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╠ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: Binks Sake "Oh great. We got someone who watches trash to play me"
◆ Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Miles Davis
◆ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s)/Aʟɪᴀs(ᴇs): "Annoying" "Undateable" "Weirdo" "Handsome Devil"
◆ Aɢᴇ:16
◆ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:Male Specimen
◆ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: October 21st
◆ Oʀɪɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: " Uhh.. yeah..Give me a beat. In west Philadelphia born and raised. On the playground was where I spent the most of my da-. Sorry, I'l stop"
╠ ᴅ ᴇ ᴛ ᴀ ɪ ʟ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ / Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: His whole body is covered in nasty burn marks. Hence why he wears bandages over his body, and wears a mask. "It's a beauty mark!"
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss: Doesn't like to look at his body, or be reminded
Has the ability to say anything during any situation
Very reckless with anything he does
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: Stalling time
Very positive with himself to raise his morale
His techniques are very random to predict
◆ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: "I might be 5'4, but...you know what they, people like the fun size"
◆ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: "Alright, alright, I'm 125 pounds. Little personal. Come on bro"
◆ Pʜʏsɪǫᴜᴇ: Pathetically scrawny, though one arm is slightly bigger than the other "Okay. Okay! There was no need for that. Come on man"
◆ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: "I'm black, but if you want to be all political, Im African American. Don't be racist..."
◆ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: "Well it use to be black...long story"
◆ EʏᴇGᴏɢɢʟᴇs Cᴏʟᴏʀ: "I forget sometimes because of the damn blue goggles"
◆ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: "Whatever breathes..." "Wait! Whatever breathes thats a human!"
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: "Single and ready to mingle, yeah I'm talking to you!
◆ Lɪᴋᴇs:
✓ Heroes "Who doesn't."
✓ Orange Soda "Don't make me sound racist to other sodas"
✓ Singing "I have a angels voice"
◆ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs:
✗ His Body "Sheesh, make it sound like I am self loathing"
✗ Cops "Everyone hates the fuzz"
✗ Animals "I'm not animalist! I just don't like dogs!"
╠ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs / sᴋɪʟʟs / ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs / ᴇᴛᴄ. xɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Tʏᴘᴇ:: "Lets get physical, physical..."
◆ Aᴜʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs::
HAHA, YOU CANT HIT ME...WELL YOU CAN, BUT DONT..(Durability) - Miles muscle tissue is very unordinary, but at the same time extraordinary. His muscle tissue come together as it becomes harder, and more restraint? Though inside his body look like he is in no way capable of moving, his body is able to move swiftly as if he was normal. This is caused by the enhanced nervous system in place, reaching nerves farther in his body, and being the majority of his muscle tissue. So any blunt objects, or sometimes even guns, would have barely effect on him in the matter. As the bullets would mimic hitting rubber. But sharp knives,or objects will not be stopped, even from the enhancement.
THIS IS WHERE I BECOME FAT IN OTHER PLACES BASICALLY. Weight Change - Miles is able to transfer his whole body into one part of his body. Compacting the weight all within each other, and even triple it from his original body mass. Miles can transfer his weight to his fists, his foot, his shoulder, and even, if ever necessary, his bottom. This would even cause that particular part to be harden with all the weight, but would be only that type of body part to be harden.
◆ Exᴛʀᴀ Aʙɪʟɪᴛʏ:: STICKY STICKY I GOT THE ICKY Adhesive body - Miles's body is able to have his body stick to objects, people, or more necessary, walls. His body can walk on walls, or ceilings, mocking gravity in the face. Though his Weigh Change ability will have a effect on his adhesive, as the weight will bring him down if he was attached to the ceiling.
◆ Pᴇᴛ: N/A "No dogs"
◆ Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ(s): N/A "What do you mean I got no guns? Have you forgotten my dual arm guns for the gun show?"
