Name: Miles Reiley
Home country: England
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History: Miles had cope with a rather lonely childhood. growing up in a poor neighbourhood, He was unfortunate in that he found it very difficalt to make friends, not because he didn't want to get on very well with people, but beacause he lacked the attitude, charisma and sporting ability to fit in with the popular kids. as such, Miles was heavely bullied and chastised for being one of the school outcasts. both his pairents worked so Miles also spent alot of time at home alone too, not that this bothered him particulaly. In his eyes this was his time to unwind and enjoy the quiet activitys that had earned him no respect at school, such as reading, drawing and classical guitar. At about the age of 16 Miles came home to find a rather strange envilope on the doormat, an envilope containing a small card. "You do not belong in this world anymore."
"Probibly just some religious awairness crap." Miles had thought to himself, "That or just a 'hilarious' prank someone is enivitably trying to pull on me." Miles shoved the card in a pocket and probply forgort about it.
Miles knew of his power at this point, and knew of it ability to strengthen objects, but never thought much of it as it didn't appear to make too much difference. About a week after he had receved the card He made the mistake of going for a winter walk, he had strayed to far and the darkness of night had caught up on him befor he had made it home again.
a blade to his throat.
An unseen man had just forced him up against a wall and was now holding Miles's life hostage for the contence of his pockets. It was then the Miles made ether the best or worst desision of his life. The skuffle lasted all of about five seconds but the pain felt like it had lasted a life time. the thug had failed to get away with Miles's posesions after miles had landed a heavy punch on the side of the man's jaw using a linked, gloved fist out of desperation to send him packing, but during the confusion the man's knife had ended up slicing Miles's right eye. Screaming in agony, Miles scrambled through his pockets for his phone. As he pulled it out the card got wisked out his poket along with it. It was then, clouded by pain that he called The Acadamy's number.
Personality: Miles is shy towards people he doesn't know, having had very few friends prior to joining The Academy and having endured a life times worth of bullying as a child. Otherwise, Miles is quite laid-back, lazy even, unless there is a call for action where his strong sense of justice will cause him do anything that is necessary. However he can also be quite indecisive at times and panicking isn't a rare thing for him to do under pressure.
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Power: 'Soul Link'
Miles uses his power to form a Soul link with an object in order to enhance specific property's of said object. Generally, the linked object becomes more robust and less prone to wear, however additional traits can be added depending on the linked object. In the case of his Hammer, It becomes much lighter and easer to swing. How the link alters the property's of objects is still unclear.
however the soul link dose have its pit-falls, if said object is
damaged, the status link mirrors the damage on to Miles. Similarly if Miles becomes hurt, then the link mirrors the damage to the object. While the link is not broken by separating Miles from the linked object, it dose however put strain on Miles's body as the link be comes harder to maintain over distance. Miles can only link and unlink the object while he is in contact with it.
There are few visible sighs to show the ability is in use, most of which consists of a faint white glow around the linked object. However when the link strength is increased the glow takes on the form of a pure white flame surrounding the object. please note this flame dose not generate heat.