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The Basics
Name: Jackson Overland Frost
Nickname/Other names: Jack Frost
Gender: Male
Age: Seemingly 17, though his true age is 300+ years.
Hometown: A small colonial village called Tanglewood, which then became Burgess, Philadelphia.
Canon: Rise of the Guardians / The Guardians of Childhood
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The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB
Mitch Hewer
Appearance: Jack Frost has always been, well, handsome (if the fleet of fangirling mini-fairies has anything to say about it--one of which, incidentally, fainted at the mere mention of his name). While he has "Shifted", he's managed to retain his good looks. Even his snow-white hair, which is always fashioned in a messy array, has made it over to this new world. In many ways, he's just the same as he was in Burgess being a Guardian.
The very first thing one will notice about Jack is his hair. He was never one who cared much for his appearance and happenstance just made his "too lazy to mess with my hair" into a fashion plus. Messy, tangled, and shaken into a hazardous array, his bleached strands stand in every direction upon his head. The color is an outstanding white, though some may call it "platinum blonde" here. It's short and fussy, just as Jack is mischievous and fun.
Jack has a sculpted face, composed of sharp angles and a straight nose, high cheekbones, and full, sumptuous lips. It makes one pretty composition, especially when coupled with blue eyes and pale, nearly alabaster skin.
He prefers his clothing to be casual and is caught, more often than not, in a blue sweatshirt and jeans. However, he almost always "forgets" to put on his shoes. This is a point that the staff of Tenebrae has tried to drill into his thick skull, but Jack just happens to stroll around town barefoot, as he prefers. It's probably more of a rebellious front than actual forgetfulness. (And the fact that he loathes shoes--he hasn't worn any for more than three hundred years.) Jack doesn't have a taste for finer clothes and prefers everything to be... well, chill.
Personality: Jack is the embodiment of fun. In fact, this is his center and what he once protected in children. He knows how to have a good time, despite any and all circumstances. Just been pulled from your world into reality with no recollection of who you are? Well, Jack Frost can put a smile back on your face with rebellious cheer. He never runs out of ideas for pranks and seems to have a whole arsenal for battling against the horrors of boredom. The fact that Jack can have fun under pressure makes up his very being. Fun and joy makes up every inch of who he is.
But Jack's fun does come at a price. He can be reckless, spontaneous, and brash. Sometimes his seemingly "harmless" pranks are just the opposite. And if you dare get on his bad side his daring fun can certainly be turned around for the opposite purpose. He has a short fuse and doesn't easily let go of things. Arguments are the norm for him and trouble a simple extension of himself. As a testament to this fact, he is the record holder for the Naughty List and he didn't land himself there from just lighthearted fun.
Jackson can be clingy at times, almost painfully present at every moment, holding onto your hand in a childishly needy way. This could be due to his three hundred years of total isolation. He has a deeply instilled fear that he will be left all alone again and so grows increasingly attached to whoever he meets. Just the sound of his name can bring a smile to his face. In a strange way, he seems almost surprised when others mention him or come to speak to him. He simply expects them to walk through him once more or ignore him entirely. Of course, he's no longer invisible, a fact that he's still grappling with.
He's rebellious. He doesn't play by the rules. For three hundred years he's gone against every written rule he could think of and then some. Bringing blizzards around when Spring had already come was the norm, attempting to break into the North Pole simply another day on the job. Here in Tenebrae Estates this has not changed. He finds himself in trouble here just as much as in his own world. And he's more than determined to find a way back home, a fact that does not bode well for the charmingly simple world of the Shifted.
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Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
Jackson Overland Frost was born somewhere in the late 1700s, just when colonial America was beginning to bloom. He was a shepherd in his colonial village of Tanglewood. His life was relatively simple for a boy from his century: he was tutored by his father, hunted for food, and was an apprentice craftsman. He also had a loving mother and little, charming sister named Emma.
When Emma was born into the family Jackson was immediately miffed. Pulling his little sister's hair or stealing her husk dolls was not uncommon for the longest time. But as Jackson grew up and Emma as well, he soon struck an unbreakable bond with his sibling. Emma and Jackson did everything together. He would take Emma into the woods to play, teach her all about the world and having fun. Sure, he would trick her at times and play pranks on her just as much as anyone else in the village, but there was an unspoken trust between them. Emma believed in her older brother. And he adored that most of all.
On the winter of his seventeenth birthday, Jackson took Emma ice skating. He bade his mother farewell and Emma tugged him all the way to the frozen lake, chatting excitedly. They skated around and he chased her and they laughed in the twilight. But soon, Emma came upon a patch of thin ice and was soon to fall through. Jackson, however, coaxed her over to the safe, thicker ice with the promise that "everything will be alright". He caught her with his shepherd's staff and threw her over to safety. However, in doing so, he was caught on the dangerously thin ice and fell through. He soon died from the icy, chilling waters and drowned.
