Personality: For four years, many defense attorneys feared the name Miles Edgeworth - a name synonymous with underhanded tactics such as faking evidence, twisting testimonies and withholding vital information. Add his imperious disposition, his relentless campaign for guilty verdicts and his overflowing hatred for crime, and you have a most formidable opponent in the courtroom, a man with extraordinary intellectual gifts who will pull the rug from under your feet shortly after you come to the conclusion that he is a courteous, if icy, gentleman. He always knows how to win a case, and has kept a spotless record ever since becoming a prosecutor at the age of 20. After all, putting criminals behind bars was the only thing that mattered. Ever since his father, the revered defense attorney Gregory Edgeworth, was murdered and the supposedly lone suspect was cleared of guilt, Miles deviated from his father's path and chose the exact opposite, out of revenge and his own selfish goals. He also started prosecuting partly to punish himself; because of a nightmare that haunted him for fifteen years. It was a nightmare of a murder...of accidental patricide.
But his life began to take another turn when he ran into his old friend. Phoenix Wright, then a rookie, proved to be more than a match for Miles, and this obstinate and determined defense attorney who believed in his clients demolished the prosecutor's perfect record - and stood by him when Miles found himself in the defendant's chair, accused of murder. He soon began to trust in Phoenix, who worked toward a complete acquittal and also uncovered the secrets of the DL-6 incident, in which Gregory had been killed and the possibility of Miles ending his father's life was demolished once and for all. Miles now reconsidered the road he had taken...the road to guilty verdict after guilty verdict. Confused and unsure, Miles would disappear after a case in which he and Phoenix managed to cooperate to prove the defendant's innocence, "choosing death".
The death would turn out to be merely the death of his former self, which had been molded by despair and revenge. Miles returned after a year as a new man after deciding that his job, as a prosecutor, was to expose the truth and work hand in hand with the defense. He was placed on the side of court that doubted people as part of the greater plan to discover the truth and come to the correct verdict. Perfection was the furthest thing in his mind now, and he began working more actively with others to secure justice.
But some things remained the same. Miles is still as sharp and as intimidating (though he usually doesn't mean it this time, he will utilize this tactic if he must) as ever, always managing to notice things some people don't. Despite his encounters with the world of spirit channeling, he maintains that he is a man of logic and science, skeptical to believe in such things like magical items that unveil secrets in people's hearts. He still considers evidence very important - but for different reasons; this time, for unlocking the truth. Though he doesn't show it, he is genuinely concerned for his comrades (most of the time) and will do what he can for them - but isn't so impulsive as to make snap decisions that will do more harm than good. However, he retains a proud streak and never takes mistakes lying down, especially when he believes that he made those mistakes and when they have a huge impact on the situation. He will wish he was stronger, because strong men don't faint and give in to their phobias during a huge earthquake, but what he doesn't realize is that he is already strong in so many other ways, especially when he faces witnesses and criminals inside and outside the courtroom.
Miles remains formal and uptight as ever, not exactly a huge fan of fun, but if they knew him better, they would know that he has a hidden fanboy side, which is about as hidden as that more concerned side that wishes people weren't so impulsive. Despite this concern, his isolated upbringing and education following the DL-6 incident have given him little in the way of social interaction. He can be professional even beyond professional premises and circumstances. He can be frank at times to the point of sounding a little hurtful (the truth hurts, really), and his piercing sarcasm is something to be reckoned with, but his intentions are noble and after "choosing death", he has finally understood the importance of teamwork. Of course, that doesn't mean he'll be partying hard after every court victory from now on or mingling with all the folks who pass him by. He is far too much of a workaholic to do that; he is very passionate about his work and what he has committed himself to do.
Miles remains dedicated to his study of the law and has shown his unparalleled diligence time and again (it has been mentioned that he studies foreign legal systems and is often abroad, possibly either to further his additional education or for business matters; not only that, he claims to have prosecuted in other countries) and is determined to use it for the sake of the truth, and for the sake of others. Even if all hope seems lost and all his arguments have been rebutted, he will keep on trying to find that one nook or cranny he has yet to inspect, or that one angle he has yet to examine. He is not one to back down and throw in the towel. Because if he does, or if he commits one mistake in piecing all his information together, the truth will forever be lost.
Abilities: Miles doesn't have any supernatural powers whatsoever, although his grasp of logic, to some characters, is supernatural. It comes with being dubbed a genius prosecutor, earning his badge at the age of twenty, keeping a perfect win record for four years, and lawyering for six. But he does not stop at mastering the legal system he is used to and the law he employs in his work. He has pursued studies in foreign legal systems as well, and has prosecuted in five different countries. Presumably, this connotes knowledge of other languages apart from English. Having spent his studies in prosecution in Germany, he can also speak German.
