Milles Bergeron

Quartier de l'Olympe
Une nuit après l'explosion
Leçon numéro 2 d'être un héros sur la montée: toujours avoir une stratégie de sortie. Vous n'êtes ni invincible ni immortel. Peut-être que tu es... mais la noyade ferait probablement toujours mal comme une salope. Dans ce cas, vous avez besoin d'un plan B. Pas celui qui vient après le plan A, mais celui qui vient après Becky a pris quelques mauvaises décisions une nuit. Avortez de là-bas. Mieux vaut combattre un autre jour que brûler sur votre première étape du voyage, et malheureusement, vous n'êtes pas encore assez cool pour devenir une légende en mourant héroïquement
Essentiellement, c'est pour les moments où vous oubliez la leçon numéro 1. Une leçon que tout le monde devrait connaître, mais surtout celles qui sont ambitieuses.
Ces ambitieux semblent toujours faire un point de trouver un moyen de se baiser quand ils ne suivent pas les deux premières leçons de l'essentiel d'être un héros sur la montée.
Et Miles s'est retrouvé en train de tomber à ce point. Ce putain de point quand il est tombé. Dans l'écho de son premier brouhaha de leur chute, il entendit un grand gémissement. C'était M. Ozukai, son cri se mêlant au hurlement du vent pendant qu'ils soufflaient. Et à cet instant-là, s'écoulant alors qu'il s'approchait du sol avec une vitesse alarmante, Miles ne pouvait pas y résister. Il a fait un petit rire. C'était assez pour l'énerver une fois de plus.
Ce n'était pas un cri, c'était bordé par un commandement direct. Et Miles a coulé une demande dans son ton qui a été tenu compte avec gustance. Une lueur l'engloutissait, s'étendant rapidement vers l'extérieur et s'affinant à la forme de gros torse et bras. La lueur de la construction quasi magique illuminait l'air tandis que Miles tournait le torse de Fitzs vers le sol, en tirant les bras. C'était presque l'étendue de ce qu'il pouvait faire dans cette situation, mais il devait essayer. Avec une poussée, il a formé une petite coquille d'énergie qui encastrait le torse de Fitz et M. Ozukai.
Pas un instant dès qu'il s'est écrasé. Une petite fissure est apparue sur le sol où l'obus a frappé. L'obus lui-même s'est brisé presque instantanément, se dissipant en néant. Miles sentit Fitz slam au sol et sentit le vent le laisser. M. Ozukai s'est posé avec un toud au-dessus de la forme de Fitzs, roulant sur le côté. Les Fitzs s'affaissent et disparaissent, les Miles s'enfoncent au sol en son absence.
Tout a mal. Même ses cheveux. Miles ne savait même pas comment c'était possible. Mais il souffrait quand même. Sortir une si grande partie de Fitz sans préparation était dangereux, et il pouvait sentir la migraine venir, et il ne pouvait pas décider si la douleur physique ou mentale serait pire. Cependant, il pouvait décider que c'était le bon moment pour l'appeler une nuit.
La rue arrière sur laquelle il a atterri n'avait qu'un petit nombre de magasins allumés, ses yeux de vitrage se sont retrouvés reposant sur quelques-uns d'entre eux. Les quelques personnes dans la rue avaient déjà commencé à se demander à lui et à M. Ozukai.
Il pensait que le sort de l'inconscient menaçait de le dépasser.
La prise à l'écart de tout cela: ne pas tenir des conversations sur le bord réel du bâtiment. Dégage tant que tu peux. Prends la victoire et cours.
| 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).