of a ship would most likely have a Leadership of 8 or 9. And an intelligent human would have an Intelligence of 6 or 7, while an intelligent Vulcan would have an Intelligence of 8 or 9. Keep this in mind while deciding. These aren't saying that your character is lower if they have a lower number. There are just races that simply have more experience just by their genetics. So a 3 in any aspect wouldn't be horrible if you were a human, it's average.

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 5
SPEED: 3
LEADERSHIP: 4

UNARMED COMBAT: 7
MELEE WEAPONS: 3
RANGED WEAPONS: 3

PERSONAL
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APPEARANCE:
"Oh, so we're getting personal now? I haven't even asked you to dinner. I guess I'm just gettin lucky." *pause* "Damn lucky."

Miles, for all his arrogance, is really a fine specimen of a human being. He is muscular, toned, fit, with a tan and a rather sculpted body. He walks with a self-possessed strut that shows off his attitude as well as his muscles. He often wears T-shirts or wife-beaters and jeans, as well as boots or sneakers and a jean jacket. He'll wear his uniform when he needs to, but doesn't when he's off-duty as he doesn't like to blend into crowds. He has a tattoo of the caduceus on his chest - representative of the Grecian god Hermes.

As to his looks, he has tousled dark-brown-almost-black hair atop an angular, handsome face. His smile is disarmingly charming and devilish at the same time. His dark brown eyes twinkle with mischievousness, and he secretly plucks his black eyebrows because they have a tendency to get too bushy. His hands are large and strong, while his waist and legs are thin. He is quick on his feet, more of an agile fighter than one to throw his weight around. Don't hit him though - he can be like a rock. He works out and runs on a regular basis.

PERSONALITY:
Miles Timber is often described as 'one cocky son of a bitch.' The simple truth of that is that he is, indeed, a cocky son of a...well he loved his mother so 'bitch' might not be the best idea...but you get it. He is well-aware of his looks and his intelligence, and he does not hesitate to use them to get whatever he wants or whatever he can get with them. This has the side effect of giving him a superiority complex and making him rather arrogant, qualities that many people can't stand about him, but at the same time give him a measure of leadership power. Because while he might be a total jackass, he can and often does know what he's talking about.

Earlier, there was mention of the tattoo on his chest based on the Grecian god Hermes. Now, Hermes was - among other things - the god of travel, a trickster, a liar, and a thief. To say Miles is related to Hermes is not entirely out of the question. Not in the 'Godlike' way, but let's just say Miles is one creepy little trickster. He is brilliant at manipulating people - particularly women - to get things he wants. He can tell a neon-bright lie with a completely straight face. And as to the thievery...ask just about any woman in South Texas what he stole from them (now now now, I meant their hearts...really).

So does Miles Timber have any redeeming qualities? His sister Sky would certainly think not. Most of the women he's met certainly wouldn't. But perhaps a Betazoid might take the hint. Miles is the middle boy of seven children. He's a natural rebel, and might describe himself as a 'lone wolf'. He has touched many, but none can really touch him. He's grown up too used to being independent and thinking for himself to really consider others in the picture. This isn't to mean that he can't consider others - but sometimes he wonders why he needs to. He does know how to treat a lady - while most might think it's all manipulation, Miles does indeed know how to treat a lady and make her feel special. And usually, he means it. Even if his interest in her declines, he still respects her. He does have a quiet side that keeps him studying history (a passion of his), and a fierce drive to prove himself even against someone who is not his adversary (this often comes out in his fighting or the competition he strikes up with Chekov). And of course there is a challenge to any woman out there: Miles does need someone to understand him. He might be an arrogant jerk with a penchant for breaking hearts, but if he finds someone who can make him think she's worth his time, you might tame him.

HISTORY:
The precise middle child of the late and beautiful wife of Matt Timber, Miles came out already fighting the world. He had a great bellowing cry that scrunched up his tiny face for hours, and it took hours for them to calm him down and get him to go to sleep. This rebellious behaviour never truly diminished for the fourth of six Timber boys, so one can only imagine what Miles was like when he hit his 'Terrible Twos'. His favorite word was 'NOOOOO!', and while he actually didn't cry as much, he would cross his little arms and turn into a deadweight statue if he didn't get his way. Life in his eyes was simple: if you don't want to do it, don't. Of course, for a ranch-owning family in south Texas, you basically did what you were told in order to better yourself. Or you got in very big trouble. Belt-buckle-trouble. Sibling-rivalry-trouble. Grounded-with-no-windows-trouble - and Miles established himself at an early age as the exploratory type, so being locked inside with no windows would drive the little boy crazy. Needless to say, he submitted to his father's authority unwillingly. But at least over the years he turned into a hard-working, handsome young man.

When Miles was four, his mother died in childbirth - giving birth, in fact, to three triplet girls. Miles never knew about the triplets. He only became familiar with the last child, the one pulled from his beloved mum's dead body - and he hated her on sight with all the hatred a little four year old can have for a new, unwelcome family addition. His mischievous little mind played tricks on her night and day, and sometimes he even enacted those tricks - stealing her formula or toys, waking her up when she tried to sleep, making faces at her. As they grew older his tricks grew more adult, including rubbing dirt on her clothes and releasing ants into her bed. He got caught multiple times and shouted at, but the true moment he stopped playing tricks on Sky came when he was ten and she was six. While out on the shooting range with his father and Sky, Miles was eagerly learning the phase pistol. Unknown to him, Sky had gotten a hold of another phase pistol - and without hesitation she shot him in the chest. It was an accident, a child playing with a gun, but when Miles woke up and looked into the face of his redheaded sister, outlined by the fire of the sun, he named her the 'demon child' - and has never stopped calling her that.