Even the way he presents himself in the courtroom can be intimidating. Imagine staring down a prominent prosecutor who has earned his laurels, and who enters with his head held high, an icy stare and an entire arsenal of sarcasm, comebacks and arguments, who will not back down until the truth has been revealed in its entirety, who will not hesitate to put suspicious figures on the spot to obtain the information (or the confession) he has been searching for. Granted, he probably no longer intimidates people as much these days, but sometimes they still cower anyway, and some criminals can just be so stubborn that you would have to pull out all the stops to make sure the truth doesn't slip away.
He's sharp and not a lot of things escape his notice. Not only that, he deduce connections and conclusions with only the data he has on hand. Miles can take the pieces of a case and put them together like a jigsaw puzzle, filling in the gaps with the explanations and inferences he draws from careful examination of the facts he has on hand, and the logical possibilities. And not only can he construct his arguments, he can also deliver them well, showing that even the least plausible possibility remains exactly that - a possibility, which can then be confirmed with irrefutable evidence.
He has been into speech ever since he was in elementary school, having won awards for it as well as essays, golf and playing the flute then. Besides knowing how to play the flute, he has also mentioned knowing how to play the piano. The game also hints at Miles' interest and proficiency in chess (especially in Ace Attorney Investigations 2, where one of the game modes is Logic Chess, where he tries to trip up witnesses using arguments as his "chess pieces" and envisioning the confrontation as a game of chess - the AAI-2 equivalent of Psyche-Locks). Other:
Miles Edgeworth had been about to pull out his organizer to take notes on the documents left with him as well as his strange circumstances in general; after all, it didn't make sense for him to fall asleep in his office and then wake up under a clear blue sky, on a lawn chair, in front of an unfamiliar house. But when he slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his blazer, where he was certain he had placed his organizer, he felt nothing.
He distinctly remembered taking his organizer out from his satchel and keeping it in a pocket for the time being. More out of instinct than anything, the prosecutor began to search the rest of his pockets, the dossier and the colorful set of keys left on the chair he had found himself lying on. The results frustrated him even more.
That was because he had no results. Everything he had in his pockets that day was missing - his wallet, his pen, his real car keys - with the notable exception of his cellphone. Miles gasped, too stunned to believe that even his prosecutor's badge was nowhere on his personage. Sure, he never actually wore it, but it was still an important item - proof of his profession, and sometimes a means of showing people that he truly meant business. Quickly he bent down and looked under the lawn chair, examined the grass in front of the house, and even the driveway where the car which was supposed to be his was parked. Gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes, he refused to let a single patch of dirt or concrete go unchecked.
But when it became clear that his possessions were nowhere to be found, Miles straightened up again and sighed, staring at the documents and keys that he had left on the lawn chair as though hoping his gaze could set them both on fire and retrieve his missing objects. Obviously just because he didn't have his tools of the trade didn't mean he would call this investigation off. Besides, he could always borrow a pen and a piece of paper with which to dissect the lease contract more effectively; surely there was a loophole or a clause he must have missed regarding his odd circumstances. A contract always deserved more than one look.
Still, what was really grating was the loss of his prosecutor's badge. It tugged at him as though a part of him was lost. His forehead was furrowed in worry as he wondered where it could be.
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But his life began to take another turn when he ran into his old friend. Phoenix Wright, then a rookie, proved to be more than a match for Miles, and this obstinate and determined defense attorney who believed in his clients demolished the prosecutor's perfect record - and stood by him when Miles found himself in the defendant's chair, accused of murder. He soon began to trust in Phoenix, who worked toward a complete acquittal and also uncovered the secrets of the DL-6 incident, in which Gregory had been killed and the possibility of Miles ending his father's life was demolished once and for all. Miles now reconsidered the road he had taken...the road to guilty verdict after guilty verdict. Confused and unsure, Miles would disappear after a case in which he and Phoenix managed to cooperate to prove the defendant's innocence, "choosing death".
The death would turn out to be merely the death of his former self, which had been molded by despair and revenge. Miles returned after a year as a new man after deciding that his job, as a prosecutor, was to expose the truth and work hand in hand with the defense. He was placed on the side of court that doubted people as part of the greater plan to discover the truth and come to the correct verdict. Perfection was the furthest thing in his mind now, and he began working more actively with others to secure justice.
But some things remained the same. Miles is still as sharp and as intimidating (though he usually doesn't mean it this time, he will utilize this tactic if he must) as ever, always managing to notice things some people don't. Despite his encounters with the world of spirit channeling, he maintains that he is a man of logic and science, skeptical to believe in such things like magical items that unveil secrets in people's hearts. He still considers evidence very important - but for different reasons; this time, for unlocking the truth. Though he doesn't show it, he is genuinely concerned for his comrades (most of the time) and will do what he can for them - but isn't so impulsive as to make snap decisions that will do more harm than good. However, he retains a proud streak and never takes mistakes lying down, especially when he believes that he made those mistakes and when they have a huge impact on the situation. He will wish he was stronger, because strong men don't faint and give in to their phobias during a huge earthquake, but what he doesn't realize is that he is already strong in so many other ways, especially when he faces witnesses and criminals inside and outside the courtroom.
