Kim Youngoon was born in Cape Vincent, New York to what he would consider a normal family living a normal life in a normal town. He and his two brothers, one older and one younger, grew up much like he would have imagined any other normal siblings would have, with their father playing the role of breadwinner and their mother always at home taking care of them. This seemed like the traditional family setting of bagged lunches and sports games and forts and family vacations, until Youngoon, at the age of nine, developed the tendency of putting his brothers into the hospital.
It was never really his fault or intention to hurt anyone, but while messing around or goofing off, he often caused more damage than his brothers would. And with time, it only seemed to get worse. At first, he was simply disciplined for being too rough on his brothers, and ignored when he protested. It was only after his older brother was sent to the hospital with both arms broken and a fractured skull that his parents realized that something was very wrong. He was forbidden from playing with his brothers and was more often than not restricted to his bedroom.
It took a few years of sending him to fruitless therapy sessions for his parents to accept that their son had no control over his own strength. It was hard enough dealing with that fact, let alone be concerned that Youngoon was all but brainwashed by the constant therapist insisting that everything he did was wrong and that he would never live a normal life.
Around the time that he graduated high school and without many other options, he left home. His inability to control his own strength became increasingly difficult to deal with, especially when it came to human interaction and handling things. Sometimes things were fine, but other times he found himself breaking anything he held. Eventually he settled in New York City where he picked up any job he could that could potentially mask his strength. He settled on being a bodyguard, finding it an easy setting where he wasn't questioned if he had to be rough.
He has a fear of human contact, after all the damage he'd done to his brothers as a child, but it doesn't stop him from trying to be social. Things always seem normal until he attempts to open a door for someone, anyway, and then it can be laughed off as a fluke or a weak door.
Now 23, things haven't gotten any easier. He lives in an apartment with no doors aside from the front, voice activated entrance because he was constantly ripping the doors off of their hinges. He doesn't own anything glass and doesn't even attempt to open his windows. In his life, if it can't be upgraded to something he doesn't need his hands to work, it's not important enough to have.
Preferred RP Style: Paragraph. Anywhere is good. Anything Else: Not at the moment ^^