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samuraiprosecutor ([personal profile] samuraiprosecutor) wrote2014-08-02 10:01 pm
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Miles Edgeworth
Age: 25
Canon: Ace Attorney
Canon Point: Post Phoenix Wright: Justice for All
Character Information: Edgeworth at the Ace Attorney Wiki and at Court-records.net.


Personality: Few people truly know Miles Edgeworth. While his public face is famous (not to mention infamous), it is only the tip of a deep, craggy iceberg.

If you were to ask Edgeworth’s colleagues and professional acquaintances for their assessments of his character, you might hear tales about the Demon Prosecutor. Edgeworth was raised by Manfred von Karma from the age of nine. To Edgeworth, the man seemed a savior, a replacement father figure, a god to worship and serve. To von Karma, Edgeworth was nothing more than a target for his obsessive quest for vengeance. Von Karma’s meticulously laid plans involved isolating Miles, corrupting him into the antithesis of his true father, raising him to dizzying heights, and finally snatching the chair out from under him, leaving him to hang on the noose that Miles (with von Karma’s careful guidance) placed around his own neck. Von Karma was a master manipulator with a willing subject; the result was a hard young man who distrusted nearly everyone but the one person actively working to destroy him.

At that point in his life, Edgeworth had few people he could (or would) claim as friends. To please his overbearing mentor he struggled to keep all signs of ‘weakness,’ including overt emotions, tightly locked away and would let no one interfere with his single-minded determination to win his cases. His methods were brutal, and at the very least they skirted the bounds of ethics that should govern all lawyers. Everything he did seemed to be in service of three goals: earning his mentor’s approval, taking vengeance on criminals for the crime committed against his father, and punishing himself for the hand he may have played in his father’s murder.

Edgeworth has been lauded as a genius prodigy, belittled as a young upstart far too big for his (probably frilly) britches, and at times even dismissed as merely a pretty boy. The most charitable of his professional associates might have admired his results while jokingly wondering whether he was even a human being at all, instead of some automaton powered solely by a work ethic that danced merrily over the line into compulsive obsession. The rest distrusted him as much as he distrusted them. Whispers of his unethical and possibly illegal methods dogged his steps throughout his early career, and he only encouraged them by winning every case he took on. Statistically speaking, the probability of all of those defendants actually being guilty was extremely low.

Edgeworth did his best to ignore all of those inconvenient 'distractions.' While others assumed his stony demeanour was indicative of a hard heart, in reality he feared if he allowed in the first stirrings of doubt his fears and weaknesses would overcome him, swaying him from his path. After all, it was his job to find every defendant guilty. He trusted the police to bring him the right man, and besides, even if they weren’t guilty of the crime in question (which he wouldn’t ever admit to himself), surely they were guilty of something.

His mentor would accept nothing less than a perfect outcome to every trial. Edgeworth desperately wanted to repay his charity by living up to his impossible standards, so he pursued every guilty verdict with an obsessive fervor. The ‘dirty’ tactics of the defense attorney that had freed his father’s killer helped him to further rationalize the use of Manfred von Karma’s questionable tactics. Eventually the whispers became shouts, trumpeted in legal and local periodicals that made their way into the hands of Edgeworth’s childhood friend, Phoenix Wright.

That was the beginning of the end for Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth.

For a long time, he resisted Wright’s efforts. Countless attempts at contact were left unanswered, and when Wright finally showed up to face him in court, his every attempt to open a line of communication was immediately rebuffed. Fear and uncertainty could not be allowed the smallest foothold in Miles’ heart, lest he prove himself to be as imperfect as von Karma had often said he was.

Miles Edgeworth may be one of the most stubborn people alive. Fortunately for him, Phoenix Wright has him beat. Wright handed him his first defeat in court. The blow nearly turned Edgeworth’s entire world upside down, and soon his meticulously constructed armor began to chip and crack. The doubts he feared above all else slowly crept in to his heart. His unflappable facade kept slipping, and the snarky jibes he always wielded like weapons kept giving way to uncharacteristic outbursts of shock, rage, and dismay.

But through it all, Wright refused to yield. He was determined to repay his friend for a childhood act of kindness. He would show Edgeworth the error of his ways or he would die trying. Soon Edgeworth was questioning the guilt of the defendants. He was working to unravel lies in court, even when the lies were the only things holding his case afloat. He was helping the defense. If Wright had more time, he may have succeeded in single-handedly ‘corrupting’ him, but time was in short supply for Edgeworth. The fifteenth anniversary of his father’s murder approached, and with it, the culmination of von Karma’s plans for revenge. Edgeworth was accused of the murder of the defense attorney who had freed his father’s killer, and his topsy turvy world came crashing down on his head.

