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Winston Moore

cold as ice

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a character in “Superhero Rejects”, as played by huneycomb

Description



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winston moore

frigid

every time I walk in the room, the temperature drops twelve degrees




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NAMExxxwinston samuel moore

NICKNAMESxxxwinn, winny (hates)

AGExxxtwenty-six

GENDERxxxcismale

SEXUALITYxxxbisexual

ABILITYxxxcryokinesis

ETHNICITYxxxscandinavian

HOMETOWNxxxgrand forks, ND

OCCUPATIONxxxretail worker at bookstore



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HEIGHT | WEIGHTxxx6'1" | 177lbs

APPEARANCE
xxxWinn has never really been too concerned or really cared for that matter about his appearance. Most of the time he's so quiet that no one notices either. His appearance is very striking, almost intimidating with his straight, dark hair, pale complexion, and pale, icy blue eyes. His mother was always known for being hauntingly beautiful and Winston gained most of his mother's attributes. His facial features are very angular and structured however they soften up lightly when they reach his eyes, this he knows he got from his father. His tall and thin stature lead most to think that he's never had much of an athletic background, however he has acquired a lean figure from running cross country in high school as well as general training in the Backyard. All in all, he tends to give off an aura of a sophisticated intellect, which is not entirely wrong.

Winston always tries to dress his best, it's merely a personal preference. Button downs, jeans, anything classy that permits to the weather (although he's never had to worry about the cold). He's never liked standing out amongst a crowd, but if others notice him he always tries to look nice.



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ABILITIESxxxWinston has mastered the ability to create, shape, and manipulate ice. He can create and manipulate snow, blizzards, and even has been able to tap into a little bit of aerokinesis with frigid air. He can also control the intensity of his powers, meaning he can inflect anything from a light snow to a raging blizzard. He's even tried recreating a reverse nuclear blast, instead of heat and radiation, with cold and ice. However, this didn't work out and definitely didn't end well. His most frightening ability is that of turning others into solid ice, he's only done it once and it scares him as he doesn't know how to reverse it. He's thought about using this to slow someone's heart beat or keep them in stasis if they are injured but is too scared to try. Winn can also turn other beings into ice statues but he's rather afraid to actually use this power yet in fear of what would happen. He's dabbled in creating ice constructs before such as weapons, shields but they're never strong enough and almost always shatter. From being surrounded by cold so much, Winston is not affected at all by extreme cold temperatures.

WEAKNESSESxxxDistance, mass, precision, always limit him when it comes to his abilities as he can only push himself so far. The creation of of his ice depends on the amount of moisture available; dry areas or extreme heat make this difficult or near impossible for him. Moving objects are difficult (if not impossible) to freeze, as the vibrations of their movement cause the ice to shatter, making sound-based abilities a perfect counter.


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P E R S O N A L I T YxxxWinston is a quiet, calm, and calculating individual. He prefers to watch and wait. He doesn't see the real point of getting caught up in others problems unless they somehow directly affect himself. Winston rarely allows himself to grow close to people, given his issues regarding trust, and the fact most believe he actually does have a heart of ice. Instead of socializing giddily, he'll put up defenses to avoid talking. He'll either stay silent, not saying a word and giving off a cold front (sometimes literally), or he'll give a rather snarky remark that instantly shoots others down. However, though he can be seen by others as being closed off and unemotional should he choose not to have anything to do with them, he can still be friendly and open to those he does communicate with. A part of him believes he hasn't met the right person yet.

Winston strives constantly to achieve logical conclusions to problems, and doesn't understand the importance or relevance of applying subjective emotional considerations to decisions. For this reason, he is usually not in-tune with how people are feeling, and is not naturally equipped to meet the emotional needs of others. Since his feelings are his least developed trait, he has a little difficulty giving the warmth and support that is sometimes necessary in intimate relationships. He usally can, however, realize the value of attending to other people's feelings. Whatever the case, he's not one people get to know easily, but when they do, and if he truly accepts them as a friend, he will be somewhat protective over them, and while he won't divulge on too much about his past, he will open up more than others to that individual, something not many can lay claim to. Winston doesn't really take into account his emotions when making decisions. Therefore, he could think fondly of someone, but refuse to let them in until they've proven themselves to him. It's his analytical nature that makes him come off as cold and apathetic, though once he lets someone in he's rather a distant-but caring individual.

