Post by Sylver on Nov 11, 2009 2:13:36 GMT -5
(!)Name: Zeta Frost (Picture)
Nickname:
(!)Age: 23
(!)Gender: Male
Body type: Kind of on the small side, occasionally mistaken for a girl, but he’s more athletic than not
(!)Hair/eye color and style: His hair is shoulder length and shaggy, right half of his head has black hair, left side is white. His eyes are a bright green.
(!)Clothing and Style: Dark brown pants, brown shirt and boots, black trench coat with gold edge/trim
(!)Personality: Calm and distant, but when he gets passionate about something, he can swing from mood to mood
(!)Backstory: From the earliest he could remember, he lived in Metropolis. He never went to the school, preferring to scrounge around and find things to eat. So h never learned to read or write, but did built up a resistance to the effects of eating spoiled food.
The winters were hard on anyone living in the slums, but especially for those who didn’t have anyone to rely on. Zeta, however, found the cold to be comfortable and easily ran circles around those who were suffering. He never felt any sympathy or pity for those people, they kept trying to steal from him or attack him for being a ‘freaky psychic’.
He found his affinity for ice by sliding around corners and tripping people chasing him with the slippery ground he left behind. Curiosity and experimentation with frosting over every surface he could find, drawing the ice off surfaces and creating little sculptures. It was his own little talent that ‘no one else had’ until he got into a fight with someone who created a blade made of ice. Zeta was seriously outmatched and took off running.
His previous tactics of sliding around corners didn’t work, the psychic maintained traction despite the ice. Beginning to panic as he was chased by his much older opponent, he lost his sense of direction and ran into a dead end. Intending to smash his way through the remarkably still intact windows of one of the buildings, he charged at them only to be startled by a drastic change in scenery.
Most everything was black, with some distorted shapes that looked like windows back into the world he had just left. He turned back to the window behind him to see the psychic looking around in confusion. Making a snap decision, Zeta ran back out of his black mirror world and executed an assassin-like technique he considered cheating, but was willing to use to survive.
He was willing to do anything to survive, and he no longer cared about staying hidden. He practiced his mirror-walking in secret, using that as his trump card for when his ice didn’t work, and dressed the way he felt would make a silent statement. When challenged, chilling the air around him and glaring at the person usually worked well enough to make the person leave him alone.
Family: None
Motivations: To find a reason for living
(!)Special abilities:
He has a moderate level in telepathy and telekinesis, and he’s better at keeping people out of his head than getting into others. His first special ability one is the one he tells people about, the second, he keeps quiet about. He can create frost and ice out of nothing, the speed at which he can create it depends on the weather and how much concentration he has. If he has lots of time, he can do detail, but tends to be slow, if he’s panicking, he has little control over it, but it gets the general job done. His second ability is being able to travel through reflective surfaces. He can see other places on mirrors and windows and any other reflective surface and travel through them to those places. If he puts something into a reflective surface while he’s concentrating on it, he can drop that something into a void to never be recovered.
(!)Strengths/Weaknesses: He finds it easier to establish a mental connection with someone who doesn’t have psychic abilities and has to struggle to keep the connection with psychics. If acid rain is falling, his ice tends to turn to dry ice and explode. Travelling through a reflective surface that is not flat gives him a headache, the more distortion the more it hurts. He also cannot travel through reflections that don’t fit his body, but he can view other places through them. He’s not resistant to anything other than the cold. He doesn’t like fighting and his reluctance to trust anyone lead him to being pathetic at close combat. He prefers sneak attacks.
Nickname:
(!)Age: 23
(!)Gender: Male
Body type: Kind of on the small side, occasionally mistaken for a girl, but he’s more athletic than not
(!)Hair/eye color and style: His hair is shoulder length and shaggy, right half of his head has black hair, left side is white. His eyes are a bright green.
(!)Clothing and Style: Dark brown pants, brown shirt and boots, black trench coat with gold edge/trim
(!)Personality: Calm and distant, but when he gets passionate about something, he can swing from mood to mood
(!)Backstory: From the earliest he could remember, he lived in Metropolis. He never went to the school, preferring to scrounge around and find things to eat. So h never learned to read or write, but did built up a resistance to the effects of eating spoiled food.
The winters were hard on anyone living in the slums, but especially for those who didn’t have anyone to rely on. Zeta, however, found the cold to be comfortable and easily ran circles around those who were suffering. He never felt any sympathy or pity for those people, they kept trying to steal from him or attack him for being a ‘freaky psychic’.
He found his affinity for ice by sliding around corners and tripping people chasing him with the slippery ground he left behind. Curiosity and experimentation with frosting over every surface he could find, drawing the ice off surfaces and creating little sculptures. It was his own little talent that ‘no one else had’ until he got into a fight with someone who created a blade made of ice. Zeta was seriously outmatched and took off running.
His previous tactics of sliding around corners didn’t work, the psychic maintained traction despite the ice. Beginning to panic as he was chased by his much older opponent, he lost his sense of direction and ran into a dead end. Intending to smash his way through the remarkably still intact windows of one of the buildings, he charged at them only to be startled by a drastic change in scenery.
Most everything was black, with some distorted shapes that looked like windows back into the world he had just left. He turned back to the window behind him to see the psychic looking around in confusion. Making a snap decision, Zeta ran back out of his black mirror world and executed an assassin-like technique he considered cheating, but was willing to use to survive.
He was willing to do anything to survive, and he no longer cared about staying hidden. He practiced his mirror-walking in secret, using that as his trump card for when his ice didn’t work, and dressed the way he felt would make a silent statement. When challenged, chilling the air around him and glaring at the person usually worked well enough to make the person leave him alone.
Family: None
Motivations: To find a reason for living
(!)Special abilities:
He has a moderate level in telepathy and telekinesis, and he’s better at keeping people out of his head than getting into others. His first special ability one is the one he tells people about, the second, he keeps quiet about. He can create frost and ice out of nothing, the speed at which he can create it depends on the weather and how much concentration he has. If he has lots of time, he can do detail, but tends to be slow, if he’s panicking, he has little control over it, but it gets the general job done. His second ability is being able to travel through reflective surfaces. He can see other places on mirrors and windows and any other reflective surface and travel through them to those places. If he puts something into a reflective surface while he’s concentrating on it, he can drop that something into a void to never be recovered.
(!)Strengths/Weaknesses: He finds it easier to establish a mental connection with someone who doesn’t have psychic abilities and has to struggle to keep the connection with psychics. If acid rain is falling, his ice tends to turn to dry ice and explode. Travelling through a reflective surface that is not flat gives him a headache, the more distortion the more it hurts. He also cannot travel through reflections that don’t fit his body, but he can view other places through them. He’s not resistant to anything other than the cold. He doesn’t like fighting and his reluctance to trust anyone lead him to being pathetic at close combat. He prefers sneak attacks.
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