But the Man in the Moon soon resurrected him that night. His brown hair turned white, his chocolate eyes blue. He woke to the light of the moon and was pulled from the choking black waters. Yet, when he landed on the ice and it immediately mended beneath his feet, he remembered nothing of his past life. Emma, his village, and everything else was lost in a murky haze. Jackson Overland Frost became known as Jack Frost instead, seemingly born from the moon. Jack knew nothing of his purpose, though he asked the moon plenty of times over three hundred years of isolation. No one could see him. Why? Why did they walk through him, unknowing that he was there? What was he meant to do? Why did he have powers of ice and snow, how could he fly on the wind? But the moon remained silent. He left Jack alone for a very, very long time.
After centuries of being on his own and invisible, Jack was called upon the moon to be a Guardian to fight against the Boogeyman, Pitch Black. Jack resisted becoming a Guardian at first, confused and unsettled by the change. Though, after recovering his memories from his baby teeth, he realized his own potential and embraced his destiny. He fought valiantly against Pitch, using his own belief and love of fun to defeat the Nightmare King.
Jack soon, officially, became a Guardian afterwards. He protected the fun children had and also gave them joy in their darkest moments. He went around the globe and inspired fun everywhere! For the first time in his long life, he was utterly content and happy, ecstatic to be seen and believed in!
Until, of course, he Shifted into reality and was taken to Tenebrae Estates. He remembered everything from his past, no doubt due to his first encounter with amnesia (losing your memories: overrated). He was determined to find out why he was brought here... and how to get home.
Key Moment: A few days after the defeat of Pitch Black and Jack becoming an official Guardian.
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A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
Darkness... that's the first thing I remem--
Wait. What?
Certainly, it was dark. But it wasn't cold. And though Jack swore to it, there was no icy water choking him, no splashing waves beating against the ice above due to this thrashing limbs. No lake seeping the life out his veins, chilling his bones so he could never feel warmth again. He was not in a forest, settled at the bottom of a murky lake, dying.
He was in a garden. With flowers. And it was Spring.
Where--? What?
Jack was confused as he sat up, the world bright and glowing, warmth settled in his otherwise numb fingertips. It was then, as he considered the quaint garden he sat in, that he felt it. Beating against his ribs. It thudded and it bled and it was wonderful and intoxicating. He tore at his shirt, startled by the sensation of it hitting his ribs.
A heartbeat!
No. No. He couldn't be alive. He had died years ago, beneath the freezing clutches of the lake. Saving... saving his little sister. But his heart drummed on and Jack also realized he felt warm. He felt warm. He hadn't felt heat since his hair was brown, nearly three hundred years ago. He tenderly touched his face, his hands, his soft, silky hair. He was changed. He was alive. He got up from his perch and looked around. Houses lined a street and it didn't look unlike a suburb in Burgess. Every house nearly identical, trimmed lawns, and gardens spruced to perfection. He buried his now warmed hands in his sweatshirt pocket and stared, dazed. Was this some kind of trick?
As if a called by his question, two men in crisp black suits appeared. They smiled. Their faces were warm and kind, it reminded Jack of North's own cheery, aged expression. But something was wrong. They approached him with purpose, their stride confident.
"Jackson?" The tallest of the men asked.
"It's Jack," he responded curtly, warily considering the suited men.
"It's time for you to come with us. We know you're confused right now, but we have all the answers you need. If you'll just come this way--"
Jack shook his head defiantly.
"I don't need your help," Jack snapped, turning away. "I can find my way home on my own. Hey, Wind!"
Jack waited. This was the moment the wind would whisk him away, into the air where he felt most alive, high above the hanging clouds. Yet, nothing happened. The wind did not heed his call. It didn't wrap him up, tickle his face and hair. His truest and oldest friend of all left him there. The suited men seemed to know this was coming and shook their heads in unison.
"We're sorry, Jack. But your powers won't work here," the second man told him. He stepped closer, placing a large, commanding hand on Jack's spindly shoulder.
Jack lurched away, spinning around frantically.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about? What's going on?" Jack demanded.
"Like we said, if you just come with us--"
"No way! I don't need you! I'm getting out of here." And Jack turned away until those same hands grabbed him again. Jack fought against them. He thrashed and threw himself to the ground, crawling away until the men took him by his shirt and pulled him up. Jack was breathless, his face flushed. "Lemme go!"
But they did not. Instead, they took him to Tenebrae Estates.
And this is where his story begins.
Member Name: Magic
Member Age: 20
Other Characters: None.
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: I'm cool. :3 Sorta.
