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Character Information
Name: [Jack Frost]
Journal: [artcicle ]
Series: [Gaia Online, Bitter Frost series]
Species: [Mythological Creature]
Ability: [Jack Frost's main ability deals with ice and snow. His "job", as it were, as a spirit of winter, is to create cold, snowy landscapes, to bring on the winter season. He is a step in the cycle of seasons, where the ground and people rest after growing and harvesting and before it all starts anew in spring.
His chief ability is to freeze moisture around him, to create ice and snow. This ability does have some range, but not a terribly large one, judging from how he has to move about in canon to spread the ice and snow. He can freeze water, in large bodies or droplets in the air, chill winds, and even make individual intricate snowflakes with his power. The range of this ability would be within his immediate area, perhaps out to ten yards depending on the particular conditions of the area. His control at such a range is tenuous at best; the smaller and closer to him the area he is trying to affect is, the better the result.
His body temperature is freezing. His skin is a snowy white and his hair, eyelashes and brows, and even his clothes, show signs of being frozen. Extreme heat is his natural enemy, and would literally undo him. He is able to endure human temperatures, though not in comfort (more likely in great complaint). He could also live through other seasons, if he chose to, subsisting on the coolness provided by the icy magic in his body.
He can also fly. He is not very strong physically speaking, so in a direct fight, he would not do well.]
Position: [Student, in his first year.]
Appearance: [Image here.]
Canon History: [Bitter Frost Canon]
History: [Jack Frost was not the first of his kind. There had been many before him, ushering winter in and out in time with the other seasons. He was a normal boy, just turned eighteen, before he had become a Frost. Not at all atypical, really- He put fun before work; he was interested in music and art, no real thought to planning anything beyond the next week, independent, on his own and loving his freedom. He had been walking home from school in the winter, some introductory college courses he really did not have much interest in, surrounded by snow, freezing cold, and still happy.
Then was the first, and only, time he would see his predecessor, just before being given his powers. Jack saw the man hovering just off to his side, clad in bright whites and blues, and smiling. He stopped, marveling, and the man in blue said something Jack couldn’t quite make out right then. His senses were consumed by whiteness.
It was odd when he woke up. He was lying in the snow, and yet not cold. The flurry covered scenery around him seemed even more beautiful. He looked around; the man from before was gone, having left only the echoes of the barely audible things he had said. The knowledge of his mission seemed to have sunken into Jack’s brain just as the cold had seeped into his very being. Every old song or tale talking about Jack Frost nipping at noses was, at least in part, true. There were Jack Frosts- They made the winter. They worked the magic until they grew too old, or too tired, or lost their drive, and then passed the power onto another person. Why he had been chosen Jack wasn't sure of, perhaps for his obvious love of the season or something else... However the decision was made, and winter was his now.
Thankfully, his predecessor had done the season’s work for that area. Jack Frost had no idea how to do it. It was only through wild experimenting that he finally made a few snowflakes, and a near disaster for a proper snowfall that almost ended in a blizzard. Flight was likewise an accident. He had been sitting in a tree, trying to freeze a simple layer of frost over leaves when he slipped, and presumably adrenaline and instinct from his inherited power took over. It was still a bumpy landing some ten feet away, but he was ecstatic all the same. His time was spent attempting to learn through trial and error what he could and could not do.
By the time the end of winter at his home was nearing, Jack Frost fancied himself a true artist. He could create intricate flakes, none alike, and freeze over ponds in a matter of moments as he glanced above them in flight. He took great pride in everything he made, and the apparent joy people had in his creations. Winter was, however, despite what he did, beginning to thaw. He was not entirely sure of what to do, other than move on to the next place winter would be. From there… No clue, no idea. He had to take the limited powers he had learned from a city to fill… He had no idea how large an area. Maybe an entire continent.
It was nearly March when he was approached by a woman calling herself Alicia Proudmoore. Jack had no idea how she knew of him and his new abilities, or even of the old tales of Jack Frost being true in general, but what she had to say steered his curiosity in another direction. A school that could teach him how to utilize his abilities. Though he was warned that leaving before his education was complete would be impossible, the idea was definitely alluring. He could figure out what he needed to know, and it sounded a damn sight more interesting than his other studies. Perhaps most comforting was that he would have a place to be for a while, and not have to worry about where to move to. Surely the world would get along for a few years without as much magnificent artistry; It had made it through the Dark Times, right? A few unexplainable mild winters surely wouldn't hurt.
It was the morning of the first proper thaw, early in March, that he left and made for the school he had been told about.]
