Gambit's BarCryoface

A Snow Warrior from the land of Lore, Cryoface is skilled in the art of melee combat, but is also learning how to control the ice magic inherent in his creation.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by qbsuperstar03

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Description

(Picture copyright of Artix Entertainment, LLC.)

Cryoface towers over most humans, rising to between 6 and 7 feet and weighing a good deal over 300 pounds. His body resembles many snowballs joined together, with the exception of his arms and head, which are humanoid. As a result, he seems like a sculpture of a cross between a human and a snake...unless he decides to move. During a snowstorm, however, his vision seems unimpaired where a human would be subject to snow blindness.

Personality

While Cryoface's body seems whole and hale despite the many torments it has suffered, his spirit is another matter entirely. When the peace accord between the Aschen and Coalition forces were signed, his captors had done a number on his will to resist, but had not yet proceeded to the re-education bit. The end result of all this is a broken and sullen shell of what used to be a stalwart defender of peace, having taken his own saying to heart of "it's not how you wield your sword, but why."

Equipment

Cryoface carries a katana made from magical ice, enchanted with the ability to not melt and make fire attacks less accurate. However, Cryoface is loath to test the limits of this enchantment, as such temperatures make him more than uncomfortable.

For long-distance battles, Cryoface uses a dangerous combination of ice magic, a Frostbow hand-crafted by a magical race called Moglins that creates its own ammunition, and a keen grasp of battlefield tactics.

His spells are as follows:

-Snowball: A basic ice attack, meant to numb the target with cold, making movement difficult, as well as cause minor damage from the impact. Because it is magically conjured, his speed and level of control with his throws compares favorably to some Major League Baseball pitchers.

-Iceball: Takes one turn to prepare. The first, highly accurate strike chills the area, while the second, more powerful but inaccurate one creates water that freezes once it hits the cold ground. All creatures except Cryoface are treated as if slowed while on the ice. Casting a fire spell on the icy area melts the ice immediately in place of its normal effect.

-Freezing Breath: By taking a deep inhalation, Cryoface is able to emulate the ability, but not the power, of the greatest ice dragons, frosting over almost anything the resulting gases touch. The cost is a fairly short range, useful only in close quarters where most weapons are ineffective.

-Ice Dragon Spirit: An apparition appears and attacks with its freezing claws and watery bite. As it is incorporeal, it cannot actually interpose itself to defend its summoner, but it can, say, ice up a weakened pillar to stop a collapse or engage in combat with a monster summoned by the opponent.

-Cone of Cold: Cryoface's most offensively powerful spell, this is reserved for cases where a lot of damage needs to be done in a short time, as well as cases where he is up against groups of opponents. Allies had best let Cryoface take the forefront before he unleashes this spell, as it's the magical equivalent of firing an automatic rifle. Upon casting this spell, everything within 45 degrees and 60 feet of where Cryoface is pointing his hands is subjected to extreme cold, possibly hampering system operations and other baleful effects. Basically a more refined version of Freezing Breath.

-Instant Igloo: Cryoface creates a 10-foot radius hemisphere of conjured ice around a designated object, creature or location that is currently on the ground and that he can see. While originally developed in case of a winter storm coming on when no shelter is readily available, it also has its uses for keeping someone or something protected from harm, splitting up a group of opponents, or entrapping an enemy that's proving hard to subdue. No preparation is required, but the dome takes one turn to form, during which anything in the area can simply move (or be moved) out of the radius with no ill effects. Once complete, the dome lasts as long as Cryoface wishes as long as he concentrates plus 1 turn (maximum 10 turns, or 5 turns if the weather is particularly warm), or it is destroyed.

-Cold Snap: Takes one turn to prepare, after which the temperature in a 40-foot radius around Cryoface quickly drops to uncomfortably low levels, which is beneficial both for close combat and for casting any of his other spells in the area. Designed to open combat with to give him a more or less permanent boon, which given his line of work happens more frequently than he cares to admit.

-Icicle Spear: Mainly used for deterrence and aerial coverage due to relative lack of damage output. A volley of small ice darts are conjured, then fired at a target in quick succession. Capable of scoring multiple hits, though they tend to be fairly useless against heavy armor.

-Nor'easter: Borrowed from one of the numerous dialects of the human tongue, heavy snowfall and bitterly cold winds wrack the area, reducing movement and visibility as well as causing hefty damage. Afterwards, large snowbanks piled up against objects in the area that manage to survive the onslaught offer "soft cover" that can throw off a ranged attack's mark but won't stand up to a strong attack aimed directly at it.

