Isaiah Frost

"Care for a drink?"

a character in “BloodSport-Death's Game”, as played by Machubi-Uniki

Last seen at: BloodSport ProCircuit

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Isaiah Frost

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Gender: Male

Arena Alias: Just plain-ole’ Frost

Age: 28

Height/Weight: 6’ 1” 178 lbs.

Physical Description: Frost is a considerably attractive man, well toned and tall he has the appearance of a gruff model. (Though I’m sure if you mentioned the fact he could be one he’d kick your ass). He has shoulder length, silky, black hair and though he doesn’t do much to it, it has a nasty habit of being perfectly styled thanks to its silky quality (or rather so he says). He is known to where sunglasses on a regular basis but when he does remove them he has ‘frosty’ or ‘frozen over’ green eyes. Although, whether this is due to the use of contacts or not is questionable. As is common among BloodSport Pros he does posses quite a few scars and tattoos, the most notable being a scar from the bottom of his ear to his shoulder blade. He is quite proud of it and thus that pride seems to spread to the woman he flirts with and they never fail to fawn over it. He is well known for having an ‘annoyingly pompous’ smirk on his face that tells you immediately that he thinks and knows he is better than you.

Melee Weapon: As a gift from his original sponsor, he does use, a weighted to his hand, broadsword, among other smaller hidden weapons for emergency use (though these are constantly changing and never consistent).

Firearm: M4 Carbine with foregrip.

Personality:
Isaiah is an exceptionally vain man, to him appearances are more important than his pay-check. When he is offered a moment to go on a T.V. program you can bet it isn’t for the large sum the producer is paying him and his sponsor but rather for the chance it gives him to spread ‘his good name’. Needless to say, fame has gone to his head. Though fame isn’t the only guilty party, no doubt the countless women that thought he was attractive long before his appearance in BloodSport ignited the first flame. Through this vanity the mere chance to interact with his fans makes him ‘all fuzzy on the inside.’ Although, he could probably honestly say that his favourite fans are of the beautiful female variety.

When he is not taking part in the Games he enjoys a life of nothing but parties and alcoholic beverages. He is certainly a lover of alcohol, not to say he is a drunkard. Very rarely is he ever truly and heavily intoxicated, perhaps it is because he drinks quite often or maybe it is actually because he has some sense of self-control. Although the latter is far less likely than the former.

Isaiah has a rather good sense of humour despite his namesake ‘Frost’. As a matter of fact if he likes you even the slightest he will pester you with joke after lame joke, the ironic part is he knows they are lame jokes; which in effect makes the fact he is saying them to you the real joke. IF he does in fact enjoy your company he may actually make an effort to make you laugh as well, or at least force you (in some way shape or form) accompany him on one of his ‘fun’ party-trips. Should you become friends with him (though his vanity makes it highly unlikely) he will more than likely be both your best and worse ally. He’ll stick himself in your business when you need him to, but then he also does it when you don’t want him to. Perhaps he is more of the curious sort and that is his reason for this act of his.

What one must realize when deciding to ‘hang’ around him is that his version of fun more than likely will not be the same thing as your version of fun, in fact it will probably be just the opposite. Isaiah finds it fun to simply appear in supermarkets and restaurants for the sole purpose of garnering attention for himself from both his fans and the paparazzi; often he makes the statement “It just isn’t right to hide your face from the people who love you, it’s like neglecting a family…a huge extended family.”

However once inside the arena his personality could give you the vague impression that he is in fact bipolar for it completely changes. He goes from a partying, woman loving…ok that remains the same, but he does go from a fun-loving to a cold, calculating, and wrathful man. As of now he has an unbroken winning streak of 53 wins and no losses, since to lose is to die and quite obviously he is alive and…well, almost well.

Likes: Publicity, Shootout matches, his reflection, good company, and large crowds and women.

Dislikes: First and foremost, women who turn him down, frogs, buzz-kills, and Battle Royales. (I don’t blame him).

Hobbies: Admiring himself, partying, showing up at random places just ‘for the hell of it’. Among other more and less notable things.

Phobias:
Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotton or ignored or forgetting.
Batrachophobia- Fear of amphibians, such as frogs, newts, salamanders, etc.
Cacophobia- Fear of ugliness.
Dysmorphophobia- Fear of deformity.