Winn normally disguises his worry to the point of insignificance. Very rarely does it show in his words or actions. If anything, he’s often frightened by the idea of freezing someone to death, especially someone he cares about. Of course there are times he wants to, but that's a feeling he pushes deep deep down.

Unfortunately, Winston can be icy. He is very reserved, classically shy or possibly introverted. He finds himself freezing and hardening into stone even when he doesn’t feel under attack. Cutting himself off from others, he stops the progression of relationships from going beyond a certain point. Due to him thinking so logically, people view him as insensitive. When he tries to exercise his empathy, it hardly comes out right, and so he does nothing to prevent this; moving in another direction with little apology or vulnerability. Winston thrives in the ice and that’s where his personality stays.


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LIKE & DISLIKESxxx

classic literature + piano + snow + colder temperatures + the smell of mint + reading + classical music + iced coffee + winter + chocolate covered strawberries + comfort of silence + collared shirts + the color blue + accents + peanut butter anything + cats + comedies + car rides with the windows down + long walks or jogs at night + tattoos + boys & girls + tomatoes

being in the spotlight - obnoxious people - snakes - blood - taste of mangos - parties - dancing (he's horrid) - thunder - heights - anticipation - making big decisions - feeling anxious - the heat - pranks - fire - awkward small talk - being disturbed/interrupted - the dark - family - summer

HABITS, HOBBIES & QUIRKSxxx

Winston is very sensitive to hot temperatures, and being in the day-to-day sun just feels a tad uncomfortable to him but it won't seriously hurt him. He also has bad anxiety from his experiences as a child, and when he has attacks he can become very unpredictable and dangerous. He honestly doesn't have very many hobbies (he often loses passion in everything). However, he does enjoy classic literature as well as piano.

FEARS

Winn is deathly afraid of love. He truly believes the one feeling he shuts out the most is destined to kill him in the end. Winston froze his father into solid ice once, he doesn't know the limit to his powers and he's afraid he will hurt someone else.


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H I S T O R YxxxWinston was born in one of the coldest towns in the United States, Grand Forks, North Dakota. Winn's mother was never in the picture and he instead grew up with his father. His father, Nicholas, was a fisher for a small company and often spent his time on the frigid waters near the Canadian border. He was a very reserved and closed off individual, the town recluse is what most called him.

Winston had a rather quiet childhood, he could tell from a young age that he was different from the other students at the school he attended. For one he wasn't affected by Grand Fork's cool temperatures and when he was rather angry it would snow. Since his mother was out of the picture he would always question his father about her disappearance but his father always told him she died in a fishing accident. Winston never believed him. Winn and his father had a rather complicated relationship from the beginning considering they were both distant and reserved people, they didn't know how to talk to each other.

On a particularly bad night when he was seventeen, Winn and his father were fighting like usual, when his father said something he shouldn't have. That it was Winn's fault his mother had left, that she didn't want him, and neither did his father. After that Winston could hardly contain his anger and punched his father in the chest, what happened next has scarred him for life. Right where Winn touched his father in the chest a small ice patch grew, and then expanded until his father was a statue of ice. In the midst of Winn's panic he ran.

With nothing but the shirt on his back he spent a good year hiding, making his way across the states. In that year he discovered more about himself than he could possibly imagine. From his powers, to who he actually was as a person. He promised himself the day he'd left he would never look for his father, so he avoided newspapers, articles, the internet, anything that could've given him a clue as to what happened. Winston was too afraid to know. He wasn't a monster. Was he? Winston eventually was found out by an agent who had been watching him, and recruited to the Barnhouse, for his "distasteful" past.


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So begins...

Winston Moore's Story

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The vegetable soup tonight was watery, and that was highest compliment Sam could give the dish. He could tell it had onion in it, but none of the other colourless lumps resembled any vegetable Sam could name. But, he didn’t get paid until 2pm tomorrow, so he was eating Roy’s questionable veggie soup, and half a loaf of stale bread another resident had tossed his way.

