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Cryoface

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.

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

Groups

These are the passengers on board the Orbus, as it departed the Wing City Spaceport for its maiden voyage.

Inventory

A simple yet sturdy shield.
Basic sword.
This pouch can contain a small number of other things, and is useful for holding things while traveling (among other things).
This bag has straps, pouches, and more — great for accumulating things over time.
A legendary artifact found behind The Impervious Door, made from ice that cannot melt or shatter. Equips the wearer with the entirety of cryogenic abilities.

Description

Picture URL: http://adventurequest.wikia.com/wiki/Snow_Warrior

(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

This is not the original longtime friends of his might know and love--much like the Dread Pirate Roberts, the name is designed to be passed down to qualified successors in order to keep the legacy intact. This second iteration, given name Rime-Blade, lacking the predecessor's life experience, is much more no-nonsense and inflexible when it comes to rule violations, though he has quickly developed a healthy tolerance for fights that are out of his league. Being highly impressionable, perhaps even a bit naive, also means that there's a good chance he'll believe almost anything until proven otherwise.

Equipment

This version carries a more traditional ice-crafted broadsword with wickedly jagged edges. What it lacks in protection and elegance it makes up for in effectiveness. He doesn't have a ranged weapon...yet.

His spells are as follows:

-Snow Drift: A basic ice attack, conjured over the head and then brought downwards. Numbing cold meets sheer weight, making it difficult for victims to get up after a hit.

-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 summoned reinforcements to even the odds. This spell was the original's last-ditch effort to drive off a particularly nefarious threat and it did cost him his life, so the new one is loath to invoke it.

-Tail Sweep: By itself, his tail is strong enough to constrict smaller opponents on its own, but when he really puts his mind to it he can produce a strong gust of cold air that can knock foes backwards.

-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.

-Powder Blast: A weak, short-range attack that involves blowing loose snow. When used in conjunction with a strong wind, it sticks to objects it hits, proving itself rather useful against those that would cloak their form with glamers such as invisibility.

-Kyuurei Hadouken: Like his predecessor's venerable Snowball, with all the dramatic flair of a Street Fighter attack. It's also quite a bit stronger, used to break up fights he was too slow to prevent from happening, intended to end them IMMEDIATELY. After hanging around Motoko for long enough, it was inevitable that he picked up some token Japanese, after all.

-Instant Igloo: Whether as quick cover against an oncoming attack or a way to help his friends ride out a storm, this defensive bubble is designed for both short and long-term protection.

-Happy Frostval!: One of those presents you'd rather not get because it blows up in your face, turning a large-sized restaurant into a winter wonderland with the proper setup, with powder snow swirling everywhere, not to mention the force of the explosion itself.

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 spent long hours in between training sessions mourning lost loves, missed opportunities and regrettable choices. After a fight with Jack Thirteen used up the last of his reserves, he had Motoko Attenborough fly to the Cold Plains and enact a ritual to call forth a replacement, knowing that she would be torn apart in the eventuality that he fell in battle. The success of this ritual is evident in the presence of this new specimen.

So begins...

Cryoface's Story

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Cryoface says,
 "My sincerest apologies, miss! I have not yet learned to discern the differences between genders of you flesh-forms."

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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?"

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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."

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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?"

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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.

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Cryoface says,
 "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."

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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.

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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.

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Cryoface says,
 *outstretched

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Cryoface says,
 (( It was vertical, coming up from under your leg to hit the ligaments and tendons in the back. ))

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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.

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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."

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Cryoface has only a moment to appreciate how the serious wound to the leg took seconds to heal, when that would bring a normal flesh-form to its knees, when the time comes to stop marveling and start fighting again. The full offense is impressive, but it is mindless, with almost no look towards defense or setting up the Snow Warrior for a particularly unavoidable or otherwise tactically advantageous strike. After evading a sideways swipe at his midsection, he counters with a swing towards the elbow of Strife's sword-arm. This is not so much a sunder as it is a "dis-arm" attempt.

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Character Portrait: Cryoface Cryoface says,
 (( I'm assuming that after defending for a while, you'll eventually try a big swipe across my body, and when I defend against that, I counter with a swing at your sword-arm elbow, trying to separate your forearm from the rest of the body. ))

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Cryoface backs off from combat as well. "You are a good fighter, but apparently you have met your match today. Leave this place until you are able to interact in a non-violent manner or I finish you off right here and now."

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Cryoface looks over at the man that is offering his healing services. "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind, this guy is missing half of his sword arm and is apparently unable to speak. If you could help me subdue him so you can work your magic, I'd appreciate it."

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Cryoface cleans the blood off of his blade and goes back to the cold storage area that was his 'apartment' for the time being. "Someone heal that guy that's missing an arm before he does it himself and comes back for more, please?"