[Phantom]

Alister Junghoon Moon

Full Name: Alister Junghoon Moon
Pronouns: He/Him
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Birthplace: East Providence, Rhode Island
Birthday: May 26th
Orientation: Bisexual (prefers women)
Status: Single
Occupation: Doctor
Power: Scanner Vision
Play-By: Haneul Kang
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 187 lbs


Personality:
At first glance Alister is almost completely unremarkable. He is a serious man- and a perfectionist. In his work he is methodical, and while he has his doubts- he always looks to the evidence. And evidence would agree, he is usually making the right call. Alister lives what looks like a very practical and polished life. And he does stick- almost painstakingly, to his routines- he has to, to be able to function. Underneath it all, Alister is driven by his allocentric nature. He has to believe that he is doing what is best- for himself, for his patients, and for his friends.

Even between friends, Alister is formal and businesslike. While he'd like to say it's because medical school and residency have consumed, chewed up, and swallowed the past decade of his life- he's always been like this. But he has a bad habit. He knows that people don't really expect anything else from him. So when somebody least expects it- and when he observes that they're not in a foul mood- sometimes he says or does something completely out of character.

It's easy to pass over Alister, and actually, sometimes he doesn't really want to be noticed. He's perfectly capable of going woodwork for weeks at a time, with only his closest friends noticing that he's missing. While he is generally a nice person, he's capable of being very critical- especially when whatever he's critiquing will have an actual impact on someone. He lives a very scrupulous life, so when Alister does let go, he lets go completely- and majorly overindulges.

At heart, Alister is an idealist. He is hardworking: because as both a patient and a doctor, he wants to change medicine. Despite being open to new approaches in a clinical setting, in his personal life, Alister is firm. Both his posture and his personality are equally stiff, but his demeanor is not oppositional. Most of all Alister is consistent. He does what he says he's going to do- even if he's tired, or he'd rather not do it. He shows up- and sometimes he's a little silly, or a little strict, or maybe quiet and lost in all the information around him- but he always shows up.

History:
Minus the occasional odd duck- and some executions back in the day- Alister's maternal line have all been doctors. Both of his parents are doctors, his older brother is a doctor, and while there was certainly an expectation from more distant relations- his immediate family was shockingly liberal. He could be or do anything he wanted to, and his parents would support him.

His childhood was fairly normal- aside from both of his parents occasionally being on-call at the same time. And the specialist visits that he started to have to go to when he was three.

Alister decided at a young age that he wanted to be a doctor.

His pancreas gave up the ghost early, and they could never figure out why. Sometimes it just happens in young children. He was giving himself injections by five, carb counting in elementary school, and learned about sliding scale doses by the time he was eight.

He could never really understand why they insisted that he take his blood sugar when he could see it- plain as day. Up until elementary school, Alister never really realized that nobody else saw the world the way he did. That they couldn't just focus, and look at anything, and get all this information. It caused some... Misunderstandings.

But it also saved his first grade teacher's life. He saw the clot before he even started showing symptoms, and called 911 when it started heading towards his heart. There were a lot of little incidents like that throughout his life. Before he even knew what these things were called, or why they were bad.

Alister was a good student and, for the most part, had an uneventful grade school life.

Except for the- what he thought was little- lie he told in the fourth grade. Alister was a "good" kid. A little stiff- and kind of a tight-ass- even for a nine year old. It was his whole sense of identity up to that point.

He caught some of the other kids stealing the candy that their teacher awarded them for trivia quizzes. Then- he started taking some too. Alister, unfortunately- as a goody two-shoes- had no idea how to steal and get away with it. Deathly aware of the fact that he was about to get in trouble not only for stealing- but also for stealing candy as a diabetic- he lied.

He blamed it on another kid, who, to be fair- was also stealing some here and there. There was a whole big to-do about it- and he was sweating bullets the whole time- hiding behind his reputation as a "good kid".

That was the end of candy quizzes for the rest of the year. The other kid only got a slap on the wrist but man, he still feels guilty about it. Not that a piece of candy here or there was going to kill him. His blood sugar was higher from the stress of the whole incident than it had ever been when he'd eaten it.