◆ Cʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ Iᴛᴇᴍ(s):: Miles Goggles - A special item that was made especially for him, and it would indicate if he was angry, or normal. Blue would be normal, and red would be 'pissed off monkey'. "Hey! I ain't no monkey! You little-" *Red*
╠ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ɢ ʀ ᴏ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ x ɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ╣:
◆ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Oh dear. Miles is very unique in his own way, and he makes sure to express it. If anything about him first, Miles is very talkative. He is the type of guy to run his mouth, and always go non-stop. Hell, even go on for hours to see if he can beat some Guinness World Record. Another thing is don't trust him with your stuff. He will no doubt lose it within a second, and forget it all about it. Miles is also a very cocky type of guy, as all general normal men are, and will make sure to flaunt everything he got. Which could also mean that he is very good at distracting people, when needed to, or very not needed. He is very random with anything he does, say, or do. Don't ever expect a straight normal answer from him. People could say he is a bit of a nut job, and well, he could be, but unfortunately that's just his personality. Even though most of the time he would talk to himself, or what other people tend to think.
◆ Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Miles, before all the bandages, was a ordinary normal boy that lived in North Philadelphia. Where it was the ghettoes of the ghetto. Gang wars was a very popular topic around the parts, and Miles was never apart of one, thankfully. He would usually stay away from it all, and would go to school, despite the area's ghettoes. He lived with his single mom, and his three little sisters. The oldest of the pack, as they were all steps from other men his mom dated. Despite the lack of a father figure, Miles turned somewhat alright, and was acted somewhat of a regular older brother. But once he was enrolled in a small middle school, things would change for him. His school was covered in gang activity, and the staff had no control over it. Miles's mother would try to transfer him out, but the staff reported of missing files of students, which was including Miles. He was stuck in this school, and had to deal with such violence. But his mother always told him, and reminded him of one thing. "Don't you ever turn out to be one of these kids. You are a unique boy that shine amongst the others. Always keep that shine." His mother always told him to stand out, to be his own self, and not fall amongst the crowd. Those words would always follow him, even till today. Income was rough for the family, as Miles' mother was working four jobs just to stay alive. If there was anyone he could look up to, it was his mother, and her will to persevere.
During most of his middle school years, his mother would be at work most of the time, putting him in charge of his little sisters. He also discovered many music during this time, and would sing most of the hip hop music from back then, since that was really all he had access to. Though some of them may be violent with harsh words, he would find a way to listen to them. One of his school years, he would come across a gang within in the school he went to, "47". Some gang called themselves that, which was a total rip off of the current hip hop group, Pro Era. They would think high of themselves, due to their numbers, and really no one could do anything about it. But one day they would bump into him, for no reason at all, and of course, would ask for the little to no money that Miles would have. When he would tell them he was actually broke, it seemed to trigger some sort of 'bull mode', as they all gang piled on the poor, lone Miles. He was jumped, and beat up pretty bad from that incident. But this incident would become worse during the months. Some days they would ask for money again, food to fill that pointless stomach, and for Miles's homework. The usual bullying, and Miles did nothing about it! He didn't tell his mom, the staff, not even his little sisters! He let the gang trample all over him, but why? He knew better to pick a fight with a gang. Well until they started to hit on Monica, one of his oldest younger sisters. She was in a grade below him, and when Miles found out, he wasn't pleased. He would tell the group to back off, and, again, would activate some 'bull mode'. But Miles was tired of it, as he was in no way gonna let his sister be involved. The boy fought the gang. He fought the gang! HE FOUGHT THE FLIPPIN GANG. Though most of the fight was him getting beat up a lot, for some reason, Miles was able to do more damage on them, rather than them having damage on them. He felt like he almost felt nothing! But Miles would soon fled away from the group, as the fight was just going on forever, and didn't want to be part of it any longer. As he felt the adrenaline carousing through his body, as he ran home, he felt, somewhat ashamed for what he did. He broke his mom's promise by fighting them. Was he going to turn out just like them? Miles felt like he failed his mother that day, and wished nothing happened at all that day.
