hello, friends! here to present to you choi wonsik, he ironically has the most destructive potential amongst my roster yet the most controlled. he only started as a d-tier guardian recently. wonsik is actually an amalgamation of scott (cyclops) and sam (cannonball), he borrows scott’s emotional structure and sam’s desire to protect. i have a not-so tldr version of his background below the cut. additional stuff like playlist and pinterest board should be on my pinned post, if you want to have a look. as far as connections/plots goes, i prefer to brainstorm. now, if you want me to pop in your dms, just leave a heart!
born in 2002, remembered not a childhood—but a fire.
at five years old, the orphanage he lived in was destroyed when an unregistered mutagen lost control, causing an explosion that leveled the district.
pulled from the debris after six hours, barely breathing, covered in soot and blood.
the story made brief local headlines—“the boy who lived through the mutagen fire.” when the story faded, so did the sympathy.
no relatives came for him; his file was marked “no known family”.
among the dead was a volunteer and her young son—choi hyesun and the boy she’d brought to deliver supplies. her son didn’t survive.
two years later, hyesun returned—not out of healing, but haunted by the one child who lived when hers didn’t. she adopted wonsik quietly.
home life was precise, wordless, and sterile. she provided food, education, shelter—but no warmth.
she hated mutagens, yet took one in. she reminded him often: “you live because my son doesn’t. don’t waste it”.
wonsik grew up learning to move without sound, to breathe without disturbance. gratitude became a form of silence.
his ability manifested at twelve—subtle tremors under his feet, vibrations that deepened with emotion until walls cracked.
hyesun reported it within hours. d.m.h.o. classified his mutation: seismic resonance generation, the capacity to produce localized shockwaves.
containment followed. tests, gloves, stabilizers. he didn’t resist; he understood it was safer that way—for everyone.
sent to pinnacle institute at fourteen, where “control” became his only goal.
while others trained for glory, wonsik trained not to break the floor beneath them.
instructors admired his discipline, his precision, his composure under stress. peers called him detached, unreadable—“the boy who doesn’t flinch”.
he rarely spoke unless spoken to, and even then, only to clarify instructions.
graduated into d-tier guardians, specializing in containment and urban stabilization—missions that required restraint, not spectacle.
his record was spotless; zero civilian casualties, zero disciplinary marks. he followed orders like scripture.
hyesun never attended his induction, never wrote, never asked. when questioned later, she said, “he’s doing what he should”.
wonsik didn’t argue. to her, his life was a repayment plan, not a story.
to the world, he was stability incarnate. to himself, he was still a fault line waiting quietly under the surface.
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