In high school, he was on the school's archery team. It became something of a passion of his, and a major stress reliever. It certainly didn't hurt his college admission chances either. He was on a handful of other teams too, and a fistful of clubs, and the president of this and of that. He dated, and he volunteered, and his blood sugar levels- which he had very carefully kept under control for the last eight years- were spiking. Out of nowhere. He never missed a basal dose, ever, and was very careful with his bolus doses.

Diabetes sometimes has a mind of its own.

Sure, a piece of candy could spike his blood sugar- but so could an argument, or riding on a roller coaster. Alister could literally see his blood sugar: could watch it change in real time if he wanted to- and he was still struggling. He got sick a lot his Junior year, which, surprise surprise- did not help his blood sugar.

Then, his Endocrinologist suggested splitting his basal dose up. Half in the morning, half in the evening. It wasn't perfect- he still needed to manage his health strictly to keep the schedule he did- but it worked.

To be a doctor you not only had to get an M.D. - but you also have to be presumed fit to practice. It's a barrier that keeps many doctors with experience as patients out of medicine.

If Alister was struggling this hard with his disease, how much harder was it for kids that couldn't monitor their blood sugars constantly? Sure, there were Continuous Glucose Monitors- but they only measured interstitial sugar levels- and weren't always reliable. The site had to be moved every once in a while, and sites failed. It was the same for pumps (which was why he never tried one).

Alister had never been a free spirit in the first place, it was an easy compromise for him. But any interruption to his routines set him on edge. He was still working things out- but med school, matching, college, and everything else weren't going to wait for him. Looking back, it was almost comical how hard he was struggling to rush through things. At seventeen, it felt like the world was going to end if he took a year or two off.

Ironically, Alister actually finally fell into that ideal under 6.5 A1C level when he got to the hard part. After completing his premed program, he matched at the University of Cincinnati.

And from that day on- until the very last day of his residency- the hospital became his life.

He didn't want it to be. Alister made a genuine effort to have a life outside of the program. But it was an all-consuming thing. It ate up friendships and relationships indiscriminately. All he could do was savor his time off, and hope for the best.

So the time finally came. Alister was here. He'd finally be able to use his ability for good- and he'd be able to work toward, and get all the experience he needed for his ultimate goal.

After the great-candy-debacle of '00, Alister had sworn that he would never tell a lie again. But what was obvious to him was not obvious to everyone else. Nobody else could check vitals at a glance- or find genetic abnormalities. And insurance companies, attendings, and chiefs of medicine did not accept "just because" as a reason to run an expensive test- or to administer medication.

They also didn't appreciate "fluff" in patient's charts- but to Alister the "fluff" was why he wanted to become a doctor.

A mistake on a patient's chart will live forever.

So Alister started making "mistakes" early and often. He would lie about suspecting a much more common malady to get a test he needed run. He'd warm up thermometers, and would refer out to a specialist with any reason that he could come up with that would fly. He would make a mistake on a chart, or insurance forms, to get patients into clinical trials.

If the insurance companies could charge $600 for insulin and $350 for a two-pack of epi-pens, they could afford a mistake or two- per day.

But he didn't have all of the answers.

Alister had a lot to learn. More often than not, his power left him with more questions than answers. He was absolutely sure about his diagnosis', but had a lot of doubt about treatment. Sometimes there was no "right way"- and all he could do was look at the evidence. He spent many sleepless nights pouring over patient charts, medical books, preprints, and journals.

Sometimes he did everything "right" and the outcome was still bad. At the hospital death was just another coworker. He didn't know how the doctors that had been working here for ten, twenty, or even thirty years did it. But there was always another patient who needed him.

Eventually he started taking the tough cases on purpose, he had grown to enjoy them. It drove him nuts coming up with a treatment plan, but Alister could appreciate a mystery. He hated how many of the patients that he saw seemed hopeless. That had been sick for decades with mystery illnesses.

The only time that Alister's power had gotten him in trouble was when he was doing his month-long rotation in surgery. He mostly just stood to the side and wiped sweat, or other bodily fluids. But there was one particular patient who had a tumor that had gone unnoticed. Alister could see it- nobody else. There wasn't any "mistake" that he could make there that would reveal it. So, when the surgeon went to make a cut in the area- he sneezed. Hard- obnoxiously. Surgeons don't typically flinch, he had to really try there- but the mistake was made.