Around the ranch, while Sky learned how to ride and use weapons, Miles avoided her as much as he could. He became an adequate rider and did well at farm chores, but he also took up a pastime: reading about history. It was a passion he and Sky shared, even though neither of them have actually discovered that. In addition to reading about history, Miles began to seek out physical exercise. Running was fun, but he was a growing young man and he didn't want to only be able to run from fights - particularly fights with his demon-child of a sister. So, he began to spend more and more time learning unarmed combat. While Sky learned how to shoot, Miles learned how to punch, kick, and dodge. The more he learned, the more confident he became, and the more bored he found the every-day life at the farm. Riding horses was fun, but why depend on an animal to have fun? Here is where Hermes made his second little 'appearance' in Miles's life: around the age of fourteen, the boy developed a powerful wanderlust. What had been a fascination and curiosity as a child became a full-blown desire. He began to try to earn his own money so he would be able to travel anywhere he wanted, be it south to the ocean or north all the way to the big cities he often heard about. And slowly, he began to consider the life path of a Starfleet officer. He had heard of them, heard of aliens and space travel, had heard that there was a whole unexplored universe out there. He gradually came to the point that he wanted to be one of the first ones out there, charting a path for others to follow. Staying true to his origins, he didn't really comprehend the idea of leading others - but clearing the way was just as interesting.

By the age of fifteen, Miles was committed to getting into Starfleet Academy. The only thing he pursued with just as much single-minded interest was women. Fit-as-a-fiddle-fifteen-year-old-farmboy? He was losing his gangliness and turning into one hot-looking piece of man-flesh. The girls knew it, and so did he. He had multiple girlfriends at the same time, and gradually earned himself the title of 'man-whore'. The sick thing about it was that most of the girls went for him anyway. So, with life pretty easy in that department, Miles could focus on Starfleet Academy.

Four years before Sky got in to avoid going to prison, Miles took the hard route - taking the admissions test twice and passing it the second time. Miles's father let him go without an argument - in fact, some said that Matt bribed the graders of the test to take the rebellious Miles off of his hands. Of course, Starfleet was not about to 'buy' a cadet - Miles deserved fair and square to get in, and he spent the next four years cultivating each strength he had - his fighting, his passion for history, and his desire to explore. He graduated top of his class in more ways than one, (both in grades and number of women scored), and was assigned to the U.S.S. Sargasso as a navigator. He served for four years aboard the Sargasso before his attitude got in the way. He was transferred to the Enterprise, where he met the one man - or the one boy - who had singlehandedly beat every standard he had set at the Academy. It came as no surprise, then, that he hated Pavel Chekov on sight. Life became even worse when he learned the very demon-child he thought he had escaped was on the Enterprise.

Oh yes...life for Miles Timber took a very drastic turn. And now he has no idea how he's going to adapt.

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Sarabeth
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: 3-4 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: RPG-D
RP SAMPLE:

*warning: this post is graphic*



“Easy now, babe. Let’s talk about this.”

“Talk about WHAT?”

Miles took a deep breath and pushed himself up onto his elbows on the bed. The late afternoon sun glinted across his naked skin, turning him a deep gold. His sex-mussed hair, slightly damp with sweat, clung to his head, and his eyes betrayed none of the emotion his voice was full of.

Across the room, the busty blonde Julie grabbed frantically at her clothes, trying at the same time to hide the curly patch of hair at the juncture of her legs and cover her ample breasts, (which still had small bite marks on them from Miles’s hungry teeth). Her skin glistened with faint sweat as well - truth be told neither of them had had much time to relax from their latest round, as Miles had stupidly left his communicator on and Debra had chosen to call with the sexiest offer he had ever heard just as Julie finished. He had thought that afterglow would keep her too tired to really realize what was going on, but apparently that wasn’t the case. Because now...

His head twitched to the side, the shoe Julie throwing at him nicking the wall beside his head. He sighed and gave a 'are you serious' glare. "Come on now, Julie. I told you we split up months ago because she wanted it too much. She's obviously desperate if she's calling me back now..."

He had to move his head a second time as the second shoe came at him. This time he caught it and picked up the other one, holding them. "You want these?"

"You are a rotten....tiny...prick!" she spat as she came at him, reaching blindly for the shoes. It was too easy. He reached out, snached her arm, and pulled her down on him again, pressing himself to her.

"You weren't screaming that three minutes ago," he purred.

Her face changed slightly and then she spit at him. He twitched slightly and sighed. This one was likely a lost cause. Which was too bad because he had just had the greatest sex in a long time.

"You'll scream it again," he whispered, and tossed away her shoes. She looked after them and hesitated for just a moment. In that moment, Miles slipped his hands to a place on her body and pressed a sensitive area. She reacted exactly as he expected.

And a few minutes later, his words were proven true.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

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