Name: Wynter Nyte
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Type: Mutant
Mutation: Wynter is, as she says, cursed with ice. Everywhere she goes the temperature dips down low and small icicles form everywhere; crusting in every crook and cranny like cockroaches that you can’t keep out. Ice collects on her skin like dust creating a sort of glowing appearance. She hates having to explain that she’s not a vampire. Just with her mind she can condense almost anything into ice except wood, rubber, and things like plastic. To keep her in a cage they must coat everything with rubber, and Wynter especially hates how they make her stay with other mutants, they are always freezing with her in the same room.

Description: Wynter has long hair that drapes slightly past her shoulders in uneven, choppy layers and short bangs going over her forehead and slimly covering her eyebrows which are a light brunette shade. The hair color is a red, a mix of different shades including small streaks of orange, though the orange is most like a slight tint. Wynter is at average height and has soft features that make her look innocent, but don’t be fooled, she’s very strong. Her strength is very good for a non-athlete but she doesn’t have any hint of muscles, just soft skin that is a fair color. Wynter’s eyes are what attract most, they change to different shades of blue.

Sapphire- when her eyes are this color she is curious and awestruck.


Green Grey-She’s mad at someone when her eyes are this color. Not a fiery, intense mad but a soft mournfulness.


Ice- threatened, ready to lash out and attack; this color means danger.



Personality: Before she was here, Wynter was a very nice and caring girl, yet she was a loner. Wynter always drifted from place to place and never stayed long with any people, she wasn’t shy, just mistrusting. Now, she’s cold, dark, ands secretive. She’s like a stone, sitting in the corner staring you down, daring you, just daring you to come closer. However, beneath all her weariness Wynter is a gentle girl who hates to see people in pain, though she doesn’t mind inflicting it to those who truly deserve it. Nobody knows this but her mind is very cunning and Wynter knows a lot of things you wouldn’t expect her to know. Wynter can learn things just by watching, she’s an observer who sits motionless and studies with her eyes doing the movement. She holds no grudges except for the people who run the lab she is in, for other’s she just forgets whatever they’ve done to her.
What seems dark and cold is an innocent girl who really cares, no matter how stubborn she is.
Fears: Wynter isn’t a rather fearful person so she only has a few fears. She absolutely fears weapons and needles, though she has faced that fear countless times. It’s what any mutant would be afraid of.

Cell: A9
Likes: Even if she has a fear of weapons, Wynter loves using them. Back at her home she had a rifle and went shooting targets. It just makes her feel controlled because she also loves freedom. Nothing makes her feel more free than horse-back riding through a forest when her family took her out to the ranch. Wynter just likes anything that has to do with rebellion.

Weakness: Most would say fire would be her weakness but it just affects her like it would affect anyone. Wynter’s weakness would be pain, when she’s in pain it mixes up her thoughts and Wynter says the completely wrong things in interrogation which gets her almost killed every time.


History: Wynter lived in a small house with 5 brothers who always tortured her. (after being at the lab she doesn’t say that lightly) Close enough by to walk to was a ranch and the owners absolutely adored Wynter and let her ride, go to the shooting range, and just hangout and sleep in the fields or barn.

One day, Wynter decided she would live on the ranch and make the owners think she went home every day. When they finally found out she had run away they turned a large stall into a room and let her sleep there. As long as she could feed herself then Wynter was allowed to stay. So Wynter fell asleep and drifted into the night. When she woke up there was screaming and shouting. Quickly, Wynter raced outside, grabbed her rifle, and shot the people who were hurting the owners. They didn’t go down, two went and chased her off into the fields while the others interrogated the owners.
Wynter ran for her life and tried to shoot the men and when the grabbed her she jammed the butt of the gun against their skulls and kept running. She hid behind a wall and prayed they wouldn’t find her, and they didn’t. When Wynter heard the owners’ screams of pain she raced back there with two more guns but was caught before she could shoot.
Finding out Wynter was the only kid on the ranch they took her to the jail and mutated her. Now she sits to this day, replaying the awful tale in her mind, wondering, What if?