Milles Bergeron

Quartier de l'Olympe
Une nuit après l'explosion
Ce fut en partie un miracle et une chance stupide que Miles Bergeron trébucha à sa porte d'appartement. Le couloir, heureusement vide, il s'est laissé respirer, quoique douloureusement, tout en trouvant ses clés. Est-ce que ce masque était censé nuire à sa vision? Ou c'était des larmes? Miles s'est ébranlé la tête, lui a arraché le masque du visage et a piqué furieusement dans son sac.
Quand il l'a rangé, il a consacré au moins une poche à son portefeuille, ses clés et son téléphone. Tout le reste devrait mal tourner.
Le sceau d'urgence qu'il avait placé sur son corps, engourdissant sa douleur, s'estompait. Le phoque était vieux, une partie d'une cachette de sa grand-mère Civil War jours d'infirmière médicale. C'est probablement la magie qui s'est échappée après ces nombreuses années. Mais bon sang, c'était le mieux qu'il pouvait obtenir actuellement.
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Miles a perdu la face, son sac s'est posé sur le sol alors que la porte s'est déverrouillée et que les secondes ont traîné au fur et à mesure qu'elle commençait à s'ouvrir. Sa mère se tenait devant lui, un mélange stoïque d'inquiétude agonisée, de soulagement et de rage biblique sur son visage.
Si vous me tuez maintenant, j'accepterai de m'extorquer un devoir pour toute l'éternité.
Il risquait d'avaler la salive anxieux qui s'était accumulée dans sa bouche. Un signe de faiblesse, et il était perdu à cause de cela.
"Quoi. " Sa mère a déclaré. Ce n'était pas vraiment une question. Une question impliquait que le destinataire avait la possibilité de ne pas répondre. Ce n'était pas le cas en présence de Claire Bergeron, ses bras pliés. Elle s'est légèrement reposée sur une hanche. Toujours dans ses gommages, elle n'a donné aucune des câlins chauds comme l'impliquent les hippopotames colorés du nuage.
Il a essayé lamentablement.
Allez-y, elle l'a défié. Reposez-vous ensemble.
Je ne suis allé que sur le toit de la tour d'édition de Rivington et... son corps l'a coupé cette fois, en voyant se révolter à l'histoire qu'il a essayé de tisser. La douleur s'est évanouie sur son côté, le sceau s'est usé officiellement et il a commencé à s'en aller. Un grogneur a fini le reste de ses paroles alors qu'il tomba à ses côtés.
La rage maternelle de sa mère a été dépassée par le besoin puissant de protéger ses jeunes. Elle l'a attrapé, mais son yelp lui a crié à l'oreille. C'était douloureux d'une manière qu'il ne s'attendait pas. Elle l'a rapproché et l'a bercé un instant.
"Miles!" Sa voix était sévère, mais remplie d'inquiétude. Elle vérifiait s'il était conscient, et le pressait pour une réponse pendant qu'elle le transportait dans la maison. Bien qu'à peine plus grande dans le cadre que lui, elle était faussement forte. Qu'est-ce que tu as fait?
Il a essayé de répondre, mais tout l'a frappé tout de suite. La fatigue, la douleur, le soulagement et la peur - à quel point était-il vraiment arrivé à mourir!? Tout s'est précipité Miles à la fois, apportant du velours noir d'inconscient dans son remorquage.
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Quand il a ouvert les yeux, il a pu dire qu'il faisait encore nuit. Il était dans son lit maintenant, et a senti ses vêtements Hero disparu. Un début de se lever lui a rappelé son côté et il a paniqué... jusqu'à ce qu'il se rende compte qu'il n'était plus là.
"Oh, n'agissez pas surpris," une voix dit à côté de lui, "vous saviez que je le ferais." Sa mère est venue dans sa chambre, un verre d'eau à la main. J'ai scanné et trouvé une côte fissurée. Une côte cassée! Miles, à quoi tu pensais?
Miles s'est déplacé incomfortablement, cette douleur bizarre d'avant--quand il l'avait entendue yelp--il a encore chié sur lui. J'ai... J'ai... J'ai besoin d'aide.
Sans parler de la tension générale sur votre corps.Elle lui a remis l'eau avant de se tourner vers sa fenêtre de chambre. Je sais que j'ai élevé ton cul noir pour mieux agir que ça. D'avoir plus de sens que ça. Nous avons eu cette conversation, Miles.
Il regarda la feuille sur laquelle il s'était reposé, un sceau d'inscription familier qui y était tissé. Sa mère est à portée de main. Oui, vous êtes tous guéris, bien que j'ai discuté de garder en ordre. Tu n'as pas idée à quel point c'était stupide de ta part, n'est-ce pas?
Sa mère avait toujours peur.
Cette douleur a frappé Miles, mais il a toujours objecté que je n'étais pas stupide!
Comment l'appelleriez-vous, Miles Alexander?La panique dans sa voix a été complètement soufflée maintenant.
J'ai sauvé la vie d'un homme ce soir, maman. Je l'ai fait, lui a dit Miles, souriant malgré le moment. Vous le faites tout le temps.
La figure de sa mère adoucit, et ses paroles ne tenaient aucune colère quand elle parlait à nouveau. "Hun, tu le sais ce n'est pas la même chose..."
Oui, je sais, maman. C'est juste... C'est Miles qui a eu du mal à trouver ses mots. C'est comme ça que vous aidez le monde et sauvez les gens. Et j'ai juste l'impression que... c'est ce que je peux faire, du moins pour l'instant.
J'étais malade d'inquiétude, Miles, chuchotait-elle. Vous ne pouvez pas continuer à me faire ça.
Il le savait, et il s'est senti terrible pour la faire s'inquiéter. Mais qu'est-ce qu'il pourrait faire d'autre?
La vie d'un héros sur la montée n'est jamais simple.
| NAME(S): |
Miles Alexander Bergeron
| NICKNAME(S): |
Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story.​
| ALIAS(ES): |
PsycheOut​
| D.O.B.: |
10/10/2001
| AGE: |
15
| SEX: |
Nope
| SEXUALITY: |
Asexual
| APPEARANCE: |
Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. ​
| ABILITIES/SKILLS: |
Magipsychic Energy Manipulation
On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora.
“Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it.
“Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people.
“Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him.
| BACKSTORY: |
It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does.
’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind.
’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined...
Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time.
’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back.
Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing.  But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way.
’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’
You’re left with you and me.

| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: |
Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected.
| SUPPORTING CAST: |
WIP So Far:
-Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information.
-Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend.
-Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years. 
| REFERENCE POST(S): |
.....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo
| NOTES: |
I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch
Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).