Miles Degrasse Jones

[Miles Degrasse Jones]

The Basics

Name: Miles Degrasse Jones
Nicknames: None.
Age: 42
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job:  Trainer
Powers: Electricity Manipulation and Electric Form
Play By:Kevin Spacey

The Details

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color:Brown
Any Piercings?No
Any Tattoos?A dagger on his right shoulder blade
Any Scars?A few small scars on his torso and legs from youthful scuffles
General Appearance: Miles stands at a healthy 5'11.  He has an average build.  In his youth, Miles was almost always fit and in nearly perfect physical form.  Nowadays, he rarely has time for the gym.  Although his waistline is slim, he has lost his muscle for the most part.  He isn't proud of the sagging quality his body has taken in recent years.
Miles's has also lost his long, flowing locks, which were a point of great pride in his youth.  Today, his hairline has receded and his scalp is visible from nearly every angle.  His beard, which he keeps trimmed in a neat goatee, is slowly growing grey.
Miles movements can be described as deliberate.  His every action conveys the fact that everything he does is well thought out, that nothing is an accident.  His nearly constant scowl and unwelcoming eyes make him an unapproachable man, to say the least.
Personality: Miles is not the type of man one would desire a beer with.  He is cold, unforgiving, and scathingly honest.  With people his age-especially the other teachers-he is calm, polite, and almost always formal.  He does not plan on extending this same courtesy to his pupils.
Miles is intolerant of laziness and impolite slights, whether real or imagined.  Miles believes that the only way to get control of your powers is to constantly check yourself.  He has lived his adult life scrutinizing his every action.  This has lead him to believe that the best way, if not the only way, to control one's powers is to never forget what you are.  To never let "control" become an unconscious effort.  He plans on passing this mantra onto his students with harsh exercises, merciless power tests, and borderline bully-like behavior.  It's important to note that he isn't abusing his students emotionally or physically-his approach to teaching is to be very strict with his students.  It's not mean spirited, though.  He has nothing but their growth and betterment in mind.

Although you wouldn't know that at first glance.

Your Vices

Likes: Arguing, exercise, politics, books, and he secretly loves MCU movies.
Dislikes: Water, Disrespect, Disorganization, Apathy, and Rap music.
Strengths: Miles has mastered his own powers, though he uses them rarely.  Frankly, he hates them.  He views them as a disease-something to cope with and control, not something to be proud of and flaunt. 
Miles is a native Russian, and is therefore fluent in Russian. 
He considers himself a somewhat talented poet and an at least above-average singer.
Jones has never had problems articulating what he thought and felt (unless he's around new people), and if it wasn't for his constant introspection could probably come off as very charismatic.
Weaknesses: Miles has never been very good at fights.  Or sports.  Or anything physical, really.  He can't dance, he can't run fast, he can't jump high.  Even when Miles was fit as a whistle, even when he spent hours every day in the gym, he could never seem to use all the muscle he accumulated.  It just made him look fearsome.  His greatest secret as a youth and as a young man was that he couldn't fight.
Jones has a hard time talking to people his own age when he first meets them.  This does not, as one might think, make him come off as shy, but instead gives him the air of someone who considers those around him to be inferior.  Once he becomes comfortable in a given environment, however, Jones opens up.  His apparent distaste for others eventually morphs into a perceived lack of interest.
Fears: Predictably, Miles is deathly afraid of water.  He never learned to swim, has to close his eyes when he has a glass of the stuff, and couldn't even force himself to shower until his mid teens.
Secret:Miles is a closeted bisexual. (I'm not sure if this counts as something that I have to prove I can handle maturely?  I don't plan on mentioning a lot IC, but as I am a bisexual myself who used to have to hide my sexuality [and still do in some cases], I promise I can handle it.  The role play sample I have planned in my head right now doesn't address his sexuality, but if you want me to come up with a different one, just let me know and it's no problem.

Family Ties

Father: Dimitri Malkovik (Deceased)
Mother: Caroline Malkovik (Deceased)
Siblings: Miles is an only child
Any Other Important People:

Miles has a life long friend and talented telepath, Connor Riley, who currently lives in England.  Connor is one of the few people Miles has ever let his guard down for, and Miles still calls on Connor when Miles has a problem he feels he can't handle alone.  Their relationship has been mostly platonic, save for the occasional sexual encounter.

