Miles Alexander Bergeron

Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story.​

PsycheOut​

10/10/2001

15

Nope

Asexual

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. ​

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.

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.

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.

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.

.....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo

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).

Andrew Blythe ​Williams

Annie, Andy, Drooly, Cherry​

Someone else make something up.

10/05/1992

23

Male​

Heterosexual

At 5’7” and over 180lbs, Andrew is a heavy man in a round rather than intimidating way. With a bit of a paunch, no obvious muscle and a penchant for smiling, he’s about as unthreatening as they come, and he likes it that way. His hair is brown, straight and longer on top than on the sides. It tends towards flyaway fashion due to its thinner wispiness as well as his habit of running his hand through it absentmindedly. He has small brown eyes that, more often than not, are complemented by dark circles beneath them. They are close set under straight, thin eyebrows, with a button of a nose and thin lips. He also has a bit of dark scruff on his cheeks and chin that he keeps short. He is of the opinion it makes him look older.

He has no distinguishing birthmarks, only a few small scars on his hands and arms from work or stupid accidents and a raised, angry looking scar about three inches long running vertically from just under his left collarbone. It leaves him with slight difficulty raising his left arm above his shoulder, but he doesn’t do that very often anyway. His voice is light, with an easy speaking rhythm, though it drops to a lower register when he’s speaking thoughtfully. His clothing choices usually consist of jeans and plain coloured shirts, sometimes vests, with comfortable shoes. Nothing fancy. He wears a medical alert bracelet on his right wrist.

Density Manipulation.

Born in New Alexandria, Andrew didn’t stay there long as his parents very quickly decided to move closer to the bigger hospital on the mainland when his birth came with the major complication of hypoplastic left heart syndrome and the commute between there and home cost too much time and energy, not to mention money they didn’t have. He was in and out of that hospital more times than his parents cared to count over the next several years, occasionally due to false alarms, and his heart acting up, and sometimes from the more usual troubles children can get themselves into. But was otherwise a happy enough child, eager to make friends and see his grandparents and ride the ferry. He was just lucky his grandparents had the money set aside for travel to be able to offer some help with the hospital bills and forego their planned years of vacationing.

Although things had started to settle down a little, he was waiting for a new heart for two years during which his health gradually diminished again, and he was bumped up the wait list when he went into full cardiac arrest at 8 years old. They managed to shock his heart into resetting itself then, and possibly did a little more than might usually be expected. The electrical impulses sparked awake some dormant genes in his cells a few years before puberty or an adrenaline rush might have flipped the switch naturally. Or it triggered something that would have remained quiescent his whole life. Andrew isn’t really sure, he just knows that after that day, he had a few accidents that involved falling through things that he shouldn’t have fallen through. Like walls, and floors… And had to work to get the hang of this new trick. As the cardiac arrest was the most recent exciting thing to happen to him before the first moment when he went to lean on a counter and whacked himself in the chin instead, he’s just assuming that’s what it was.

During this time, he also had a brief fling with his neighbour, who was a nice girl and a good friend, after a talk about boy friends and girlfriends turned into him admitting that he wasn’t sure he’d get that far. So, she invited him to be her boyfriend, which mostly amounted to proudly holding hands when they were together and doing most of the same things as they always had. It lasted about two months before they sort of mutually forgot about it and then his family moved again, to a more affordable place in East Beach when the project started up.

When he finally got his new heart, things were looking up, he was feeling good, there was only one fright when his body tried to reject it, but that cleared up and he avoided all the other risks through chance and a very faithful following of the care plan his doctor had put together. So, he focused on school, and friends, and asking the neighbours if they wanted him to mow their lawn or walk their dog for a dollar or three until he was old enough to work. He liked visiting New Alexandria and his grandparents, occasionally managing to convince his grandfather to take him out in his boat (it really wasn’t that hard). Andrew also, of course, spent some time figuring out how the whole slipping through walls worked, and what else he could do with it. He showed his grandma, because she always seemed to have the answer to everything, and his parents were fully aware he was up to something, they just were never quite sure what.