Sam had worked a late shift at the cafe, and by the time he got dinner for the rabbits he was tending upstairs in his room it was far past dinner time, so the kitchen was mostly empty and Roy was mopping the floors. Though Sam much preferred the quiet, at meal times there was an insane energy always buzzing around and usually one fight at least.

Link, the scrappy canine at Sam’s feet gave a low whine and bark. β€œLink.” Sam said, chastising him. Link was telling Sam a story back from his stray days, about a female dog he’d once ran across. And he was not telling the story kindly, nor politely. For a dog that Sam had found starving in an alleyway with three legs, he had a lot of crude opinions.

β€œHe’s chatty tonight.” Roy said from the top of his mop. β€œGot lots to say does the wee fella?”

Sam fed Link another soup soaked piece of bread and patted his head. β€œThe rabbits are just driving him a little stir crazy I think.”

β€œRabbits?” Roy said, with a slack jaw, his mop left to drop forgotten to the floor. Sam winced at his slip up, he’d forgotten that he’d yet to tell Roy about the three rabbits that he’d found nestled behind the dumpster at work. If Roy thought Link was chatty, he should see the rabbits. The three of them could talk a mile a minute at each other nonstop.

Luckily, Sam was saved by the bell. Literally as a squealing whine pierced through the air, coming from the ceiling.

β€œWho used the third floor shower again!” That was Cierra who yelled out, following it up with a curse. She had been reading a magazine at the other end of the kitchen. Only two weeks ago they’d had a whole meeting about the steam from that shower causing the fire alarm to go off.

Roy frowned and pottered outside the kitchen door. β€œI don’t think that’s the smoke alarm hun.”

Sam paused for a moment and realised Roy was right, he’d heard enough of the smoke alarm over his ten years at The Barnyard to know it sounded deeper and less frequent. Roy pottered around trying to figure out where the sound was coming as Sam shrugged and went back to his soup. Hey, the building was old and decrepit, there was a new problem to fix every second Monday.

The sound eventually stopped, but by that point Sam had finished his soup and was washing up his dinner.

Roy reappeared with a puzzled look. β€œNever heard that sound in my life. It’s the most bizarre thing.” Then a phone rang. An old school landline phone mounted on the wall, it was yellow and jammed in between the fridge and a notice board. Sam he hadn’t ever noticed it before. β€œAnd I ain't had that phone ring either.” Roy wandered over to the phone with some trepidation.

Sam could only hear Roy’s side of the phone call, which contained a string of yes and I understand. Though Roy’s deepening frown was a concern. Finally Roy hung up, his face pale and ashen. β€œYou’re all needed at 374 Wilkerson st.” He announced to a half empty kitchen, though he looked as confused as they did.

β€œNow?” Sam asked with a frown. β€œWhy?”

β€œThe Superheroes are gone.” Roy wiggled the brim of his cap, securing it in place, and he seemed to snap back into action motioning to Cierra who had wandered over. β€œCierra sweetheart, I need to get a message to everyone in The Barnyard.”

She popped her gum and nodded once, β€œGo for it old man.” Cierra could manipulate sound, so she could amplify whatever Roy had to say, an echo of his voice reaching all corners of The Barnyard.

He cleared his throat. β€œExcuse me everyone. You have all just been promoted to active superheroes and are required to present yourselves at 374 Wilkerson st. immediately. There has been an attack.” He waved at Cierra to stop amplifying his voice, realising something awful. β€œIsn’t that where Bradley and Haven are working?” He tipped off his hat and rubbed at his balding head, he always considered most the residents at The Barnyard as his own children, and so imagining them in any danger was unbearable.

β€œWell, get on with you.” Roy yelled to the gathered crowd. β€œGet to Wilkerson st.”

Sam was one of the first to take off, he ran the three blocks to find the building had crumpled in out itself, like cardboard left out in the rain, still standing, but the walls were all bent and weak. A thick black smoke drifted out of the top storey windows up into the night sky.

He pushed the through the crowd of civilians watching on, and stood staring up at the scene, frozen to the ground. His friends were in there, probably suffering. But how could communicating with animals possible help in this situation?



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