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KIM CHANSIK – THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE. AGENT 10.

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//: LOADING PROFILE: KIM CHANSIK ...

international age: 25 birthplace: paju, gyeonggi province, south korea arcana: wheel of fortune team number: 10

//: LOADING MUTATION: WOUND TRANSFERRAL ...

application one: empathic masochism — this ability essentially allows chansik to act as a living voodoo doll; wounds inflicted upon his own body can be instantly mirrored and inflicted upon a target of his choosing, or multiple targets (though the wound’s impact will be divided accordingly). he also has the option of doing much the same with experienced emotional/psychological pain.

application two: healing via transferral — this ability acts as a supplement to chansik’s emphatic masochism as it allows him to transfer physical wounds from his body to a target body, as well as absolve fellow allies from wounds and take the damage for himself. it is a gradual, delicate process—the amount of time taken to transfer wounds varies depending on factors such as proximity, the type of wound inflicted, and the depth/fatality of the wound

application three: accelerated healing — this is yet another supplementary ability—one crucial for survival as his role in combat is that of a punching bag (a formidably passive threat, one could say). accelerated healing grants chansik the ability to rapidly recreate lost or damaged tissues, organs, and limbs, and rebalance chemical and hormonal structure. the ability cannot be applied to bodies other than his own

overall strengths and weaknesses: — he’s always been the very picture of good health.

that’s not bound to change anytime soon.

on any given day, chansik boasts a nigh-inexhaustible stamina that allows him to go about everyday activities with ease. he also lives free of everyday annoyances: muscle soreness? hard-to-reach itchy spots? tingling funny bones? morning neck pains? all relics of the past. his default state is one of perfect health.

unfortunately, his is one of the trickier powers to wield and master; it requires a great deal of concentration and focus to carry out any one of its applications, and easily drains him (even with his impressive stamina). that being the case, chansik is often prone to passivity; he rarely ever gives his all during training sessions, and tends to use his powers if only out of petty spite. he’s already spent most of his young adult life stretching himself thin and breaking his bones—with his power, he now only has to experience the initial impact of any injury.

chansik did happen to make a significant breakthrough in his training a few months ago: pain inflicted on him is now amplified when reflected on others. it’s no longer a strict one-to-one, though the severity of the physical wound returned will remain the same. there is a foil to this, however: his concentration can be broken by large shocks or events that incur severe physical damage to his body. if the experienced pain is excruciatingly bad, chansik is unable to muster up the energy required to transfer wounds between bodies or pass his pain to another individual. his current training regime works at bringing up his pain tolerance index and improving concentration levels in order to get past this drawback.

also worth mentioning is chansik’s naturally logical, intuitive disposition. this works to his benefit in most situations, as he is able to accurately gauge the gravity of a problem, the well-beings of his comrades, and his own mental and/or physical state with cold rationalism. contrary to what his abilities may suggest about his persona, however, chansik is not especially altruistic nor empathetic; his self-absorption makes it difficult to immerse himself fully unless the situation is dire enough (and even then he can hardly be bothered) or if he’s established a worthy bond with another.

the possibilities for his abilities are seemingly endless: the ar collective hopes that it is only a matter of time before further extensions of his ability manifest. among the anticipated extensions are accelerated regeneration (in which the speed of his regenerative power increases for every instance he is wounded) and anti-healing (in which he can magnify the severity of existing wounds on a targeted body). at present, it remains to be seen whether he will acquire these abilities at all

//: LOADING HISTORY ..

PRE-MUTATION

운명의 수레바퀴를 누가 예측하겠습니까.

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breaking news: chansik’s just been squeezed out of the womb in a hospital in paju. mom looks understandably frazzled. heard she’s been trying to get pregnant for the last five years. heard this is coming some three weeks premature. heard there might have been some complications so they went ahead with the c-section. all that considered, this looks like a successful, healthy delivery. dad’s practically biting his hand off outside, isn’t he? someone do everyone a favor and get him in here to see his brand new baby boy.

—

what is that, a math exam? can’t really tell with all the red pen—teach really didn’t hold back, did she? let’s take a closer look at chansik’s expression…

wow. for a kid with a barely passing grade, chansik seems awful calm. like this is just a fact of life.