Alister did his residency in Pediatrics. He was mostly interested in Diabetes and Autoimmune issues, whatever shape they happened to come in. He liked working with children. The "fluff" that he had gotten scolded for caring about on the floor was considered more acceptable when he was working with a family.

Many diseases aren't curable. Even if he could do nothing, it was helpful to have a name to give to the symptoms. He worked hard, met and dated the person that he thought was the love of his life- and continued to make a lot of decisions about his future career. Alister was always torn between research and patient care.

There was a way to have the best of both worlds, but it was something he wouldn't be able to do for a long time. Starting his own practice would take a lot of time, money, and experience.

Like everything else, the hospital ate up his relationship.

Even worse, they had been friends for years. They were also in the same program- which was awkward. Really awkward. Super awkward. Alister's natural formality didn't help. It would have been easy to just bury himself in his work, but he had a living example of why he didn't want to do that right in front of him.

His residency director basically lived at the hospital. There wasn't a time when Alister was there that he wasn't. He was retiring that same year, and Alister was convinced that retiring was just going to give him more time to work.

It really pushed him to start to try and have a life, hard as that was. He could be called in whenever- anything he did had to be something he could put down immediately. He loved being a doctor, but he didn't love working at the hospital. He could find joy in it- but he didn't love it.

Still, no day was ever the same.

And then- finally, eight years later, and hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt- Alister completed his residency. He was both relieved and gutted at the same time. All of his friends (most of whom, to be clear, were also leaving) were there. He'd spent almost every moment of the last eight years in that hospital.

It was stressful and it was exciting. He knew almost everyone's name there. He had patients that he'd been seeing there- that he'd been treating- for almost a decade, who were going to ask about him. The people that worked there were like his family for the past eight years- an awkward, dysfunctional family that he had grown to lean on.

The hospital was a monster that ate up everything.

You'd never see or know- from the outside- about the thriving ecosystem in the belly of the beast.

It was tempting to linger, and hard to walk away. But Alister went back home. He was, finally, taking some time off

...Searching for work didn't count as working, right? It was a job by itself, but he could step away. He wasn't on call twenty-four hours per day.

There were dozens of options in front of him. Alister knew what his ultimate goal was- to start his own practice, but how did he want to get there? His letters of recommendation mentioned his "special insight" and "aptitude for diagnosis", and he probably shouldn't waste that. Before he settled down- he decided- he should try to get as much experience in as many different fields as possible.

While he was taking his time and weighing his options, Alister received an offer.

It was a government job. The pay was good, it was live in- so he wouldn't have to pay rent. He would have set hours, and wouldn't have to come in unless there was an emergency. On top of all of that, it was not only a patient care position, but also a research one. He'd be there for a year. It was almost like it was made just for him.

He had no idea what he was going to do with all his free time. Probably spend a lot of time figuring out how to have free time again!

When he arrived on the island, he was briefed further on the job. Given what he thought were all the nitty-gritty details- that the patients he would be treating here were far from ordinary- and that the cases he would be taking would usually be related to that. That was all well and good, Alister enjoyed a challenge- and he could learn a lot from the other doctors there.

But after only two weeks- and before any students have even arrived- Alister has developed a sneaking suspicion that there were other motives to the offer. That while he will be looking after the students here, they will also be keeping an eye on him.

This was no ordinary school.

Other:
The Powers:
Scanner Vision- The user can perform complex visual scans on their environment, or creatures around them, and determine their intimate properties or detect their presence. They can also diagnose the condition of what they observe and find inconsistencies or errors.

Alister's power mostly has to do with biological and identity factors. He can tell, at a glance: a person's age, a person's gender, if they have any scars/piercings, tattoos, genetic abnormalities, medical conditions, stab wounds, their vitals, etc. and their general mood. While it might seem like it, he is not a psychic- and can't glean somebody's name- or read their future based on their physiognomy. His power is only really useful on humans and animals, if he uses it on an object, he'll only get basic molecular data.

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