History

Miles was born Vladimir Dimitri Malkovik, in a small town near the Odarennyĭ Institute.  Ever since he was a young boy, Miles was wrapped up in crime.  Stealing and assault were common among his childhood friends.  So, when a few of his friends told Miles (Vladimir, then) that they were planning an attack on a rival gang of children, the then-14 year old Miles thought nothing of it.  In fact, he was excited to participate in his first major fight.
Not surprisingly, he didn't handle it well.  At the beginning of the fight, the older and more athletic boys simply beat him to the fray, but eventually his opportunity did arise. 
The boy was his size, must've been his age.  At the time, Miles had no idea why he couldn't take the opposing minor.  Nevertheless, Miles was on the grounds in seconds.
The unsuspected defeat embarrassed more than words could explain. Blood poured from his nose.  Anger welled up inside him.
He snapped.
With a shriek, Miles cursed the boy.  He cursed him to the seventh layer of hell.  He cursed him using words he didn't even understand at the time.  He called him a capitalist, a coward, a cheater.  Miles never even noticed the nearby streetlamps shattering.  He didn't notice as his fingers slowly turned to electricity.  He didn't understand why the other boys had stopped fighting, and had begun to flee.
Still though, he continued cursing. 
When he had shrieked all his anger and shame out of his lungs, he realized he was alone.  This bewildered him.  It was as if he had blacked out.  Frankly, it was a miracle he didn't hurt anybody.
They came to collect Miles the very next day.  His parents-staunch meta deniers-cried and begged for their sons freedom.  It made no difference.  He was taken away, and he never saw them again.
His time at the Institute taught him many things.  He learned what his powers were.  He learned how to control them.  He learned how to hurt people with them.  His time at the academy fostered the belief that he was a monster, a mistake, an uncontrollable tool for the Kremlin.  It took Miles decades to erase these "lessons".  His time at the Institution also gave him the tattoo which he is now ashamed of; a small dagger on his right shoulder blade, which he thought was super badass when he got it as a 16 year old.
Still, the time wasn't all bad.  He met Connor during his training.  Connor, his future life long companion, was an exchange student to a nearby public school from England.  His powers had manifested while in Russia, and the Russian Government enrolled him in the school without notifying his parents.
Connor and Miles became fast friends.  They met their very first day.  Fate had made them roommates.  As time went by, Connor taught Miles English while Miles helped Connor become more fluent in Russian.  These study sessions led to their first sexual encounter, which caused Miles to realize the truth of his sexuality.
So, anyway, Miles studied at the Institution for four years.  When the Russian government tried to draft him into the army, Miles and Connor were able to arrange transport out of the country.  Miles was smuggled out of his homeland in the back of a truck.
Miles and Connor  spent the next year journeying to England and finding Connors' parents.  Once reunited, Connor's family invited an eager Miles to live with them. 
It was there, in England, that Miles spent the next couple decades of his life; working as a substitute teacher, enjoying freedom.  Enjoying his time with Connor.  On the bright side, he became fluent in English and was able to undo the damage done by Russian brainwashing.  He changed his name. Sadly, the effort required to maintain a somewhat healthy self image saw Miles grow into the introverted and introspective man he is today. 
Just two years ago, Miles and Connor took a vacation to Vermont.  During this vacation, Connor was able to use his telepathy to get word of Hammel Institute using a few morally questionable mind readings.  Naturally, Connor passed this information on to Miles. To say he was intrigued would be an understatement.  It only took him a month to convince himself to try and get a job as a trainer.  After a year of moving to America and earning his citizenship, Miles applied to be a trainer at the Institute.  The application process took nearly a year, but since Miles proved he had more than sufficient control of his own powers in harsh tests, when he passed every single psych exam they put him through, and when the school realized how desperate it was for trainers, he was accepted.  He starts soon.  

Roleplay Example

Miles pinched the bridge of his nose, making no effort to conceal his sigh of disappointment.  His first day was not going well. 
"Are you even trying?  Or are you too busy making eyes at miss Sarah?"  Miles was giddily aware of his thick accent with every word that came from his mouth.  One could nearly say it was difficult to understand just what he was saying.  He liked that.  It made his pupils pay attention.
The young boy, Liam, was visibly embarrassed.  He had, indeed, been making eyes at that Sarah girl standing beside him.  Miles enjoyed the redness in Liams' cheeks.
"I..Um.." Liam stuttered.  Jones was sure not to miss his opportunity.
"Save your excuses, boy."  Miles raised his voice so it was clear that he was now addressing the class as a whole.  "Controlling your powers is not some game," he said, never taking his eyes off Liam.  "It requires focus.  Dedication.  I will not deal with weakness.  I will not deal with distractions.  I will not deal with immaturity.  You are my students.  My students will not be an embarrassment to me or this Institution.  If you are not ready to grow up and get your eyes off each other," Miles put a finger in Liam's face, "and on your future, I will not hesitate to fail you.  I would rather watch you live your entire lives in these halls then spend a single day as an Unprocessed out on the streets."  Miles took note of his use of the term "Unprocessed".  That was what he had been called by the police who had dragged him from his home all those years ago. He made a careful mental note to erase it from his memory.
"Now," Miles addressed Liam directly, "Again!"
Miles and his students were in a large room with three padded walls and a fourth wall that was mostly mirror.  The space, Miles's classroom, closely resembled a dance studio.  His students, about 16, stood in two lines of eight facing the mirror.  Liam was in the front line, facing Miles.  A glass of water sat on the floor between them.
Miles pretended not to notice it.
Liam's eyebrows furrowed.  The corners of his mouth folded downwards.  After some moments, a bead of sweat grew on his forehead.
Miles crossed his arms and watched Liam's efforts, contempt in his eyes.  "Were they positive you were a meta?  They didn't mean to take maybe your sister or brother instead?"  Miles took note of the fact that his hazing seemed not to disrupt Liam's concentration.  That was good.  At least he could focus when you made him.
After a minute or two, the water in the glass slowly raised in the air in front of Liam's face.  "Wonderful," Miles said in a monotone, "You've accomplished almost nothing of-"
Suddenly, the look on Liam's face changed.  His eyes took on a look of pure hatred.  The water rushed toward Miles before he could react.  It wrapped around his mouth, covered his nose, and pinned itself to his face.  Miles panicked.  He clawed desperately at his face, but every time he pulled the water off it jumped right back on.  His students laughed at his pain as he collapsed to the floor, his world turning black.
He awoke suddenly, sitting up rapidly in bed.  His head was ringing.  Sweat clung to his body.  After the few moments it took to realize he had been dreaming, Miles collapsed in bed and cursed himself.  He was sick and tired of the recurring water nightmares.  Besides, today was too important to be worrying about a little water.
It was his first day. 

What About You?

Name: You's can call me Nathan
Age: Late Teens
Experience: I've been doing all sorts of writing for four or five years.
How Did You Find Us? I googled "Top Play-By-Post" Roleplaying sites 'cause I got bored.
Ready To Play?Nope!

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