The Past (Kairos backstories)

Hong Jisoo

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Hong Jisoo 홍지수

Birthday: December 30, 1995

Power(s): Photokinesis (Light Manipulation) + Healing

Description of power:

Photokinesis: User can create, shape and manipulate visible light, commonly referred to simply as light, is electromagnetic radiation that is visible to the human eye, and is responsible for the sense of sight. Primary properties of visible light are intensity, propagation direction, frequency or wavelength spectrum, and polarisation, while its speed in a vacuum (299,792,458 meters per second/186,000 MPS) is one of the fundamental constants of nature. Visible light, as with all types of electromagnetic radiation (EMR), is experimentally found to always move at this speed in vacuum. In common with all types of EMR, visible light is emitted and absorbed in tiny "packets" called photons, and exhibits properties of both waves and particles. This property is referred to as the wave–particle duality. The study of light, known as optics, is an important research area in modern physics.

Healing: User can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though the user may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the patient must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed; once the patient has died, it would transcend healing and would require resurrection instead.

Entered the Academy in Year 1 (16 years old), Currently in Year 5 (20 years old)

Staring at the hospital bed, a tear leaked from the teenager's eye. On the bed, his mother lay, sleeping, near the brink of death. It was a terminal illness, leaving her paralysed from the waist down. It was incurable, and she was just waiting for the reaper to come for her.

"Joshua, come here. I want to talk to you," his mother whispered. Walking up to the hospital bed, the boy reached for his mother's hand, sitting down on the chair next to her bed. "Yes? Is there something you need?" His soft voice filled the atmosphere, containing worry and pain.

"No, I don't feel any pain, I'm fine Joshua. But, I am dying soon. It is a fact. I want you to stop worrying about me, but worry about yourself instead," She smiled weakly, only to lapse into a hacking fit of coughs.

"Mother! Are you okay? Here, drink this," Joshua handed her a glass of water, patting her back gently.

Thanking her son, she drank the water and sighed. "How about we go for a walk? The weather is beautiful today, and the flowers seem to be blooming so prettily," he suggested, changing the topic to avoid any further discussion of her imminent death.

Helping her gently, Joshua moved his mother from the bed into the wheelchair, placing a blanket on her knees to keep her warm. "Let's goooo!" He wheeled his mother out of the room, shouting childishly. His mother could only laugh, and grip onto the wheelchair arms as they ventured down the hallways.

Reaching a turn in the hallway, the teenager veered to the right heavily, only to jerk to a stop at the top of a flight of stairs. Startled by the sudden halt, his mother pitched forward, instantly hurtling down the flight of steps.

No! As she fell, everything seemed to slow down. At the top of the staircase, the teenager's eyes widened as he reached out for his mother.

"Mother! No!" He yelled, diving forward to reach her.

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And all of it happened in a flash. The once falling mother laid in his hands, at the base of the stairs. She was no longer falling. In fact, she was safe, as though she had been at the bottom of the steps the whole time.

Huh? What? How?

Questions ran through the male's head, curious as to how they made it to the bottom of the stairs, completely unharmed. It felt so strange, as though he had obtained some strange power.

"Joshua, are you okay?" His mother sat up in his arms, looking at his face worriedly.

"Wha... What happened? I... Weren't we at the top just a..? Mother, are you okay? Whats going on?" Joshua spluttered, utterly confused.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm fine. Are you?" She patted his shoulder, leaning gently against him.

"Why don't we go back to your room, it is almost time for your daily checkup. Stay here, I'll go get your wheelchair," the teenager guided his mother to the side of the staircase, and climbed up the stairs to get the wheelchair, utterly puzzled by what happened.