Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan

STATS/DESCRIPTION

Name: Miles Vorkosigan / Admiral Naismith (either way, "Miles" is fine)
PB: Burn Gorman. Yes, this is the same actor as Hermann Gottlieb. I'm perfectly fine with the two characters being mixed up as long as Hermann's player is too.
Height: 4'8"
Build: Slim and rather crooked. He has a visible hunchback and metal braces on his legs. Due to his fragile bones, he's even lighter than he looks.
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Gray
Age: 20, but looks a bit old for his age. Could be anywhere from 20 to 30 just looking at him.
Other: Miles is covered in a plethora of surgery scars from head to toe, mostly centered around his bones. Due to the teratogenic damage he suffered, his bones are extremely brittle and break even with a small amount of pressure.

Also, despite what he says, Miles is NOT a clone. Anyone who has the scientific knowhow to detect that is free to call him on that particular bluff. In general, assume that Miles is a reasonably smooth liar (though anyone is welcome to see through him whenever they like).

OOC

backtagging: Hell yes! I also encourage poking me for tags because I tend to wander off sometimes.
fourthwalling: Yyyyyyes but only in vague terms. Don't spoil future books unless you're a castmate, and don't give him his life story in the first thread.
offensive subjects: Probably nothing.

IC

hugging this character: Go for it! Miles likes hugs.
kissing this character: And he definitely likes kisses. :3
flirting with this character: Prepare for flirting back.
fighting with this character: Yes, totally! Be advised that any remotely decent hit will break something. This is normal for him. We can play it however you want, though - serious pain or a comedic "oh fuck not again."
injuring this character: Oh yes, I expect this this to happen constantly.
killing this character: Yes, but warn me first so I can clear with CR.
using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Hahahaha oh yes. Two warnings though: Miles canonly resists interrogation extremely well and will recite Shakespeare in his head at you if he thinks you're listening, and b) he has a telepathic link to Gregor Vorbarra! This is fairly obvious to any telepath peeking in.

[ Miles Vorkosigan cuts an unusual figure even under the most extraordinary circumstances: tiny and somewhat hunchbacked, his curved spine obvious even beneath his custom-cut Imperial Security green military uniform. Unless you're bitty like him (and he's met few adults below his height of 4'8"), he likely comes up to your shoulder or a little lower.

There is, however, a manic energy to the man that makes him fill up more than his physical space. Sharp, penetrating gray eyes take in the world around him as great refreshing gulps of information. Depending on the situation, he may be taking in you as well. ]

A - Canon

[ In his case, you suddenly find yourself in an empty and rather old-fashioned looking house. Old-fashioned except for the high tech consoles installed in various areas, anyway, and if one looks out the window a relatively sci-fi-esque view can be seen interspersed with vaguely Russian architecture. Miles looks up, startled by your sudden appearance. ]

I'm sorry, have we met?

[ In other words, how the hell did you just waltz into the Vorkosoigan House without him being alerted by the guards? Visiting his father or mother, maybe? That's the only thing coming to mind. ]

B - Mask or Menace

[ Staring, Miles can deal with. It's depressingly normal and almost comforting, given the circumstances. But having people approach him like some kind of celebrity is damned unsettling. It feels like some awful combination of being both Lord Vorkosigan and Admiral Naismith at the same time ... which is technically true, but he's not enough at ease with himself to cross those wires just yet.

Speaking of which. He fixes a brilliant smile on his face as his confident swagger threatens to knock over anyone within a five meter radius of him. The space operatic Admiral Naismith persona in full force and practically spilling over. After all, when faced with a wall, Miles tends to charge right the hell on through. First obstacle to be defeated: finding out what the hell is going on and why his head is feeling strangely full all of a sudden.

He's about twenty or so, though with a face like his he could be anywhere between early twenties and early thirties. The tell-tale import barcode flickers at his wrist; he hasn't quite realized what that means for himself or anyone else. In a remarkably flat, pseudo-American accent: ]

You know, I think I've gotten myself lost. Any chance you're more familiar with this place?

[ Heropa is where he's come out first, but by now he could be in any of the Porter cities. ]