darcy, miles alastair

[mona]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #eeeeee, border: #59b1ba 5px solid; width: 400px; height: 500px;] hey there. the name's MILES ASHER DARCY! i go by REALLY JUST MILES OR DARCY if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am TWENTY SIX & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm HOMOSEXUAL? & that I'm from LONDON, ENGLAND? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, BARTENDING is calling. see ya'! bee tee dubs, i'm a LOCAL. HISTORY, When Abelard Darcy found out that his wife, Heloise, was pregnant, he was ecstatic. There was nothing greater that could have happened in their life at that point; and with the family business blossoming into a corporate wonderland, there would be more than enough luxury for their son, who would soon be coming to the world in just a few short months. There were high expectations already set for the not-yet-born Darcy boy; because he was coming into a family with esteem and dignity, it was obvious that he, too, would be raised in such a manner. He would also take on the family's business, as was expected of him, when Abelard became too old or too tired to take care of it. And on a foggy October morning, Miles Alastair Darcy was born. The majority of his childhood was rather plain, his mornings and afternoons filled with studies and lessons and tutors that his endearingly obnoxious mother fawned over. It was clear to Miles, even at his young age, that he wasn't going to be cut out for the world that his father had planned out for him. Even as time wore on, and he grew into his early teens, the business life that so easily fascinated his father with its glimmer and gold held no allure for him. When he tried to explain this to his father, all Abelard came up with was that he "lacked a certain drive that most Darcy's are born with" and that "he would grow into it eventually; don't fret". Convinced that his father would never be able to accept his involuntary rejection of his predestined path, Miles set out to do what he would come to find he did best - fuck up his own life. He began spending time with the wrong sorts of people. You know, there are always those kinds that your parents tell you to stay away from; well, those were the people that he started enveloping himself with. He found in them a secret world which he had never before taken part of, a world of parties, drugs, and alcohol; it was in this magical world that Miles first discovered his sexuality, and was encouraged to explore it more fully. It was a dangerous sort of seduction this world held, the kind of fascination that a moth might have with a flame, an obsession to be the very worst that would, eventually, lead to his demise. In truth, it was really Miles himself that led to his disowning and the shameful disappearance from England. There were plenty of higher-ups, he knew, that wandered in the same low, dank circles that he did; and somehow, they managed to keep quiet their illegal activities. Miles, however, loudmouthed and boastful, could not keep his nightly activities a secret. And once word got out that the son of the very successful and respectable Abelard Darcy was spending his nights with drugs and alcohol and men, of all things, well - that was last straw for Abelard. Disinterest in the family company he could withstand. Defacing the Darcy name, however, was in itself the greatest crime a man could commit against his own family, and therefore Miles was no longer known as any Darcy of Abelard's kind. The last thing that Abelard ever did for Miles was give him enough money to get out of England and to America. There was no money for starting a new life there; as far as Abelard was concerned, what happened after the plane took off from London was none of his business. Miles, at this point in his life, was approximately twenty four and crazy, so he took his father's punishment and purchased the first plane ticket he could get. And he kept taking planes, too, until the money his father had given him to get out of town had officially depleted. His last plane touched down in New Haven, Connecticut. It was here that Miles resumed the dangerous life with as much as freedom as he had ever done before. He partied, he had sex, he participated in the drugs and alcohol ten times more than he had ever done before. And then he met [LABELLE]. [LABELLE] was everything that he wasn't, and Miles loved him for it. As a general rule, the two were polar opposites; Miles was loud, vulgar, and ready for anything, while [LABELLE] was more than happy to stay at home reading or give himself selflessly to his volunteer work. Miles was quickly and viciously smitten with the other. But despite their initial chemistry (as there was no denying it between them; certainly even [LABELLE] knew) [LABELLE] refused to go into any sort of relationship with him until he got clean and fixed up his life. So that's what Miles has been doing these past years. He's gotten a job, established himself a nice little apartment, and even though he still partakes in the parties and the drugs, he's gotten better. Sort of. PERSONALITY, Loudmouth, vulgar, obnoxious - these are all words used to aptly describe Miles Darcy. People are generally born with a filter, you know, to tell them when to stop talking or stop pushing or just, you know, stop; but because he was raised with whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, Miles has grown up with a sad disregard for people's personal space and intimate possessions. He doesn't really care if the current conversation is making you uncomfortable. In fact, he cares so little that he'll keep the conversation going just to see you squirm. Sure, there's a little bit of sadism in that, but usually the only time he'll actually keep going is if you're hiding some information from him that he really wants to know. So let's face it. If you just give him what he wants, he can really be a sweet guy. Yeah, Miles is a class-A douche. But he's also got some kindness in him. He's sort of romantic, in that awkwardly endearing way, and when the people he loves are in trouble, you can bet he's going to be the first to come to their aid. It's just the way he is. Unfortunately, most of this kindness is colored bitter by the cynical brat that's the forefront of Miles' carefully manicured facade. Used to getting what he wants when he wants it, the general rule is that's how it goes; but when he doesn't get it, he's more likely to throw a fit with that nasty temper of his than ask you nicely one more time. Usually, his temper only flares when he's particularly wasted or going through a withdrawal. And that's the problem with it - he's wasted or going through withdrawal a lot, and so he's more prone to being noisy, rambunctious, and even angry most of the time instead of the sweet guy that he really can be. Now, if he were to stop using the drugs and alcohol for good, his temper would be subdued and he'd be more personable. He just doesn't plan on that happening any time soon. When he's not suffering from a bad attitude, Miles can be quite the charmer. He's always prided himself on having some sort of rugged charm - it's not usually the vulgarity and rudeness that attracts people, you know. He's not really sure where he got it from, since his father has always been the gentle, dapper, debonair type, but there's some gene in him that inhabits a youthful, boyish charm that can be quite endearing, almost like a puppy. He's playful, quirky, affectionate; it's just the addiction that weighs this all down. APPEARANCE, Before, Miles was a bit of a fashionista, especially when he had the money and authority to act as such. He was picky and selective with the clothing he wore. But he always appeared to have good taste in clothes, even if he was a nit-picker and was never satisfied unless it was absolutely perfect. Since his arrival in America, however, and the depleting supplies of his father's money, Miles has had to become a little more thrifty with his shopping. Not necessarily street-savvy, he struggled for his first few years to come up with the funds to buy the clothes that he liked. Eventually, the money went more into booze than it did clothes; even so, he manages to somehow looks mostly put-together when he's sober (or mostly sober), preferring to smart-shop with the help of his more well-done companions. THE ROLEPLAYER, Hello! I'm Mona. c; I've been roleplaying for about 7-8 years now, and I'm super excited to be a part of this site! I'm currently living in America, though I hope to travel the world someday and meet all kinds of awesome people! I love music, dancing/singing in the rain (and the movie, I guess), reading, writing, tumblring, making people laugh, plotting, coming up with stupid ideas, and making friends. I just like to think of myself as a silly, awkward people person who thinks she's super funny. :'D Also I love things that sparkle or are fuzzy. That is all.

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