Miles Cooney (Read 356 times)

[Miles Galen Cooney]

Miles Galen Cooney!

Miles is joining us from Portland, Oregon. This twenty year old is going to celebrate his next birthday on January 23rd.He's usually very pensive, soft-spoken, and gentle and is really quite good at listening and blending in. His problem is with taking action. Tsk tsk. Welcome to OF MYTH AND MEN, hun.

full name: Miles Galen Cooney (Thanatos)
celeb face: Colton Haynes
member group: Deities
age: twenty
likes: quiet, cemeteries, apples, cats, and music
dislikes: parties, noise, sharing personal facts, meat, and dogs

personality:

When Miles was younger, people used to think he was mute. Even now, he is taciturn and succinct, responding when spoken to but only when necessary. Despite his tight-lipped tendencies, Miles is not anti-social. He enjoys being around other people, listening to conversations. It could be said Miles is an observer. He rarely gets himself involved in anything, choosing instead to stand back and see how things turn out. In voice and gesture, Miles is very gentle, however his gentleness is often overshadowed by his melancholy gaze. He spends the majority of his time in contemplation, often discussing the happenings of the environment around him with Thanatos. Both he and his deity hold similar beliefs that one should not interfere with the natural course of life. In this, Miles and Thanatos get along quite well, engaging in conversation that would surprise anyone who knew of Mute Miles before his awakening. Finally, if Miles is ever placed into a dangerous situation, he is not incapable of defending himself; however, he relies more upon his assailants harming themselves than he does harming them.

history:
Miles was born to a single mother who found alcohol to be much more interesting than her child's wide-eyed gaze. While she provided him the basic necessities, she was anything but what one might consider a "good parent". By the age of six, Miles was doing most of the housekeeping in their small apartment. He was placed into the foster care system soon after his sixth birthday due to a very concerned landlady and multiple cashiers at the local grocery. Foster care was a bit better than his first home. Miles went to live with several different families. Each had their own short-comings, but Miles never held anything against them. To his young mind, the lack of warmth was something to be expected. He never did connect with any of his foster families. Most of them believed he had a speech disorder or some kind of brain retardation that kept him from speaking. Miles learned to speak around four, but very rarely said anything. Instead, he developed a constant inner-monologue to escape from the conversations around him. Moving around so much, Miles had a very difficult time at school. It wasn't so much the course-work as it was the relationships. He didn't understand why the other children found him strange and unappealing, but he quickly learned his place as an "outcaste". He didn't view it as a social punishment, but rather an opportunity to spend more time with himself, away from the harassment of chores and responsibilities that were often placed upon him at home.
As he grew older, his thought-processes began to mature to the point where he found he actually enjoyed having no friends. It gave him a sort of objectivity, as he had never been one for judgement or anger towards any source of interaction. He was content to be that way. As he aged, his body matured into that of an attractive young man. Simple physical beauty was not enough to throw off the yolk of the "nobody", but some found him to be useful as eye candy and chose to claim him as one might a pair of expensive shoes. The last family he stayed with kept him for his entire four years of high school. They were the Cooneys: an eccentric collection of foster children, adopted children, and two very loud, very jovial parents who took no greater pleasure than the smiles on their children's faces. Well, the smiles and a good couple bottles of wine. Still, they were some of the best people Miles lived with, and he found the company of his "brothers" and "sisters" to be enjoyable. He was the oldest, with four boys, and six girls beneath him. The children all considered Miles to be an adult, rather than one of them. Thus, they tended to ignore him when he was around (something he was very used to).
High school was different. For the first time in his life, he had "friends". Albeit, they were really just a group of popular people who found Miles to be an interesting addition to their posse. They pulled him off to parties, dances, clubs, and anything else they felt like bringing him along on. He was like a trophy: that really attractive, quiet guy. Conversations he was suppose to be involved in often were comprised of "You know him? No way." "Yeah. Isn't he hot?" Which would eventually degrade into laughter about something else or more drinking. Through all of this, Miles remained fairly aloof. He would drink when handed a beer, which would occasionally result in him throwing up in a bucket, but in a way, he found the company of others to be much like his solitary childhood. He still kept his thoughts to himself, very rarely speaking to others, and simply observed what went on around him. Near the end of his high school career, Miles was approached by the head of his groups of "friends". Without too much detail, Miles experienced what it was to be physically intimate with another man. In all honesty, he didn't enjoy it very much and - perhaps due to so many firsts happening around the same time - voiced his displeasure at the whole thing. The fact Miles had said anything, let alone a negative anything, about what happened netted him a waterfall of apologies and questions (most of which Miles didn't answer). He found the whole thing to be tedious and uncomfortable, wishing he had kept his mouth shut. When Miles finally graduated, he quickly removed himself from the group who had begun to notice him more and more. That feeling of being interested in frightened him. He had lived his entire life through the vicariously. There was nothing that he could claim was "Miles". He was, in essence, a collection of everyone else. A mirror.
This husk-like quality may have been the reason he was chosen as the host for the Deity Thanatos. When the immortal's mind merged with Miles', it had very little effect on either mind. In fact, Miles' conscious made room for Thanatos', as if it had been waiting for him. They got along quite well. Neither was very interested in participating in the affairs of humans, and both were content to enjoy the company of the other. Of course, Miles still required basic human needs. He decided to take a job working in a library where quiet was an actual rule, and he could spend his time in happy discussion with his new acquaintance. A few months after his acquaintance with the rebirth of the gods, Miles was found by Hermes and escorted off to the Academy. Now Miles is learning from the past and embracing his new found abilities.