The Basics
Name: Jackson Overland Frost
Nickname/Other names: Jack Frost
Gender: Male
Age: Seemingly 17, though his true age is 300+ years.
Hometown: A small colonial village called Tanglewood, which then became Burgess, Philadelphia.
Canon: Rise of the Guardians / The Guardians of Childhood
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Outside and the In
Face Claim/PB
Mitch Hewer
Appearance: Jack Frost has always been, well, handsome (if the fleet of fangirling mini-fairies has anything to say about it--one of which, incidentally, fainted at the mere mention of his name). While he has "Shifted", he's managed to retain his good looks. Even his snow-white hair, which is always fashioned in a messy array, has made it over to this new world. In many ways, he's just the same as he was in Burgess being a Guardian.
The very first thing one will notice about Jack is his hair. He was never one who cared much for his appearance and happenstance just made his "too lazy to mess with my hair" into a fashion plus. Messy, tangled, and shaken into a hazardous array, his bleached strands stand in every direction upon his head. The color is an outstanding white, though some may call it "platinum blonde" here. It's short and fussy, just as Jack is mischievous and fun.
Jack has a sculpted face, composed of sharp angles and a straight nose, high cheekbones, and full, sumptuous lips. It makes one pretty composition, especially when coupled with blue eyes and pale, nearly alabaster skin.
He prefers his clothing to be casual and is caught, more often than not, in a blue sweatshirt and jeans. However, he almost always "forgets" to put on his shoes. This is a point that the staff of Tenebrae has tried to drill into his thick skull, but Jack just happens to stroll around town barefoot, as he prefers. It's probably more of a rebellious front than actual forgetfulness. (And the fact that he loathes shoes--he hasn't worn any for more than three hundred years.) Jack doesn't have a taste for finer clothes and prefers everything to be... well, chill.
Personality: Jack is the embodiment of fun. In fact, this is his center and what he once protected in children. He knows how to have a good time, despite any and all circumstances. Just been pulled from your world into reality with no recollection of who you are? Well, Jack Frost can put a smile back on your face with rebellious cheer. He never runs out of ideas for pranks and seems to have a whole arsenal for battling against the horrors of boredom. The fact that Jack can have fun under pressure makes up his very being. Fun and joy makes up every inch of who he is.
But Jack's fun does come at a price. He can be reckless, spontaneous, and brash. Sometimes his seemingly "harmless" pranks are just the opposite. And if you dare get on his bad side his daring fun can certainly be turned around for the opposite purpose. He has a short fuse and doesn't easily let go of things. Arguments are the norm for him and trouble a simple extension of himself. As a testament to this fact, he is the record holder for the Naughty List and he didn't land himself there from just lighthearted fun.
Jackson can be clingy at times, almost painfully present at every moment, holding onto your hand in a childishly needy way. This could be due to his three hundred years of total isolation. He has a deeply instilled fear that he will be left all alone again and so grows increasingly attached to whoever he meets. Just the sound of his name can bring a smile to his face. In a strange way, he seems almost surprised when others mention him or come to speak to him. He simply expects them to walk through him once more or ignore him entirely. Of course, he's no longer invisible, a fact that he's still grappling with.
He's rebellious. He doesn't play by the rules. For three hundred years he's gone against every written rule he could think of and then some. Bringing blizzards around when Spring had already come was the norm, attempting to break into the North Pole simply another day on the job. Here in Tenebrae Estates this has not changed. He finds himself in trouble here just as much as in his own world. And he's more than determined to find a way back home, a fact that does not bode well for the charmingly simple world of the Shifted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right Up to that Key Moment
History:
Jackson Overland Frost was born somewhere in the late 1700s, just when colonial America was beginning to bloom. He was a shepherd in his colonial village of Tanglewood. His life was relatively simple for a boy from his century: he was tutored by his father, hunted for food, and was an apprentice craftsman. He also had a loving mother and little, charming sister named Emma.
When Emma was born into the family Jackson was immediately miffed. Pulling his little sister's hair or stealing her husk dolls was not uncommon for the longest time. But as Jackson grew up and Emma as well, he soon struck an unbreakable bond with his sibling. Emma and Jackson did everything together. He would take Emma into the woods to play, teach her all about the world and having fun. Sure, he would trick her at times and play pranks on her just as much as anyone else in the village, but there was an unspoken trust between them. Emma believed in her older brother. And he adored that most of all.
On the winter of his seventeenth birthday, Jackson took Emma ice skating. He bade his mother farewell and Emma tugged him all the way to the frozen lake, chatting excitedly. They skated around and he chased her and they laughed in the twilight. But soon, Emma came upon a patch of thin ice and was soon to fall through. Jackson, however, coaxed her over to the safe, thicker ice with the promise that "everything will be alright". He caught her with his shepherd's staff and threw her over to safety. However, in doing so, he was caught on the dangerously thin ice and fell through. He soon died from the icy, chilling waters and drowned.
