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[Portrayed by Yoo Seung Jun]
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Baek Hyun-See
Home:
Little Korea (New York City), New York
Age: 20
Weight:
168 lbs
Height:
5'11"
Mutant
Factor Abilities: Heightened abilities: super speed, enhanced agility,
enhanced reaction time/reflexes, improved healing.
Institute Biographical
Profile:
"It's not always an option."
"Little Korea's been as much of a homeland to me as anyplace my family had
ever known. I'm the first generation of my family to be born in America, and
the first to be taught English from birth as his 'Primary language'. The
first to have American as his primary cultural influence. But then again,
I'm the first of a lot of things in my family."
"I won't lie to you-we didn't exactly find gold here in the land of the
free, home of the brave. My father, Chol Hyun-See, was part of the South
Korean military in his youth, and a very proud man who was humbled very soon
after relocating here with his two daughters and pregnant wife. My father
began a bakery with the last of the money he had saved in a hole in the wall
in Little Korea-a tiny shop that barely provided the five of us enough money
to survive on. He nearly faced tragedy within that first month in America,
when I was born-my mother barely survived the childbirth. Had I lived, and
she died, my father would have grown to despise me. Instead, he took it to
mean something more...that perhaps I had been blessed by fortune to be his
son...for any other might have led to the death of both mother and
child...or the loss of his wife."
"I grew up a little like my father. An athlete-people say that the best
athletes in Korea dream about being distinguished as soldiers for their
country, and my father always told us that he had been a solid track and
field competitor when he was young...and had dreamed, before entering the
military, of competing in the Olympics. He never actualized his dream, but
when I began to excel in both swimming and baseball, he saw in me a chance
to live out his dreams as well."
"I was unfettered by personal belongings, as many Americans were. We didn't
have the money for Playstations, Nintendos, DVD players or the like. We
survived, and thrived, on what we had. And from that, we became stronger.
Luxury was something to get used to lateer, once the work had been done and
the goals reached."
"I had taken a paper route, to help cover family costs, and between classes,
the route, and working at the bakery (after one sister had been married and
moved away, the other taking a full scholarship to the University of the
Arts in Philadelphia), I had little time for social activities. The respite
I got from the routine came in sports, and during the summer, when a group
of fellow students at a 'Melting Pot' school had all gotten the chance to
get together and get as far away from our families as we could. There was a
little of everything there-Anglo, Slavic, Hindi, Jewish, Black-all a bunch
of kids who were part of this culture, getting away from their own cultures.
It was symbolic. About the only bad words ever spoken were about mutants,
who were like 'Neanderthals with submachine guns'. And in the end, only one
or two of us ever really held that bad an opinion of them-a hatred. Me,
I was like most of the world. Scared of them."
"I was sixteen when a bank robbery turned wrong left me a orphan. My parents
were killed by a mutant who called himself Sparx. I was taken out of New
York, and dropped in California by my oldest sister, Park (as Nara, the
middle child, still struggled as an actress, but loved it in Philadelphia).
Her husband sent me to this private school where he had gone, and I suddenly
found myself, a poor kid, face to face with the rich and snobbish every day.
What really sucked about it was that I was the one who worked at everything
he had dreamed of there-and they despised me, in sports, for getting my
hands dirty at every turn, just to try to get that much farther ahead."
"I got named to an all star team for baseball, despite playing on a truly
lousy team. I wanted to be the greatest centerfielder to ever play for the
Boston Red Sox, and there were a few college scouts who thought I could do
some pretty great things out there if I had the chance. Pissed off this one
kid to no end, and he and his friends confronted me. Now, part of what I had
done on the field was to get my own mind off all the shit I'd been through,
but I had a hell of a lot of anger inside of me. So when he and a few of his
friends blocked me and started dicking around, I threw the punch that broke
his nose. The kids didn't know what the hell to make of it, so I ran. Now,
I'd always been good at running-it was why I was going to be the best at my
position...but I slowly noticed that I was leaving the others well behind
me...gradually picking up speed...until I realized that I wasn't even
pushing myself and covering halls in the span of a stride. What's more, my
instincts told me, more or less, when to turn, and after a few bruised
shoulders (from impacts with the walls), I started to learn how to vary
speed, and turn. I didn't get to sleep much that night because I was all
about discovering what I could do."
"At the same time, I was realizing, much to my horror, that I was just like
the son of a bitch who killed my parents. He was sitting in a jail cell in
New York, and I was out here. Yet I couldn't tell anyone because now I was
the loaded weapon. I was the one who didn't know right from wrong, but could
use it to my own advantage however I saw fit. A little political theory goes
a long way...and it gave me more to think about than I should have."
"At the next day's split squad game, I was trying to score from first on a
single. I knew I had the speed, but didn't want to make it obvious. The
broken nosed dickhead was the catcher, and blocking my path, so I tried to
hook slide in. He took full advantage and stepped hard, with cleats, on my
left wrist, breaking two bones. Being left handed, it pretty much meant I
was going to be out of the lineup, and could probably never live up to my
dream. He was expelled, and in time, we sued him successfully, but at that
moment, it took everything I had not to fight back. not to use the power I
had recently discovered to drag him at full speed behind me like Hector at
Troy."
"It wasn't long
after that two things happened. I was picked up as an LHS (Latent Homo
Superior) during a routine scan by these government guys...ended up getting
me tossed into this mutant containment facility. While I was there, I
received word that Sparx was actually a prisoner hereafter his power spurt,
and had only recently died after some....genetic normalizing test they tried
or another. It turned out he only had enough of a jolt to kill
people who were already in poor health-the elderly, or those with congenital
heart conditions. My father tried to stop him, a hero to the end, only to
get what this kid thought was only going to KO him. My mother made a sudden
move towards him and got the same fate. Now, the people in jail...normal men
like I was...ganged up on and killed him for being different. Who was right?
Who was wrong? And when is it all right to kill?" So I sit here, and I wait
for my turn, and wonder just what the hell kind of les on can be learned
from this. Whether the idea of evolution...of improving...is something that
normal humans even want to here, or whether it's just guys like Sparx and
me, who have these abilities thrust upon them, only to either be forced into
hiding, or to be killed off, one by one, for being who we are.
Institute Biological
Profile:
Baek is in
excellent physical shape, with above average physical strength, 20/20
vision, and good muscle tone. His reflexes and reaction times are beyond
those of normal humans, and he has excellent hand-eye coordination. An
aspect of his enhanced speed that is of further interest is an 'accelerated'
healing factor-what demarks this as different from that of the late Logan,
AKA Wolverine, is that while wounds heal quickly, broken bones must be set
in order to heal properly-otherwise, the accelerated healing will not patch
up a break inasmuch as connect the two unevenly by any means possible (a
shoulder injury when he was eighteen proved this point, as he now has a
small bone jut over where the crack was not set in time).
Institute
Psychological Profile:
Baek is a
questioning, intelligent young man who is not wholly at home within
convenience. He is amiable to the others, but at the same time has developed
an attitude wherein he is responsible not only to choose his own path, btu
now more than ever make the right choice. In training, he throws himself at
his goals with passion and zeal, at times even recklessly.
In the few simulations where he has had to make difficult, life or death
choices, he reacts...and later questions all too often whether it was the
right choice that he made. He uses a pole, smoke grenades, rope, and other
"crutches" in combat situations as well, often feeling as if his own speed
is not enough for the concern at hand.
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