That was the lowest point in Edgeworth’s life. With von Karma prosecuting his case, he knew he had already lost everything: his career, his freedom, whatever respect his name once held, and eventually, his life. All of the whisperers who had desired his downfall were circling. The few people he had thought were allies had turned their backs on him, and the one man he trusted implicitly was going to be the one to throw him to the wolves. Wright was the only one to offer him help; Edgeworth asked if he had come to laugh at the fallen prosecutor then turned him away. Though Wright persisted, he stubbornly continued to refuse Wright’s help, partially out of pride, partially because he had no faith in the rookie lawyer, but also out of concern for this man who had done nothing but cause him to hurt and doubt himself. Despite his best efforts, Miles Edgeworth still had a disappointing amount of compassion for others.

Edgeworth only agreed to accept Wright’s defense when his former friend was able to scrounge up a surprising amount of evidence on his own. Seeing that Wright was going to keep trying with or without his permission, and knowing he had nowhere else to turn as no lawyer would dare to challenge Manfred von Karma (at least not for the sake of a disgraced prodigy that had already torn most of the defense attorneys to shreds in court), he grudgingly placed his life in Phoenix Wright’s hands and prepared for the worst.

The trial was agonizing for the entire defense. The whole time they were on the edge of disaster, but Edgeworth endured it all with the same stony, emotionless mask he had cultivated through years of von Karma’s manipulation and abuse. He didn’t start to break down until victory seemed within reach and the focus changed to DL-6, the case that cost him his father. Driven by the guilty conscience that had hounded him for fifteen years, he confessed that he believed it might have been him who killed Gregory Edgeworth. Almost nightly he had been plagued by nightmares of the terrible time they spent trapped in the elevator, which left him orphaned with nothing to claim as his own but a devastating and shameful fear of earthquakes and elevators. In those nightmares he threw the bailiff’s gun to stop the man and his father from fighting. Every night he heard the explosion in the dark. Every night he was reminded of who might really be responsible for his father’s death. He couldn’t fight his self-doubt any longer. He had to confess, because it was the right thing to do and the only thing that could possibly bring him peace.

Of course Wright, in his occasionally blind and unshakable devotion, refused to accept Edgeworth’s confession. He pushed Edgeworth to his limits on the stand and tore through the contradictions one by one until the identity of the true culprit emerged. Manfred von Karma--the man who raised Miles in his own image and treated him like a son (for what Manfred’s fucked-up brand of parenting is worth), the man who made sure Miles had no one else he could trust--had killed Gregory Edgeworth over a simple court penalty and an accidental gunshot wound to his shoulder. After a grueling few days, Edgeworth was finally exonerated of his presumed sins.

The defense celebrated that night. Even Edgeworth expressed his gratitude in his own, awkward way, but his suffering was far from over. He had been betrayed by the man he loved like a father. He had been shown his entire career, his reason for living, was a lie. In his next case against Wright he struggled to reconcile his past with his future. He faced official reprisal for unknowingly presenting forged evidence in court. He found that his own trial and von Karma’s defeat had not silenced the whispers; if anything, they had only gotten louder. Disgusted with himself and the career he had led, he wrote a letter of resignation, but he decided to see the case through to the end. He showed incredible courage throughout the trial, refusing to back down in the face of an almost undefeatable opponent, and took steps towards learning to rely on his trust for Wright. But when the trial concluded he was still left with too many questions he couldn’t answer.

Damon Gant had told Edgeworth it was only a matter of time before he understood the truth. If you want to fight the darkest elements of humanity, sometimes you have to stoop to their level. Sometimes the ends have to justify the means. It’s not possible to keep your hands clean if you want to put away all of the people who deserve it.

At the end of Rise from the Ashes, Edgeworth left a note in his office that read, “Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death.” He doesn’t resurface until a year later, when he rides in on his white horse (or rather, his flashy red sports car) to help Wright against Matt Engarde and Shelly de Killer. He seems oblivious to the reasons Wright might have for being furious about his shocking and devastating method of leaving. Their reunion is rocky at first, but by the end of the case they have found their rightful places, smirking at each other across the courtroom as they work together to find the truth.

