Jack Frost
08-08-10, 02:43 PM
Note: This thread takes place far before most of Althanas cannon, the story will follow Winter (Jack's past life) and Jolly.
Island of Seasons circa three million years ago....
The island of seasons was a truly strange place to live. The large island was divided evenly into four sections. Each section was ruled by a "family" of divine royals, Winter, Summer, Spring, and Fall. Perhaps family is the wrong word to use. Perhaps bloodline would be more accurate. Typically each ruler has ruled in his or her past lives. Father Winter was no exception of this rule.
Of course at this point in his life he was not Father Winter. His name was Polaris Bear. All rulers had taken many forms in their life, and the fact that he was a human born to a polar bear made it clear he was different. He had been raised to become a knight of Winter, to serve the new lord of ice when he arrived. At the age of twelve he could wield a sword better than most full grown knights could. By the time he reached the age of eighteen he had become an unstoppable force to reckon with.
It seemed the southern arctic winds would roar at his command, and he ice served him with no hesitation. Not only was he powerful, he was very handsome. He kept his face cleanly shaven, his clothes clean. He never left his home without spending at least an hour on his looks. His majestic mane of silver locks was kept out of his face, making sure his powerful teal eyes could gaze intently on anything and everything. It was rumored he could douse fires and freeze water just by looking at it. His skin was pale, like the ice he trod upon. His lips were blue from the perpetual cold. His breath constantly came out in fog, which swirled mysteriously around him.
He wore black trousers that clung to his legs tightly, and a black sleeveless shirt. Then he wore a white puffy jacket with arctic turn feathers on the hood, which showed he was a knight of Winter. His shoes were black and made from seal skin. Strapped to his back was an icy white longsword which he had dubbed Gale.
His real story started one cold and gusty day in the town of Berg......
Island of Seasons circa three million years ago....
The island of seasons was a truly strange place to live. The large island was divided evenly into four sections. Each section was ruled by a "family" of divine royals, Winter, Summer, Spring, and Fall. Perhaps family is the wrong word to use. Perhaps bloodline would be more accurate. Typically each ruler has ruled in his or her past lives. Father Winter was no exception of this rule.
Of course at this point in his life he was not Father Winter. His name was Polaris Bear. All rulers had taken many forms in their life, and the fact that he was a human born to a polar bear made it clear he was different. He had been raised to become a knight of Winter, to serve the new lord of ice when he arrived. At the age of twelve he could wield a sword better than most full grown knights could. By the time he reached the age of eighteen he had become an unstoppable force to reckon with.
It seemed the southern arctic winds would roar at his command, and he ice served him with no hesitation. Not only was he powerful, he was very handsome. He kept his face cleanly shaven, his clothes clean. He never left his home without spending at least an hour on his looks. His majestic mane of silver locks was kept out of his face, making sure his powerful teal eyes could gaze intently on anything and everything. It was rumored he could douse fires and freeze water just by looking at it. His skin was pale, like the ice he trod upon. His lips were blue from the perpetual cold. His breath constantly came out in fog, which swirled mysteriously around him.
He wore black trousers that clung to his legs tightly, and a black sleeveless shirt. Then he wore a white puffy jacket with arctic turn feathers on the hood, which showed he was a knight of Winter. His shoes were black and made from seal skin. Strapped to his back was an icy white longsword which he had dubbed Gale.
His real story started one cold and gusty day in the town of Berg......