Miles remains formal and uptight as ever, not exactly a huge fan of fun, but if they knew him better, they would know that he has a hidden fanboy side, which is about as hidden as that more concerned side that wishes people weren't so impulsive. Despite this concern, his isolated upbringing and education following the DL-6 incident have given him little in the way of social interaction. He can be professional even beyond professional premises and circumstances. He can be frank at times to the point of sounding a little hurtful (the truth hurts, really), and his piercing sarcasm is something to be reckoned with, but his intentions are noble and after "choosing death", he has finally understood the importance of teamwork. Of course, that doesn't mean he'll be partying hard after every court victory from now on or mingling with all the folks who pass him by. He is far too much of a workaholic to do that; he is very passionate about his work and what he has committed himself to do.
Miles remains dedicated to his study of the law and has shown his unparalleled diligence time and again (it has been mentioned that he studies foreign legal systems and is often abroad, possibly either to further his additional education or for business matters; not only that, he claims to have prosecuted in other countries) and is determined to use it for the sake of the truth, and for the sake of others. Even if all hope seems lost and all his arguments have been rebutted, he will keep on trying to find that one nook or cranny he has yet to inspect, or that one angle he has yet to examine. He is not one to back down and throw in the towel. Because if he does, or if he commits one mistake in piecing all his information together, the truth will forever be lost.
Abilities: Miles doesn't have any supernatural powers whatsoever, although his grasp of logic, to some characters, is supernatural. It comes with being dubbed a genius prosecutor, earning his badge at the age of twenty, keeping a perfect win record for four years, and lawyering for six. But he does not stop at mastering the legal system he is used to and the law he employs in his work. He has pursued studies in foreign legal systems as well, and has prosecuted in five different countries. Presumably, this connotes knowledge of other languages apart from English. Having spent his studies in prosecution in Germany, he can also speak German.
Even the way he presents himself in the courtroom can be intimidating. Imagine staring down a prominent prosecutor who has earned his laurels, and who enters with his head held high, an icy stare and an entire arsenal of sarcasm, comebacks and arguments, who will not back down until the truth has been revealed in its entirety, who will not hesitate to put suspicious figures on the spot to obtain the information (or the confession) he has been searching for. Granted, he probably no longer intimidates people as much these days, but sometimes they still cower anyway, and some criminals can just be so stubborn that you would have to pull out all the stops to make sure the truth doesn't slip away.
He's sharp and not a lot of things escape his notice. Not only that, he deduce connections and conclusions with only the data he has on hand. Miles can take the pieces of a case and put them together like a jigsaw puzzle, filling in the gaps with the explanations and inferences he draws from careful examination of the facts he has on hand, and the logical possibilities. And not only can he construct his arguments, he can also deliver them well, showing that even the least plausible possibility remains exactly that - a possibility, which can then be confirmed with irrefutable evidence.
He has been into speech ever since he was in elementary school, having won awards for it as well as essays, golf and playing the flute then. Besides knowing how to play the flute, he has also mentioned knowing how to play the piano. The game also hints at Miles' interest and proficiency in chess (especially in Ace Attorney Investigations 2, where one of the game modes is Logic Chess, where he tries to trip up witnesses using arguments as his "chess pieces" and envisioning the confrontation as a game of chess - the AAI-2 equivalent of Psyche-Locks).
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Miles Edgeworth had been about to pull out his organizer to take notes on the documents left with him as well as his strange circumstances in general; after all, it didn't make sense for him to fall asleep in his office and then wake up under a clear blue sky, on a lawn chair, in front of an unfamiliar house. But when he slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his blazer, where he was certain he had placed his organizer, he felt nothing.
He distinctly remembered taking his organizer out from his satchel and keeping it in a pocket for the time being. More out of instinct than anything, the prosecutor began to search the rest of his pockets, the dossier and the colorful set of keys left on the chair he had found himself lying on. The results frustrated him even more.
That was because he had no results. Everything he had in his pockets that day was missing - his wallet, his pen, his real car keys - with the notable exception of his cellphone. Miles gasped, too stunned to believe that even his prosecutor's badge was nowhere on his personage. Sure, he never actually wore it, but it was still an important item - proof of his profession, and sometimes a means of showing people that he truly meant business. Quickly he bent down and looked under the lawn chair, examined the grass in front of the house, and even the driveway where the car which was supposed to be his was parked. Gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes, he refused to let a single patch of dirt or concrete go unchecked.
But when it became clear that his possessions were nowhere to be found, Miles straightened up again and sighed, staring at the documents and keys that he had left on the lawn chair as though hoping his gaze could set them both on fire and retrieve his missing objects. Obviously just because he didn't have his tools of the trade didn't mean he would call this investigation off. Besides, he could always borrow a pen and a piece of paper with which to dissect the lease contract more effectively; surely there was a loophole or a clause he must have missed regarding his odd circumstances. A contract always deserved more than one look.
Still, what was really grating was the loss of his prosecutor's badge. It tugged at him as though a part of him was lost. His forehead was furrowed in worry as he wondered where it could be.
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