Brief History:
Although little is known about Isaiah before he went pro, it is known that he was raised by a wealthy adopted mother in uptown Chicago, to whom he has expressed his affection many times publicly, stating her support helped him get as far as he is in life. Once he hit the pro circuit, Isaiah took the competition by surprise, quickly rising in rank and reaching the semi finals of the North American tournament his first year, of which he had to drop out of due to a complicated knee injury. His second year Isaiah returned with renewed vigour and succeeded in winning the North American tour, but refused to compete internationally. Recently he decided to try his hand in the pro team circuit but lacked a team to compete with, his agent and contractor both offered to recruit a team of well known professionals, but Isaiah opted for new blood, and scouted himself for a team who's abilities meshed well with his and offered a sponsorship for a select few ideal individuals.

Isaiah Frost's Story

# BloodSport ProCircuit, 2012-02-06 23:09:06, as written by Machubi-Uniki
A dark figure entered a dimly lit room a faint flicker of an ember as it fell from the figure's hand and landed on the ground, a sizzling sound becoming more apparent as the figure stepped on the ember and walked to the man at the desk. The older man sat with his hands crossed gazing at the papers in front of him, a grand total of exactly five. A copy of the letter he had sent and the four responses he got in reply. A small smile played across his lips as he happilly admired the answers he had craved and expected. After shuffling through person after person he had found them, the best of the best. The deadliest of their rank. Droits that had gone undefeated and were catching the eyes of sponsors across the nations; to think he got to them first.

The figure's face became more apparent as he came into the range of the singular lamps light bulb as it shot out it's iron bars of illuminaton revealing two frosted green eyes and a slight smirk, disrupted by the cigarette currently being held by the corner of his mouth and the faint touch of his finger tips. "I take it you got the response you wanted?" Frost said as he removed his cigarette and put it out on his sponsor's desk, "I haven't seen you smile so much since the day I accepted your sponsorship." Isaiah's smile widened, as he watched the older man eye the his hand and the cigarette that was fizzling to its expected end.

"I don't remember telling you to use my desk as a way to put out your cigarette."

"That's 'cuz you didn't." Frost chuckled as he said these words, "So, what exactly did you tell them?"

The older man wiped off his desk, not allowing Isaiah's obvious disrespect for his property and attempts at arrousing his rage affect is great mood, "I simply informed them that they may be given a very suitable offer to enter the ProCircuit and that if they wanted in they would meet me in this office in a day's time. At that point a small test will be given to decide whether they are truly worth sponsering. If they passed they could name their own wages, to a point that is."

Isaiah snorted, "After all you aren't made of money, right?"

"Exactly." The older man stood and walked out of his office his hands rubbing together anxiously, "if you don't mind I'll be excusing myself to make the proper arrangements for their arrival. Please don't make too much of a mess in my absence, Isaiah." The man left, a small smile with a dark and somewhat mischevious shadow overshadowing the sweetness of his rosy, and somewhat chubby, lifted cheecks.

"Proper arrangements my ass." Isaiah said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette and lit it. Sitting himselft down on the desk he reached over and grabbed the papers the other man had previously been holding and a folder. The papers were letters of acceptance from four soon to be, hopefully, team mates of his: Roady Domene, Liam McCarthy, Saraphael Envonge, and Jeremy Krull. "Or rather, better known as Feral, Swift, Mademioselle Guillotine, and The Krull." He said as he looked at the papers in the folder sitting on his sponsor's desk. As he looked at each picture thoughts came to him.

First one being, he'd love to know why Feral was called 'Feral'. "He must be a pretty fun guy." He chuckled, and glanced at the next one, "Swift huh, he looks like nothing more than a kid. What exactly is BloodSport coming to?" Although, this thought was put in check as his face lit up at the next picture, "The Mademioselle, however, is most certainly my type of team mate: beautiful and female." Last but not least was The Krull, a prison league fighter, intersting to say the least but even more so was the reason he was there. "Ex-military, lead his men into a slaughter...remind me to stay on his good side." With that he closed the folder and set it back on the desk, leaving the room for the day and almost looking forward to the next.