Personality: [Jack Frost, as described by items created in his likeness, is a mischievous winter spirit who loves the attention of others. His first motivation to help the blinded, sleeping Gaians was to wake and restore them so that they could appreciate his art, the beautiful winter he was creating. He takes a great deal of pride in his work, creating flurries, drifts, and even individual snowflakes, to catch the eyes of people and garner their praise. He is a little childish in this respect. He is often jealous of others taking attention away from him, especially other season spirits and anyone who would distract his audience.
Despite his obvious differences, he is similar to other young men. He is passionate, fairly friendly, and at times, reckless. One would have to be to even think of challenging a dragon to a fight. He is apt to leap before he looks, and then wing a plan. He prefers direct methods instead of beating around the bush, both in how he does things and how he talks to people. It annoys him when someone is obviously indirect with him or hiding something from him. Jack does enjoy being around people, for the most part. Until someone starts beating around the bush, or complaining about snow. Of all things, his art is the subject he is touchiest about. He will defend it without a thought. He is easily riled up, but also easy to appease, so lasting anger from him is rare, and saved for special cases...such as someone trying to steal his eyes.]
Samples
Journal Sample: [Link to post.]
Third Person Sample: [The air was cool- Not as cold as Jack would really like it to be, but nippy enough to be refreshing. Winter was coming to the school, something he had been greatly looking forward to. He already knew he wouldn’t be allowed to cover the whole of the grounds in snow drifts, and it was a disappointment that loomed in the back of his mind, but he was too excited for just simple cold weather. Living through summer and fall had been difficult, livable but very uncomfortable; He felt like he understood the feeling others had at the start of summer vacation. His time to play was coming soon.
Name: [Lotta]
Main Journal:[
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Character Information
Name: [Jack Frost]
Journal: [
artcicle ]Series: [Gaia Online, Bitter Frost series]
Species: [Mythological Creature]
Ability: [Jack Frost's main ability deals with ice and snow. His "job", as it were, as a spirit of winter, is to create cold, snowy landscapes, to bring on the winter season. He is a step in the cycle of seasons, where the ground and people rest after growing and harvesting and before it all starts anew in spring.
His chief ability is to freeze moisture around him, to create ice and snow. This ability does have some range, but not a terribly large one, judging from how he has to move about in canon to spread the ice and snow. He can freeze water, in large bodies or droplets in the air, chill winds, and even make individual intricate snowflakes with his power. The range of this ability would be within his immediate area, perhaps out to ten yards depending on the particular conditions of the area. His control at such a range is tenuous at best; the smaller and closer to him the area he is trying to affect is, the better the result.
His body temperature is freezing. His skin is a snowy white and his hair, eyelashes and brows, and even his clothes, show signs of being frozen. Extreme heat is his natural enemy, and would literally undo him. He is able to endure human temperatures, though not in comfort (more likely in great complaint). He could also live through other seasons, if he chose to, subsisting on the coolness provided by the icy magic in his body.
He can also fly. He is not very strong physically speaking, so in a direct fight, he would not do well.]
Position: [Student, in his first year.]
Appearance: [Image here.]
Canon History: [Bitter Frost Canon]
History: [Jack Frost was not the first of his kind. There had been many before him, ushering winter in and out in time with the other seasons. He was a normal boy, just turned eighteen, before he had become a Frost. Not at all atypical, really- He put fun before work; he was interested in music and art, no real thought to planning anything beyond the next week, independent, on his own and loving his freedom. He had been walking home from school in the winter, some introductory college courses he really did not have much interest in, surrounded by snow, freezing cold, and still happy.
Then was the first, and only, time he would see his predecessor, just before being given his powers. Jack saw the man hovering just off to his side, clad in bright whites and blues, and smiling. He stopped, marveling, and the man in blue said something Jack couldn’t quite make out right then. His senses were consumed by whiteness.
It was odd when he woke up. He was lying in the snow, and yet not cold. The flurry covered scenery around him seemed even more beautiful. He looked around; the man from before was gone, having left only the echoes of the barely audible things he had said. The knowledge of his mission seemed to have sunken into Jack’s brain just as the cold had seeped into his very being. Every old song or tale talking about Jack Frost nipping at noses was, at least in part, true. There were Jack Frosts- They made the winter. They worked the magic until they grew too old, or too tired, or lost their drive, and then passed the power onto another person. Why he had been chosen Jack wasn't sure of, perhaps for his obvious love of the season or something else... However the decision was made, and winter was his now.