Here we see the evidence of Edgeworth’s dependent personality. All of his life is spent adhering to the guidance of someone he trusts above all others. Perhaps he’s subconsciously trying to recapture the complete self-assurance of his childhood, when he was so certain of what his life was going to be and secure in his knowledge of right and wrong. Perhaps he’s only searching for something to fill the absence his father’s death left. Whatever the cause, he transferred his unconditional devotion to von Karma at the age of nine, and fifteen years later he finds a new, more worthy target in Phoenix Wright. Wright serves as a constant reminder of the man Gregory Edgeworth wanted his son to be. Whatever soul-searching he did after he ran away was centered around his father and Wright, the two most important positive influences in his life. Now he’s returned to impart the truth that he found. He shows Wright that the true goal of prosecutors and defense attorneys should always be the truth, no matter how painful it may be. Both counsels are necessary to reach this end. The zen guru of the court has come into his own, and now he’s ready to bring Wright up with him.

The reputation of the Demon Prosecutor--which Edgeworth had been building, intentionally and unintentionally, from the beginning of his career--was vast. It overshadowed his efforts to change, and by the end of the second game he has barely begun to distance himself from it. He still faces doubt and mistrust from all sides, but he knows now what path he’s meant to take, and nothing will be allowed to sway him from it.

The people that Edgeworth has helped over the years paint a very different picture of him. People like Lana and Ema Skye and Detective Gumshoe know that he is a man one can trust with their life. True, in some ways he is still the Demon Prosecutor. His acerbic, arrogant courtroom manner has not changed in the least. He still docks his subordinate’s pay over every failure. He’s still a workaholic who pursues the truth with a single-minded doggedness that at times borders on an unhealthy obsession, and he still refuses to soften his blows. During the Engarde trial he brings up Adrian Andrews’ previous suicide attempt, saying, “I don’t care if this witness wants to die, but I will get the truth out of her now.” He has a tendency to project his own self-loathing onto others, holds everyone else to the same impossibly high standards he still holds for himself, and often becomes defensive or lashes out when he’s embarrassed or ashamed of himself. Some part of him is always tense and ready for the inevitable moment when people start to mock him for his foolishness.

But above all else, Miles Edgeworth is a good man. There are people who can tell you tales of his quiet kindness, his compassion for others, his protectiveness over the people he cares about. Maya and Pearl Fey might tell you that a man who loves tokusatsu shows like The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo and The Pink Princess: Warrior of Little Olde Tokyo can’t be all bad. Many of his professional colleagues and witnesses would praise him for his thorough, highly logical approach to investigation (there’s a bit of a joke in fandom that all of the defense attorneys have their secret weapons--Phoenix’s magatama, Apollo’s lie detecting bracelet, the super hearing that allows Athena to hear the voices of people’s hearts--and Edgeworth’s vaunted ‘super power’ is logic). The people he’s helped know that he will stop at nothing to do whatever needs to be done. All of the energy he once devoted to vengeance has been channeled back to his original path, and his sole focus in life is now to help make the world a better place.

One can’t get a completely comprehensive picture of Miles Edgeworth without taking his most important relationships in to account. His sister and his savior have earned access that no one else is granted. They know the weaknesses he’s afraid to let others see. If you want to really understand Miles Edgeworth, you have to meet the Miles Edgeworth they know.

Franziska von Karma is her father’s daughter, through and through. She treats Edgeworth (her considerably older “little brother”) harshly, as one might expect, and in contrast to how he interacts with every other person in his life, he takes all of her abuses in stride. Presumably he learned to accept her behavior early on, whether out of respect for or fear of angering her father, uncertainty over his own position as an outsider in their family, or a desperate need for some semblance of companionship to replace at least a fraction of everything he had just lost. Perhaps his grudging tolerance of Larry Butz’ antics served as a precursor to his generally passive attitude towards his adoptive sister.

Whatever the case, Franziska has remained a consistent, surprisingly softening element in his life. From the start she served as the only Manfred-approved outlet for all of Miles’ affection and trust. In spite of her caustic attitude, she was still far more responsive to it than her father would ever be. She and Miles share a deep understanding and a language all their own. As they grow out from under Manfred von Karma’s oppressive shadow (with Miles leading the way as Franziska feels he always has, forcing her to constantly struggle to keep up), the bond between them grows closer. They’ve been through a tragic upbringing together, the details of which no one else will ever fully know or understand. They are comrades in arms as well as siblings. Franziska gets to see parts of Miles that he won’t share with anyone else. She’s the most privy to his ‘weaker’ side. She knows how much he craves approval from the people he admires, how sentimental he can be, and how soft his heart really is. She knows he is not a true von Karma—cold, calculating, and impossible to dissuade from one’s path with petty tricks like ‘facts’ and ‘compassion’—and she never misses an opportunity to mock him for it.