When Miles would return to school the following day, the school seem quiet. The gang seemed to have not been there today. Did Miles really do a number on them? But he would stop by Monica, and made sure she was alright, if anything. Despite the fight happening, the day seemed actually okay, and not chaotic. When Monica, and him return home, they saw a sight that seemed somewhat impossible. Their house was caught on fire, and Miles couldn't believe the sight. He didn't know what to do, and his mother was nowhere in sight, probably at work. No one dare to call the fire department, whats expected from a ghetto neighborhood. But amongst the roaring flames, he heard a cry of help within. His little sister Marigold was trapped within the house. Miles would rush toward the flames, dropping his backpack, and took off anything that was flammable. But realized everything he wore was flammable, and just rushed into the roaring house of flames. Monica would call out his name, but ignored the call. There was no way he was going to lose his sister. Miles was rushing around the house, calling Marigold's name, trying to dodge most of the flames, but it still managed to hit him. But despite the flames almost engulfing him, his sister was the main goal! He would find his sister in the trapped dining room of their house. There he saw his other sister, Michelle, unconscious, as Marigold was by her side, effortlessly trying to wake her up. But before he acted, right behind them was a number. The number '47'.
In human instinct, he would rush toward his sister, running through the flames, and catching his sister by surprise. But before she could start talking, Miles began to strip from his clothes, as he needed to make sure the flames won't get to them by surrounding them in his clothes. His sister would just go along with it, as she didn't know what else to, except cry. Miles would throw the remaining clothes on top of Michelle, and pick her up, laying her against his shoulders. Then in his other hand, he would lift Marigold up, and hold her by her legs. A naked man holds two sisters through flames, would be a good story headline. As he would make his way slowly through the flames, making sure his sister were in no harm, he would approach the entrance of the house. He could see his sister Monica talking to the neighbors across the street, probably for a phone, or calling them 'a-holes' for not calling anyone. But then the roof above the entrance, collapsed right in front of Miles, making the entrance completely blocked off.
His sister now panicking, Miles refused it. Miles refused the logic of the roof falling down, he hated the situation, he hated '47'. Just absolute hated them. Miles began to walk forward amongst the blocked entrance, and his sister began to panic. Telling him to stop what he was doing, and even forcefully trying to stop them. She felt like Miles was just going to kill themselves. But as if it were magic like on tv, Miles ended up walking up from the debris, and up on the wall. Miles was walking on the wall, as if it was supposed to do that. His younger sister didn't know what was going on, and just stared in shock. Miles would scream from the top of his lungs, as he felt the flames engulfing his body. His body was getting hotter, hell, felt like ripping apart. But his sisters, his sisters, were they in any harm? Before he could act, everything became a blur to him, he was slowly blacking out. The last thing he saw was the sun, before it faded form his sight.
When he woke up, Miles was in a hospital, surronded by his family. They were all happy to see Miles awake, and in which the happiness would lead to tears. Like if you were happy, why would you cry? But Miles would ignore it, as he had a sharp pain in his head, and was just going on about nonsense. He turned his head to see a envelope on a small desk next to him, and would ask why such a thing is there. His mother explained some person dropped it off for them, and didn't want to open it up, despite all the other times she ever did open his mail. After resting for a few moments, Miles would sit up from the bed, and yeah for the envelope. Inside the envelope was a small letter, something about explaining that he was invited to join this academy. Hell no. He wasn't going to leave his family, they needed him. Once he started to go into daydream about how important he was to the family, his mother would snatch the letter from him, and read it. Almost sounding like she was choking, but it was for sure a gasp when his mother read the later. She immediately told him that he is off to this academy, and didn't need no worry about them, as they really didn't need him. Quite the opposite reaction that Miles was expecting.
◆ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ(s):
❥ Rochelle Davis - Mother
❥ Monica Davis - Oldest of younger sisters
❥ Michelle Davis - Middle of younger sisters
❥ Marigold Davis - Youngest of younger sisters
✖ School Gang called "47"
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◆ Gᴏᴀʟ(s)/Aᴍʙɪᴛɪᴏɴ(s): To be able to protect his family. "Oh is that to basic for you? How the hell am I going to protect my family, when Im like across the god damn world. Good one! HA"
◆ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ(s):
Mᴀɪɴ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: Express Yourself
Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ: F*k Da Police
◆ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Iɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
*Miles got his goggles as a gift from his real father while in the hospital. His father thought he get him a gift, instead of, you know, show up.
*Miles skin is all covered, and does not reveal it to anyone, whether it be friend, foe, teacher, lover, and yes, even the dogs.
*His mother packed him with ridiculous clothes, as she wanted him to spread good in their name.
*FC is a OC by AutospyJuice