History

Cryoface was lucky enough to win the favor of the Ice Lord, one of the eight Elemental Lords of Lore, that created him, but lost it again for reasons unknowable by mortal minds. That lack of connection to his god is what has cost Cryoface his life and his career as a gladiator on that plane. After a stint as head of security at Gambit's Bar, an "argument" with the owner led to his termination and other unsavory things, leaving him little choice but to abandon all that he knew, loved and fought for to assume a hermit-like existence in the Cold Plains. He spends long hours in between training sessions mourning lost loves, missed opportunities and regrettable choices.

Cryoface's Story

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 14:20:48, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface can be seen by the discerning eye coming back from the kitchen after delivering a slab of meat that had been kept in frozen storage. His distinctive snake-like movement would probably distinguish him from just another nonhuman denizen of the bar.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 14:27:19, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface 's discerning hearing picks out the soft voice of something on the bar through the din of the crowded bar. It was difficult for one of his size to get through such a place quickly without a torrent of "excuse me" constantly escaping what passed for lips on his body, but there was something unusual about this being that the flesh-forms referred to as a 'cat.' It seemed to be predatory in nature, but lacked the size to take down any prey of respectable size.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 14:29:16, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface goes over to the one who fancied himself a general. "Easy on the furniture, buddy. Sorry for being so slow, but I had to fetch something from cold storage. Anyway, you may refer to me as Cryoface. Anything I can get you today, sir?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 14:30:57, as a chat transcript.
"My sincerest apologies, miss! I have not yet learned to discern the differences between genders of you flesh-forms."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 14:34:39, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface sadly does not know how to mix a "cosmopolitan": His expertise so far is in searching for things in the cold storage room without complaint as well as moving large or heavy objects. Truly, he has fallen a long way in the eyes of those who know his former calling.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:16:48, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface comes out from the cold storage area upon hearing the sounds of combat. While he is most definitely in forced retirement as a gladiator in the service of the Lord that created him, his fighting instincts are still as sharp as his Ice Katana, being held in his right hand as he shouts in a voice that sounds like it would make an iceberg break in half, "What in the name of the Lord of Winter is going on here?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:19:27, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface squirms over to the recently arrived robot with the gun and the melee weapon, reminding him of a sort of Drakel Power Armor. "I neither know nor care what your original aims are in being here, but if you're not here to eat, drink and be merry, then get the hell out."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:21:17, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface counters with a sunder attempt at the haft of the "chain-axe", trying to reduce the effectiveness of the droid in its combat role.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:27:34, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface sees that the robot he sought to disable has not yet responded. Satisfied with his efforts, he turns to the fight between Mel and Strife. "Did you not found this bar under the concept that this would be a place where peace would reign regardless of who or what you happened to be, Master Masters? If so, you are violating the precept of your own establishment. I therefore humbly suggest that you try to draw this fight to a place where it is less likely to damage your property."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:33:28, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface squirms in between the sparring duo of Mel Masters and Strife. "Normally, I respect the sanctity of declaring one's opponent and seeing a fight through to the end, but could you two possibly perform this dance in a place where it is less likely that collateral damage will negatively impact the owner's capital?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:35:47, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface nods. "Very well, Master Masters. Seeing as I am ultimately on your payroll, I will leave you to treat your establishment as you see fit. However, know that I interfered with the goal of avoiding a repeat of what just came onto the news report over there."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:37:02, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface turns to Strife. "And you...I realize that it is not often one gets to fight one with such a pedigree as your latest opponent, but could you possibly have chosen a different arena?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:38:56, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface sees that his words are useless and action will have to suffice. Bringing his katana up with the speed of an oncoming blizzard, he attempts to parry Strife's blade and avoid having to look for another line of work.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:39:58, as a chat transcript.
"How dare you attack a helpless opponent! He has been defeated, and unless you serve the Lord of Darkness, I see no reason for you to turn your victory into a murder."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:41:07, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface positions himself between Mel and Strife, the intention being to cover the former's escape route while foiling the attempts of the latter to finish the fight.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:42:25, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface allows the kick to come at him, but it seems...slower, almost as if he was in an alternate time flow. With practiced precision, he brings up his sword to sever Strife's outstreteched leg at the knee.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:43:32, as a chat transcript.
*outstretched

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:46:42, as a chat transcript.
(( It was vertical, coming up from under your leg to hit the ligaments and tendons in the back. ))

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:50:03, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface semi-expects the return of the combat droid after ruining its melee weapon of choice, but is unprepared for the onslaught of cannon fire. The bullets pummel his custom-designed Ice Plate, and the ammunition, still red-hot from the muzzle, burns him tremendously.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-18 16:54:44, as written by qbsuperstar03
Cryoface notices that the blood, unlike that of a normal flesh-form, is orange instead of the typical red. "Last warning. Play nice or don't play at all."