—

the rental car’s suffered irreversible damage, but that’s definitely not the worst of it. they’re both losing a lot of blood, need to get to the hospital now if they want any chance of surviving. wonder how mom’s english is? chanbin’s good—he’s oxford-bound, after all—but it doesn’t look like he’ll be waking up for a while. dad, too.

back to mom and chansik. they’re still eating breakfast back at the hotel, unsuspecting. oh, looks like they’re getting the call.

mom’s in shock. ’course she is. bless her heart, she looks like she’s about to faint any second now. now she’s telling him what’s happened. brace for impact. she tip-toes around a few details. chansik doesn’t seem to be taking the news in too well. why, this might be the most distraught we’ve seen him in all his short years of life. she’s pulling him into a close embrace now. so much for a college tour.

—

mom says he has a knack for this. zooming in now. there’s our boy: center stage, hair cropped short (he told us backstage just moments ago he’d cut it only because the school begged him to) but his legs keep going. he’s gonna grow up into a pair of legs at this rate. and look at what those legs can do! amazing. sad to think he’s the butt of all his classmate’s jokes at school—kids are brutal these days—because of this. rumor has it dad’s a bit embarrassed too, but he manages to hide it pretty well, doesn’t he?

wait a second—are those tears? quivering lips and balled up fists, too. dad’s on the verge of somethin’, staring at his son like that. well, who can really blame him. they’ve been through hell and back not too long ago.

—

he’s been rebuffed by two girls in the past two years. they all cite roughly the same line of reasoning. sure you can wager a guess as to what they told him. this isn’t gonna be some pity party though, let’s get that much clear. from the looks of it, chansik’s starting something with jinhyuk. or rather, it was more like the other way arou—

speak of the devil, here they come.

bathroom stalls, eh. here’s to hoping he doesn’t get caught.

—

he calls it the least useful major on earth (the humility is astounding), dubs this “the most terrible life choice but one that [he had] no choice but to take”. went on to say how this is stupid for his life, but wonderful for others, and about how he’s never actually been a very giving soul but maybe this is the one way he can give back while breaking his back. there seems to be a kind of pattern in his method of speech.

that, and he’s quite the cynical nut.

the audience is still. this is chansik’s first performance with korean national ballet as a member of the corps. he’ll be finishing university up next year, good for him. down in the pit, a white-haired man in a dark overcoat conducting the orchestra and from above and stage left from the wings, chansik enters: an arabesque… and… all right! a beautifully executed tour jeté.

wouldn’t expect anything less from him. congratulations on your debut, chansik

POST-MUTATION

운명은 변덕스럽네요.

—

suffer for the art. it’s always been a load of bullshit, but he’s put up with it for the sake of facades.

a hefty lighting boom drops on his leg during rehearsal on a friday. the other dancers rush to his side. one of the soloists presses down on his bleeding calf with gauze while a director calls for an ambulance and everyone else gasps at his knee, a truly horrible sight. chansik is rushed off to the emergency room for proper diagnosis. he’s told they will be operating on his leg that night.

it’s a successful operation and recovery goes as planned—

the first day is bad.

the second day is better.

and then he wakes up the third day feeling like a million bucks.

he wasn’t supposed to be walking properly for another two months.

a nurse catches him outside of his bed, right leg—fully cast and only moments ago raised in traction—now on the cold hospital tiles as he paces around the room in a cold sweat. news makes its way around the building quickly enough. he goes through a few x-rays and examinations, but everything points to the same conclusion: he’s in perfect condition.

by the end of the week, he’s in a different hospital with a stubbed toe and a small slash across his wrist. he cries for a lawyer (are you nuts? pretty sure this is illegal—what kind of shit doctor are you?), but the wounds vanish come the very next morning without even so much as a scar to remember them by.

he’s released from the hospital within the hour, gets an explanation on the car ride to a two michelin-starred restaurant. enjoys a free dinner and is promised many more, sorry about that stubbed toe.

suffer for the art. by now, he can count about a thousand things worse than a stubbed toe or mangled knee.

it’s a fucked art, this one.