C'est pas vrai.
08:03 PM
Andrews yeux seraient accueillis par un intérieur spacieux, faible éclairage et un parfum attrayant--ce parfum--qui a chatouillé son nez. Le verre de champagne pré-paré avec bouteille d'accompagnement et seau de glace pourrait chatouiller sa fantaisie. Mais hélas, cette odeur lui chatouillerait le nez, lui faisant respirer plus d'arôme. Cuir de peluche (Animal Rights et tout ça, amirite?) serait d'inviter un sentiment instantané de détente donnant au pauvre Andrew aucune chance debout contre le confort. Tenté de s'asseoir et de profiter de la balade et de cette foutue odeur, Andrew respirait plus du sédatif aéroporté, succombant finalement à ses effets.
Frederick le savait pendant qu'il s'arrêtait pour aller chercher l'enfant. C'était sa voiture de luxe. Il s'est spécialisé dans... l'approvisionnement pour les individus discrets. Là où le gamin pensait qu'il allait devait être un événement impliqué, de sa tenue.
Frederick murmura alors qu'il conduisait vers sa destination. Dans son travail, tu as été bien payé. Plus que bien, en fait. Mais, pas pour poser des questions.
Je dois savoir d'où il vient cette chemise.


Ram
10 h 31
Sa peau s'était éblouie d'une brillance ébène éthérée, naturellement lisse et douce. Elle avait une odeur de cacao et de CoCo dans des parties complimentantes, un mélange de doux et corsé. Ils se sont ralliés brièvement, mais intensément, amants pour juste une rencontre. Elle commençait à oublier sa voix et il ne connaissait pas son nom.
Mais néanmoins, elle a faiblement laissé sortir un souffle inhalé. Bonne nuit, alors qu'il fermait la porte de son loft.
C'était une situation idéale pour lui, et Arturo Ramon "Ram" Plateado a laissé son loft d'amoureux mystères avec un sourire irrésistible proéminent sur son visage.
Oh, ça a été une bonne nuit en effet.


Miles
10 h 38
Miles s'est déchiré après la figure, un sourire diabolique sous son capot. Enfin, un peu d'action!La figure était déjà en train de tourner une autre ruelle au moment où Miles a commencé à suivre le rythme, alors il s'est tourné avec elle, plongeant dans l'obscurité d'attente avec l'abandon.
Il tendit la main et pressa Fitz's de s'en sortir, se fermant sur le deuxième niveau d'une échappatoire d'incendie. Se tirant dans un arc, il étendit son autre bras et étirait le bras droit de Fitzs pour prendre un seuil de fenêtre. Il a fait son chemin dans l'allée, en fermant l'écart entre le snacker de la bourse et lui-même.


C'est pas vrai.
22 h 46
Andrew serait probablement réveillé du jostle de ses menottes désactivant. Leur sortie dans le temps a expiré, ils perdent rapidement de l'énergie, le laissant tomber par terre. Ses vêtements formels ont été remplacés par un type de veste et de sous-vêtement renforcé au carbone. Son pantalon était fait du même matériau.
En regardant autour de la zone vide et grande, il trouverait qu'il est le premier étage ouvert d'un bâtiment non descriptif. Seulement une table avec deux petits objets carrés qui semblaient être des téléphones, assis dans la pièce.


Miles
10 h 43
Le snatcher se déplaça rapidement, mais les barrières de l'allée travaillèrent à la faveur de Miles, alors qu'il libéra les bras de Fitz et descendit au-dessus du voleur, frisé et prêt à donner un coup de pied aux criminels.
"Restez coincés, attendez jusqu'à la dernière seconde, et MAINTENANT!" Il s'enfuit avec ses pieds en utilisant toute sa force. Ses pieds se lient à quelque chose de dur et de solide. Il a à peine trébuché pendant que Miles atterrissait sur son dos et ses fesses, plus confus que meurtris.
Qu'est-ce que...Il a demandé avec un gémissement. Qu'est-ce qu'il y avait sur cette personne?
Le voleur ne se retourna pas pour regarder Miles, ni ne le reconnut d'aucune façon, il commença tout simplement à courir à nouveau.
« Asshole! » Miles a appelé après lui alors qu'il commençait sa poursuite à nouveau. Le criminel a pris une gauche, comme il l'a fait. Alors un droit, tandis que Miles aussi. En sortant sur une rue plutôt vide, Miles a remarqué la figure un chemin vers le haut, se dirigeant dans un bâtiment plutôt non descriptif. Ah oui? C'est ainsi que Miles se dit alors qu'il chargeait le reste de la route vers l'avant, déterminé à ramener ce sac à main.
Il a fait irruption dans la pièce et a vu une figure debout au centre de la pièce. Sa cible! Dure ou pas, Miles ramenait ce sac. Il a pris un début de course avant de plonger sur sa cible.
| 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).