But the Man in the Moon soon resurrected him that night. His brown hair turned white, his chocolate eyes blue. He woke to the light of the moon and was pulled from the choking black waters. Yet, when he landed on the ice and it immediately mended beneath his feet, he remembered nothing of his past life. Emma, his village, and everything else was lost in a murky haze. Jackson Overland Frost became known as Jack Frost instead, seemingly born from the moon. Jack knew nothing of his purpose, though he asked the moon plenty of times over three hundred years of isolation. No one could see him. Why? Why did they walk through him, unknowing that he was there? What was he meant to do? Why did he have powers of ice and snow, how could he fly on the wind? But the moon remained silent. He left Jack alone for a very, very long time.
After centuries of being on his own and invisible, Jack was called upon the moon to be a Guardian to fight against the Boogeyman, Pitch Black. Jack resisted becoming a Guardian at first, confused and unsettled by the change. Though, after recovering his memories from his baby teeth, he realized his own potential and embraced his destiny. He fought valiantly against Pitch, using his own belief and love of fun to defeat the Nightmare King.
Jack soon, officially, became a Guardian afterwards. He protected the fun children had and also gave them joy in their darkest moments. He went around the globe and inspired fun everywhere! For the first time in his long life, he was utterly content and happy, ecstatic to be seen and believed in!
Until, of course, he Shifted into reality and was taken to Tenebrae Estates. He remembered everything from his past, no doubt due to his first encounter with amnesia (losing your memories: overrated). He was determined to find out why he was brought here... and how to get home.
Key Moment: A few days after the defeat of Pitch Black and Jack becoming an official Guardian.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Roleplaying Shift
RP Sample:
Darkness... that's the first thing I remem--
Wait. What?
Certainly, it was dark. But it wasn't cold. And though Jack swore to it, there was no icy water choking him, no splashing waves beating against the ice above due to this thrashing limbs. No lake seeping the life out his veins, chilling his bones so he could never feel warmth again. He was not in a forest, settled at the bottom of a murky lake, dying.
He was in a garden. With flowers. And it was Spring.
Where--? What?
Jack was confused as he sat up, the world bright and glowing, warmth settled in his otherwise numb fingertips. It was then, as he considered the quaint garden he sat in, that he felt it. Beating against his ribs. It thudded and it bled and it was wonderful and intoxicating. He tore at his shirt, startled by the sensation of it hitting his ribs.
A heartbeat!
No. No. He couldn't be alive. He had died years ago, beneath the freezing clutches of the lake. Saving... saving his little sister. But his heart drummed on and Jack also realized he felt warm. He felt warm. He hadn't felt heat since his hair was brown, nearly three hundred years ago. He tenderly touched his face, his hands, his soft, silky hair. He was changed. He was alive. He got up from his perch and looked around. Houses lined a street and it didn't look unlike a suburb in Burgess. Every house nearly identical, trimmed lawns, and gardens spruced to perfection. He buried his now warmed hands in his sweatshirt pocket and stared, dazed. Was this some kind of trick?
As if a called by his question, two men in crisp black suits appeared. They smiled. Their faces were warm and kind, it reminded Jack of North's own cheery, aged expression. But something was wrong. They approached him with purpose, their stride confident.
"Jackson?" The tallest of the men asked.
"It's Jack," he responded curtly, warily considering the suited men.
"It's time for you to come with us. We know you're confused right now, but we have all the answers you need. If you'll just come this way--"
Jack shook his head defiantly.
"I don't need your help," Jack snapped, turning away. "I can find my way home on my own. Hey, Wind!"
Jack waited. This was the moment the wind would whisk him away, into the air where he felt most alive, high above the hanging clouds. Yet, nothing happened. The wind did not heed his call. It didn't wrap him up, tickle his face and hair. His truest and oldest friend of all left him there. The suited men seemed to know this was coming and shook their heads in unison.
"We're sorry, Jack. But your powers won't work here," the second man told him. He stepped closer, placing a large, commanding hand on Jack's spindly shoulder.
Jack lurched away, spinning around frantically.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about? What's going on?" Jack demanded.
"Like we said, if you just come with us--"
"No way! I don't need you! I'm getting out of here." And Jack turned away until those same hands grabbed him again. Jack fought against them. He thrashed and threw himself to the ground, crawling away until the men took him by his shirt and pulled him up. Jack was breathless, his face flushed. "Lemme go!"
But they did not. Instead, they took him to Tenebrae Estates.
And this is where his story begins.
Member Name: Magic
Member Age: 20
Other Characters: None.
Tell us a Little About Yourself!: I'm cool. :3 Sorta.