For his part, Edgeworth is not afraid to pay her back in turn. Yes, he’ll take the frequent whippings and denouncements of his foolishness in stride. However, he refuses to back down from telling people when they’re following the wrong path, and his sister is no exception to that rule. In the conversation they have just before she flies back to Germany right after the Engarde trial, he tells her that a prosecutor should not fight for honor or personal pride and cautions her to think deeply on what she should be striking down with her whip. When she says she’s been following in Miles’ footsteps all her life and can’t simply throw away everything she is, he tells her that he doesn’t intend to stop pursuing the prosecutor’s path, implying their relationship is at an end if she won’t follow it with him. If he felt betrayed by not having her support against von Karma, he gives no sign of it. Likely he understood he could never expect to claim her loyalty over her own father, and perhaps a part of him believed at that point that he deserved to be abandoned. But now he won’t allow her to make the same mistakes her father did. He’s extremely protective of his sister in his own way, and wants her to grow into the brilliant lawyer he knows she can be. Their relationship helps both of them to become better (or at least slightly better adjusted) people.

And then there is Phoenix Wright. While Edgeworth’s relationship with Franziska may seem strange from an outsider’s perspective, his relationship with Phoenix may be the most incomprehensible. Edgeworth and Phoenix (or Wright, as he addresses him throughout the series, always maintaining that veneer of professionalism and distance as he does with most people) may not even fully understand their own bond. A primary focus of all three of the games in the original trilogy is their ever-evolving relationship.

Wright has known Miles longer than anyone else in his life (save Larry, who never really understood Miles as well as Phoenix did). He knew Miles as an earnest, driven boy who idolized his father and always held himself to high standards. He remembers the kid who was became a sobbing mess over his inability to make an origami crane (Edgeworth later reveals that he continued practicing until he could produce a perfect quarter-inch paper crane every time). Miles was determined, perhaps a bit too hard on himself, and would always stand up for those who couldn’t fight for themselves. It was that determination that brought them together, when Miles rescued Phoenix from the persecution of their classmates. The short months they spent together as children changed both of their lives. Phoenix chased that little boy for years and refused to ever give up hope that he still lived, buried deep inside the broken, corrupted man that von Karma made out of Edgeworth. Through his influence, trust, and love without bounds or demands, he hopes that little boy that he remembers will eventually surface. Until then, he will always be delighted to catch little glimpses of him in the softening of Edgeworth’s hard glare or the fire that fills his eyes when they’re closing in on the truth.

From the early stage of their reacquaintance Edgeworth complained that Wright filled him with “unnecessary feelings.” At times he resents the talent Wright has for ferreting out the deepest, darkest parts of his heart, but he learns to rely on his friend to provide an outlet for self-reflection. Wright knows Edgeworth’s secret insecurities and his complicated feelings surrounding his father better than anyone else. He has seen Edgeworth at his absolute lowest, his highest, and everything in between. In time, Edgeworth learns to let down some of his closely held barriers for Wright. After all, the man’s just going to barge his way in if he doesn’t. Wright serves as his evidence that it’s all right to be weak at times, as long as you have strong friends you can rely on. He proves that Edgeworth can still place his trust in people without fear, though Edgeworth will never again be able to place his trust without making very sure the target is worthy of it. Wright is his compass when he’s lost his way, and Wright is the guy with his foot firmly wedged in the door to his heart that Edgeworth desperately wants to close sometimes. With Wright’s help, Edgeworth may someday look around and realize he has built a legacy he can be proud of.

And that is Edgeworth in a very big nutshell. He’s a stoic man of principles, an ice queen with a soft, nougaty, sometimes goofy center. His hard exterior is, to some degree, an act meant to protect him from being hurt yet again. If you can crack it, you begin to see that there’s an insecure, socially awkward, emotionally stunted man underneath, who craves connections but is constantly afraid of fucking them up. He inspires strong feelings in others; they’re not always positive, but the people who do love and admire him will always be staunch defenders of his good heart and sharp mind. Now that he has found his purpose in life, he will never stop pursuing it. He will dedicate himself to protecting others and making the world a better place.


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