But in practicing and being unsure of what he was doing, he wasn’t always balanced in shifting the density of his body, and it had a detrimental affect on the healing nerves around his heart and eventually they settled into a far slower heartbeat rhythm than was healthy, resulting in not a few fainting spells before his doctor reluctantly suggested a pacemaker to regulate it. He didn’t enjoy the process, or the feeling of having something else making his heartbeat, but he got used to it eventually, and now it’s second nature to go through his daily routine with it and talk about it if he has to, though he doesn’t do a lot of travelling, he has occasionally set off a store’s security. He is certainly glad to be free of the fainting spells, and has learned to be even more careful with his power than he was, but is far less limited than he was before.

He’s gone through the rest of growing up pretty normally, managing to keep in touch with Janelle, the girl he’d ‘dated,’ and meeting up with her as often as they could manage. He did have one girlfriend in highschool too, though that only lasted a year before she broke up with him over the summer. It hurt, but thinking back on it now, he’s not sure how they even lasted that long, given their extremely different approach to practically everything. He got a job as a grocery store clerk until he graduated, then he followed Janelle to the university campus since he liked spending time with her and wanted a change of scene anyway. They rent an apartment together in the Sound while his parents have moved back to New Alexandria to live with his grandfather. He took a semester of classes, but found his attention constantly drifting to other points of interest and decided not to use up his money until he could decide what he wanted to take and could stick with it. He has stayed on as a groundskeeper though, and is saving up what he can while he figures out what he wants to do with his life.

The explosion’s left him with a faulty pacemaker and, although he doesn’t realize it yet, the other side of his power’s spectrum. He’s more concerned about his friends and family being okay than he is about himself though.

Andrew’s daily goals include making the most of the opportunities he’s given, having fun, and brightening at least one stranger’s day. He doesn’t have the means to make it big or hugely generous, but if he can do something for someone else, he’s going to try; handing over small change or giving a bit of his time or just offering an encouraging compliment are easy to do and a good habit to have, he figures.

His motivation comes from wanting to do something with his life to give back to a community that helped his family through hard times. He just hasn’t managed to figure out quite what he’s capable of or what he wants to do.

Bailey & Harrison Williams – Mother and Father

• Andrew is close to both of his parents, often getting into emoji wars with his mother and watergun fights with his dad. He tries to get out to see them at least once a month, and usually manages more. He is greatly appreciative of everything they’ve done for him and the support they still offer, whether it be through tough love or just telling him to take a chance because he only lives once. They’ve been together since their own high school days and although they aren’t always obvious about their love, Andrew’s rarely seen them fight and swears they can read each other’s minds. Bailey is an aspiring writer who leads tours and assists researchers depending on the season, and Harrison works as an archivist at the New Alexandria campus.

Dietrich Best – Grandfather

• Rough around the edges and still bitching about the bridge that ruined the ferry business, even though there’s still some tourists that want to ride on them, Dietrich isn’t the most forthrightly kind person you’ll ever meet. But he has a gruff voice and an easier temper than his sharp tone implies and a great deal of love in his heart, for all he finds it hard to show. He and Andrew are often co-conspirators when it comes to getting into mischief. His spirit’s dwindled since his wife died, burning a little more fitfully, and his mind’s starting to wander, but he’s still a force to be reckoned with in his lucid moments. He worked on the Regal ferry from 14 to 65, with a break only for the war.

Ellen Best – Grandmother(deceased)

• She was her grandson’s bestest friend, her daughter’s greatest supporter, the harshest critic of her son-in-law, and the light of her husband’s life. Now that she’s gone, they all feel her absence, and for all it’s been eight years, Andrew still catches himself sometimes thinking that he’s found something she’d love to hear about.

Janelle Foss – Best Friend and Roommate

• Friends since before they can remember, they had an on again, off again method of keeping up with each other during their school years when they were living across the city, but now that they live in the same apartment, they’ve given each other pseudo-sibling status and bicker about the rent while leaving silly little notes around the place for each other in the hopes of winning a smile. She knows about his power and his heart problems and his penchant for singing Disney songs in the shower. He knows about her string of weird boyfriends and very real crush on Gerald Butler and fear of driving. They’ve both agreed that if no one comes along for them by the time they’re 35, she’ll pity marry him and he’ll settle for what he can get.