비 (bireal) wrote in deviantstrain, @ 2008-03-16 02:03:00 |
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CLAIM: Bi
Player's Name: The Anti-Christ
Character's Name: Bi
Character's IJ: bireal
Nationality: Korean
What are they from? Solo artist & actor
Human/Mutant/Vampire: Mutant
Ability: Short-term precognition
Background: Bi was born in Korea, his parents' first child. His father was an aircraft engineer, and the family soon relocated to America when he was offered a high position at one of the aircraft research facilities in Nevada. For the next few years, the family enjoyed a stable life with a good income; until tragedy struck one day at the facility. 5 year old Bi was being showed around the facility by his father. He doesn't remember much, only that he suddenly had this overwhelming feeling of fear that froze him to the spot, and moments later there was an explosion. The blast set a chain reaction off throughout the facility, and the last thing Bi remembers of it was suddenly throwing himself out of the way before a section of roof collapsed onto where he had been standing just seconds before.
Although he and his father escaped relatively unharmed, many of the other personnel didn't fare so well. Many were badly injured and several had been killed. As the head of the research team who's engine had exploded, Bi's father felt responsible for the accident. He quit his job, but that job had been his dream and slowly but surely he fell into depression. He drank, he gambled, he sat blank-eyed in front of the TV while the bills slowly piled up, and when Bi's mother found out that she was pregnant with twins she gave her husband an ultimatium: snap out of it, or she'd leave.
It wasn't his fault that the ultimatium happened during a time when their city was struggling with high levels of unemployment, simply not enough jobs to go around. But the way she saw it, it was his fault that he wouldn't just swallow his pride and shame, and return to the research facility who would have accepted him back in an instant, since he had been one of their most valued engineers.
Six months pregnant and nothing had changed, so Bi's mother packed their bags, and took her 6 year old son to New York where she had a friend they could stay with for a while until they got their feet back under them. It was completely different from the quiet, clean neighbourhood they had left. This place was rough and rundown and dirty, where no-one in their right mind even opened their door once it was dark, and you always checked the backseat of your car before getting in.
Bi did everything he could do make things easier on his mother. He did his best to stay out of trouble, he never came home late, he never gave her cause to worry. Everything she asked, he did. He never complained, never cried, and always smiled for her.
Two months after moving to New York, Bi's mother gave birth to the twins. They were nearly a month premature, and one didn't survive more than an hour after taking an unexpected turn for the worse, although the other was strong and healthy. Everything got a lot harder after that. Bi's mother's friend could only help out so much, since she had her own life to attend to, her own children to look after. Bi did what he could to help look after his little sister and his mother, but really, was there much that a 6 year old could do for his mother in that situation?
Somehow his mother made ends meet, and somehow they got through the next few years. Bi was an average student, doing well enough to pass his tests but hardly a boy genius. He did seem to have a natural talent and love for sports though, and no-one really thought too strangely of what appeared to simply be fast reflexes and an instinctive 'feel' for which side of a goal someone would aim for during a penalty shot in a soccer match.
Bi knew that something wasn't quite right though, that something wasn't quite normal about it. It was the same thing that had saved his life in the explosion at the facility, the same thing that had him able to dodge away from a punch or a kick when the older boys cornered him in the alley when he took the short cut home, the same thing that had him moving to catch a cup before it had even been knocked off the table.
It was like he knew what was going to happen a few seconds before it actually did. Like dejavu, only a lot clearer.
The more he became aware of it, the more he noticed it happening. And the more he used it to his advantage. He no longer avoided or ran away from the boys that cornered him on his way home. He fought them, ducking and dodging away from every hit in a one-on-one fight. The only time it didn't seem to work was if they ganged up on him, and then it was simply because he couldn't think how to avoid one hit without placing himself in the way of another. But fighting back when he was outnumbered gave him a rush that nothing else ever did, a rush that he was soon hooked on.
When he was 15, he quit his soccer team and joined a martial arts club instead. He seemed to be even more natural at this than he had been at any other sport, and his grades slipped even more as he practically threw himself into the lessons. He pushed himself until he reached his limit; and then he pushed himself some more. But he felt that his real training was on the streets, where the fighting was fast and dirty, where anything went, where it didn't matter if you didn't fight fair, as long as you were the one left standing at the end.
At 16, he quit school. He knew that he'd never get into college. He couldn't afford it, and his grades weren't good enough for a scholarship. He watched his friends still slaving away over their textbooks, desperately determined that they'd be different, that they'd get into college, or uni, get a degree and earn enough money to move their parents out of the dirty, disgusting little apartments they lived. None of them ever did manage it, and while they were busy studying for something that they'd never realistically be able to achieve, Bi was busy earning money fighting in underground clubs and back alleys. He hired himself out as a fighter to gangs, but his loyalty only ever lied with whoever was passing him the most money. And more importantly than the money, his fighting earned him respect and fear, and that kept his sister safe on her way home from school in the evenings, or his mother on her way home after work at night.
Now 26, Bi still earns money doing what he does best. But he's also got himself a job as a mechanic, and modifies cars for street racing. He earns enough to be able to afford his own little apartment while still giving his mother money to help her and his sister out. He drives a motorbike that he built himself from scrap parts, and it's his pride and joy.
Although a rough kinda guy, he's gentle at heart and his family means the world to him. There's nothing that he wouldn't do for his mother, nothing he wouldn't sacrifice for his sister or his closest friends.
Over the years, he's worked out that he can see things approximately 2 to 5 seconds before they happen. It isn't much, but it's good enough for him. Better than most other people, anyway. Occasional he has seen something further in the future, but those instances have been very few and very far between, with the average simply being 2 seconds.
He keeps watching his sister to see if she has any weird "ability" like he does, but so far he's noticed nothing, and she's never mentioned something like that to him.
Preferred RP Style: IJ, paragraph.
Anything Else: I have my cake and eat it, too. And apparently write really long claims.