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Hello! My name is Sloth! and i'm excited to be here. I've been roleplaying for about eight years now. Other characters on this site that belong to me are nothing. My time zone is PST, and that's all you need to know about me! Oh, and this is what an average post for me looks like:

"Are you sure you want to do this?"
The words rang sharp and loud against the stone chamber the two figures stood inside. Miles shrugged his shoulders as his eyes carefully scanned the man in front of him. Six feet and three inches weighing around two hundred-twenty pounds mostly in muscle. Confident? Very much so. He drew in a deep breath before settling down into a ready position with hands up to protect his face and knees bent to center his weight. You could easily beat him if you wanted to, you know that don't you, Child?" Miles' eyes moved up and down his opponent's body as the other man readied himself in a like-wise fashion. Your faith in my abilities is flattering, but I fear I may disappoint. I'm no Heracles after all. There was a slight airy laugh in the back of Mile's mind as he flexed his fingers, making his hands into fists. No. No, I suppose not, Child." A small hint of a smile flicked around Miles' lips before the other man lunged forward towards him with a loud and dangerous sounding shout.

Miles had enough time to turn his body away from the punch, allowing the fist to make contact with his shoulder but diminishing the force of the blow as it connected. As the man's eyes moved from his target to Miles' face, Miles let loose an uppercut to the man's throat. The combined momentum of the man's forward motion with the fist's upward force created a very unappealing craking noise. As Miles finished moving out of the way, the man collapsed onto the floor, wheezing and holding his jaw. Miles rubbed his now bruised shoulder as he carefully watched the man on the ground slowly rise. He could see the other man was in pain, but it seemed as if he wasn't about to give up. Especially not to Miles. He let out a quiet sigh as the man charged once more. This time, he was a bit too fact for Miles to dodge. Instead, the fist connected squarely with Miles' stomach. For the first half-second of impact, Miles felt nothing. That feeling was quickly replaced with searing pain and the sudden urge to vomit. As Miles fell to his knees, his assailant removed his fist from his stomach to gloat. "Thah you couh dowh meh wih one hih? This'll tea ya-" Before he could finish, Miles headbutted the other man right between the legs. The following sound that erupted from the other man's mouth was enough for Miles to cover his ears. As the man fell to the floor, a woman entered the room shouting "That's enough. Enough."

Certainly not Heracles, Child. The words were followed by another airy chuckle from the deity of death.

^{this was made by THE ONLY EXCEPTION ! at caution. do not remove this or
i'll have to send my thousand ninjas after you.}

[Zekk the Penguin]