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J E T T
B L U F R O S T
• "To bring shame to the family name is to lose it; outshine your predecessors and know your own power." •
Used To Be - SIAMÉS
Glory - Jamie N Commons
Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons
B L U F R O S T
• "To bring shame to the family name is to lose it; outshine your predecessors and know your own power." •
Used To Be - SIAMÉS
Glory - Jamie N Commons
Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons
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Anything but Blufrost will be met with silence, or an awful glare if he can muster up the effort.
A G E
He appears to be in his late 50s, and has apparently done so for hundreds of years. Some might even say a millennium.
G E N D E R // S E X
He's old fashioned; a man through and through. Doesn't really understand modern gender values.
S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual.
O C C U P A T I O N // T I T L E
He has taken up the study of Botany, and much prefers to spend his time with plants; preferably ones of the deadly variety. He was a renowned warrior in his past, but that's all it is. The past.
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Winti
A B I L I T I E S
As a Winti of the earth element, it wouldn't be wrong to say that the body of a Blufrost is made of wood. Thick armour-like bark can be produced around their exterior in moments, and many train from young ages to handle incredibly heavy amounts of this bark - keeping to certain regimens and plant-based diets in order to maximise their levels of control. It largely depends on the individual, but the armour does not appear instantaneously, and needs a certain amount of time to generate. Those of the highest level, a category the majority of the Blufrost family falls under, are able to manipulate their bark to such a specific point that they can create weaponry from it. Plant life such as flowers and vines can also be produced with the right diet, though it requires a lot of dedication to be able to use them in a weapon sense. They can also enjoy immunity from poisons and certain illnesses.
W E A K N E S S E S
One could see Winti as trees given the gift of movement. Should they not be used to using their ability, they can be clumsy and inefficient, relying solely on power to win their battles. Those who do not know their limits may create too many layers of bark, affecting their manoeuvrability. Any Winti can be harmed with the use of regular weaponry; deep cuts caused by blades can take a lot of time and energy to heal, while blunt trauma splinters a vast surface area and can send the whole body into shock. Winti will also always have weak points around their joints, as too much of any kind of bark will make their movement suffer. Some will even neglect to have any armour in these areas at all. They are also particularly susceptible to smoke inhalation.
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____intelligent • wise • antisocial • gruff
Jett is an old man. He's thick-skinned, bored, and grumpy. So much has happened in his life that there is little left to interest him, which is why he turned to studies as a way of passing time. However, when you have the lifespan of a tree, the world doesn't hold quite enough recorded knowledge to keep you occupied forever. And so, our beloved Sir Blufrost turns to making his own discoveries: starting with which plants would make the best deadly weaponry.
As a youth, Jett had all kinds of fame. He was quite the battle driven warrior, his many successes earning him many friends and admirers. And while his immature air of self-importance has faded with time, he is still very big into respect; there is no taunting or rudeness towards this man, unless being hit on the head with a large wooden hammer sounds appealing to you. However, this also means that he himself treats everyone with respect. So even though he is angry, disagreeable and all around irritating at times, he's not going to insult you. Not without good reason. Largely, his talents lie in training young people in the art of battle, and advising the slightly less youthful on tactics. Battle becomes a very casual thing when you've seen so much of it and been effected so little. He can approach these things with a calm mind, no matter the deadline.
Another thing Jett has gained from his studies, particularly his interest in plants, is extensive knowledge in the medicinal field. He can aid the sick and wounded with ease, coating their ailments with herbs and remedies like he's putting toppings on a pizza. He might even let you stay and rest for a couple of days in his secluded woodland resort of a cottage, if you're lucky. Despite his readiness to help the young become more useful, this old man is particularly antisocial. He may teach you how to use a sword, or fashion you some crutches, but he probably won't invite you over for tea. His house is full of deadly toxins after all.
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Jett Blufrost was born and raised to be a warrior. With parents devout to his Seelie rulers, he followed eagerly in their footsteps to become their greatest asset. And he was indeed one of, if not their best. Intense training from a young age had gifted him with incredible control over his abilities, and he could wipe the floor with any opponent - using whatever form of woodland weaponry best suited his situation. His name spread far and wide, along with his posse of boisterous fellow warriors. The group became poster children for propaganda, and everyone knew their faces. He was loved by many, hated by many; feared and respected by all. Except for one:
Fate would have young Blufrost fall hard for his childhood sweetheart, a half-breed Winti with small talents in both the water and air elements. She was a peaceful girl from the start, and had always tried to dissuade Jett from following his father's wishes. Now, with so much blood on his hands, she could no longer bear to see him, and she left for another colony, where she later married. The heartbreak sent Jett into a spiralling void of depression, making it very difficult to focus on anything else, despite all the positives in his life. He had realised what he truly wanted only when it was too late.
Jett went through many efforts to distract himself; which included seeking the comforts of many different women. This landed him with a few problems, namely his three children: Valencia, Titus and Ebony. Begrudgingly, he left the ranks of the army to raise them as best as he could, and the grew on him. After Valencia's death, Jett moved out of the Seelie realm into the secluded regions surrounding Parkwood, where by her request he raised his Grandson, Crow. The two still live together within the mortal realm, as Crow has never showed any evidence of his Winti heritage, aside from a strengthened immune system.