Thankfully, his predecessor had done the season’s work for that area. Jack Frost had no idea how to do it. It was only through wild experimenting that he finally made a few snowflakes, and a near disaster for a proper snowfall that almost ended in a blizzard. Flight was likewise an accident. He had been sitting in a tree, trying to freeze a simple layer of frost over leaves when he slipped, and presumably adrenaline and instinct from his inherited power took over. It was still a bumpy landing some ten feet away, but he was ecstatic all the same. His time was spent attempting to learn through trial and error what he could and could not do.
By the time the end of winter at his home was nearing, Jack Frost fancied himself a true artist. He could create intricate flakes, none alike, and freeze over ponds in a matter of moments as he glanced above them in flight. He took great pride in everything he made, and the apparent joy people had in his creations. Winter was, however, despite what he did, beginning to thaw. He was not entirely sure of what to do, other than move on to the next place winter would be. From there… No clue, no idea. He had to take the limited powers he had learned from a city to fill… He had no idea how large an area. Maybe an entire continent.
It was nearly March when he was approached by a woman calling herself Alicia Proudmoore. Jack had no idea how she knew of him and his new abilities, or even of the old tales of Jack Frost being true in general, but what she had to say steered his curiosity in another direction. A school that could teach him how to utilize his abilities. Though he was warned that leaving before his education was complete would be impossible, the idea was definitely alluring. He could figure out what he needed to know, and it sounded a damn sight more interesting than his other studies. Perhaps most comforting was that he would have a place to be for a while, and not have to worry about where to move to. Surely the world would get along for a few years without as much magnificent artistry; It had made it through the Dark Times, right? A few unexplainable mild winters surely wouldn't hurt.
It was the morning of the first proper thaw, early in March, that he left and made for the school he had been told about.]
Personality: [Jack Frost, as described by items created in his likeness, is a mischievous winter spirit who loves the attention of others. His first motivation to help the blinded, sleeping Gaians was to wake and restore them so that they could appreciate his art, the beautiful winter he was creating. He takes a great deal of pride in his work, creating flurries, drifts, and even individual snowflakes, to catch the eyes of people and garner their praise. He is a little childish in this respect. He is often jealous of others taking attention away from him, especially other season spirits and anyone who would distract his audience.
Despite his obvious differences, he is similar to other young men. He is passionate, fairly friendly, and at times, reckless. One would have to be to even think of challenging a dragon to a fight. He is apt to leap before he looks, and then wing a plan. He prefers direct methods instead of beating around the bush, both in how he does things and how he talks to people. It annoys him when someone is obviously indirect with him or hiding something from him. Jack does enjoy being around people, for the most part. Until someone starts beating around the bush, or complaining about snow. Of all things, his art is the subject he is touchiest about. He will defend it without a thought. He is easily riled up, but also easy to appease, so lasting anger from him is rare, and saved for special cases...such as someone trying to steal his eyes.]
Samples
Journal Sample: [Link to post.]
Third Person Sample: [The air was cool- Not as cold as Jack would really like it to be, but nippy enough to be refreshing. Winter was coming to the school, something he had been greatly looking forward to. He already knew he wouldn’t be allowed to cover the whole of the grounds in snow drifts, and it was a disappointment that loomed in the back of his mind, but he was too excited for just simple cold weather. Living through summer and fall had been difficult, livable but very uncomfortable; He felt like he understood the feeling others had at the start of summer vacation. His time to play was coming soon.
Butterflies were in his stomach. He stole outside after dinner, too excited to allow himself to be locked up indoors with the cold night beckoning to him. It was even colder with the sun down, and it sent an excited shiver up his spine.
Jack found a tree, and jumped toward its branches, letting his magic carry him to sit a sturdy looking perch. Before he had even settled, he had his hands in front of him, moving through the air as if to catch something unseen. With a bit of concentration, the moisture in the air condensed into droplets, the droplets froze, and he manipulated them. He turned them over and over, turning, freezing them together, and watching the patterns of the crystals grow exponentially more complex.
He stopped when it was as large as his hand, cradling his creation. That was a piece of art, something he wanted all of his classmates, teachers- Everyone in the world to see.
They would in time though. Once he knew more, once he had learned the whole extent of his abilities, he would show the entire world his artwork. The winter after his graduation would be the most beautiful the world had ever seen.
…Assuming he would graduate. The thought of graduating made him remember himself; If he was caught outside when he wasn’t supposed to be, it would be trouble. That was the last thing he wanted just before his season. He felt a twinge of sorrow as he let the snowflake drift from his fingers, down to the ground, where it melted. Well, he would remember it. He would never make another like it.
It was an easy jump down from the branch, with a whisper soft landing. Then, he thought better of walking. He let his magic propel him over the ground, just a little above it. Jack made his way into the building, to his room, as silently as he could manage.]
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