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Thea Frost

"Cold, stark, beautiful desolaton"

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a character in “The New Team”, as played by unicorns.are.real

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"Cold, Stark, Beautiful Desolation"

Landfill | Daughter || I'll Drown | Soley || Not Broken | Skye







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NAME
Moira Lynette Frost


NICKNAME/S
People without friends don't tend to have nicknames

AGE
Twenty


DATE OF BIRTH
January 30th, 1996


NATIONALITY
English


ETHNICTY
English


SEXUALITY
Pansexual


DIALOGUE COLOUR
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ABILITIES
~Cryokinesis~


Moira possesses the ability, cryokinesis. Which is the ability to generate and control cold. The technical definition on Moira's powers is that she can reduce the kinetic energy of atoms around her, thus making it colder. Whilst Moira believes there may be many uses for this ability, she only really knows one technique. To freeze things with very little control or finesse. Most the time when she finds herself needing to use her powers, she can create strong gusts of cold that freeze everything in their wake. This can be used against would be attackers by freezing them in place. It also makes people and things frozen and brittle causing them to be 'smash-able'. Whilst never testing the thought, Moira has played with the idea of causing someone's body temperature to drop low enough to kill them.

Like a strong gust of wind that blows everything into disarray, Moira's gift has raw power but no control. Her cold gusts can travel for a few meters in every direction making things artically cold. However generally when she tries to freeze a small object the surrounding area ends up with a layer of frost over it. Also be wary of Moira when she is distracted or on edge. Her lack of control at these times cause the air around her to drop several degrees and the things around her gain a layer of frost. Of course due to her gift, Moira finds herself completely resistant to cold weather, which is handy as then her habit of turning the air cold doesn't affect her.























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APPEARANCE
Moira is tall. Not ridiculously tall but tall enough that she is not always looking up at people like she had to when she was a child, giving her a sense of security. She has a frail body, with very little weight on her bones and delicate wrists, fingers and other appendages. She appears almost too thin, as though one firm tug could snap her in half.

Moira has very a pale colouring. Her skin is incredibly pale and looks at though she's never once stepped into direct sunlight in her twenty years. Which might be accurate considering her upbringing in London and her preference for cold weather. To match her skin, she was born with naturally blonde hair, though with the help of a bottle it has become a very pale shade of blonde. Seemingly the only colour about her, Moira has glassy blue eyes. Though her eyes always seem glazed over and she never really sees to be looking at anything in particular.

Moira has several ear piercings and a nose ring. Moira has a snowflake tattooed on her left forearm, and a UFO tattooed on her right shoulder blade. She has a long scar running down her right forearm from when she broke her arm and it didn't set properly.


STYLE
Moira isn't one for fashion, and she doesn't really care enough about how people perceive her to get into it. She also lacks the financial backing to really dress up her look with fancy clothes and accessories. She is generally found wearing worn-in jeans and a plain singlet no matter the weather. It's it's hot Moira is able to use her gift to keep herself cool and collected, and of course, her gift also means she doesn't feel the cold. Moira also generally wears her hair how she wakes up and applies some makeup to avoid her face looking too stark.
































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PERSONALITY
Moira has two sides to her. Outwardly she projects an air of aloofness and tends to snub people. She is incredibly withdrawn and is very socially distant. Moira doesn't let anyone in and tends to act as more of an enigma than a human being. She is what you would call a loner, always, always, alone. She prefers it that way, to be alone. When she is forced to interact with people she gives nothing to the conversation. She keeps her end of the conversation short and dismissive. Never giving anyone any personal details about herself to latch on to.

She doesn't want anyone paying her any attention and knowing anything about her. So she never opens up to anyone. It's easier alone. That is what her past has taught her - that all people are inherently self-destructive and you need to make sure you're clear of the blast radius or they'll take you down with them. Though this means she often comes across as thinking she is better than the person she is talking to. Though she really doesn't mind what they think. If there is one benefit Moira reaps from being a solitary being is that she really truly has no care for how she is perceived by others.

Her other side lies beneath the surface. The second reason that she keeps herself closed off from people. Moira is awkward. She really is not all that good or experienced in socialization. When she does try, she finds she always says the wrong thing and never knows quite what is right to say and do. Moira is rather emotionally stunted due to limited experiences and socialization in her childhood. She has no clue how to interpret anything she feels. Emotions seem like a foreign concept to her. Which makes her completely unable to sympathize or empathize with anyone. So whenever anything emotional comes up, Moira just breezes right past it. Which makes her gift quite fitting as she appears to be a person with a frozen heart. She also has a difficult time understanding other people and their motivations which only adds to her social awkwardness and makes her incredibly uneasy around people.

Moira has a large collection of rational and irrational fears and phobias. Some much more potent than others. Her main fear is of germs. She doesn't bring foreign items in her dwelling, and will absolutely not touch a public handrail or door know without first wiping it with her hand sanitizer. This also makes her incredibly uncomfortable with physical contact. She refuses to touch anyone, and is always keeping her distance from others, though this is just another thing she shrugs off as cold aloofness. If someone even touches something she owns she literally can't stop thinking about it until she cleans over where they have touched.

A few of Moira's other fears include, a fear of bugs, a fear of enclosed spaces, a fear of heights and a fear of technology - you won't find her with a mobile phone anytime soon. She is also just a little paranoid. A few years with her dad and he sort of rubbed off on her, especially now that there is a distinct possibility of someone coming after her. Moira is constantly looking over her shoulder and doubling back on herself to make sure no one is following her. She also is vigilant not to leave any sort of paper trail. To strangers she introduces herself as 'Sally Monroe'.







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LIKES

Moira's favorite thing in the world is cold weather. Whether storms, hail and rain, cold nights, or chilly winds. When most people are bundled up inside, Moira's gift gives her a sense of security and invulnerability. Moira enjoys her solitude and often spends her alone time reading books or at art galleries where it's quiet and she can view many beautiful things. She also occasionally allows herself Jelly Beans as a sometimes treat.


DISLIKES

Moira despises technology
in all forms. She will never been seen on a computer or with a cellphone. Which is fine because she would prefer people not come to her for socialization. Police and guns make Moira's skin crawl, and loud noises cause her to jump out of her skin with fright. Conspiracy theories make her roll her eyes and bring back bad memories, and don't even think about asking her to watch horror movies with lots of blood.












































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QUIRKS | HABITS
.FROST. When distracted or overly emotional, a thin layer of frost tends to follow Moira around, coating everything in a two to three meter radius. The air often tends to drop to a cold level whenever Moira is around. Generally not enough to be suspicious to the average passerby, but definitely noticeable. Moira likes to think it helps keep people away from her.
.PARANOIA. Moira is always looking over her shoulder. She frequently switches up her route home, even including double backs. She is always watching the people around her, making sure no one is following. She takes a lot of care to never leave a paper trail and has several locks on her door. Moira also doesn't tend to stay in the same place for too long and tends to introduce herself as 'Sally Monroe'.
.GERMOPHOBE. Moira has a phobia of germs. She refuses to make physical contact with people and never touches any public handrails or the like. She carried a hand sanitzer and wipes with her in case she absolutely much touch something open to the public.

TALENTS | STRENGTHS
.CAUTIOUS. Moira's paranoia makes her extra vigilant. Anyone would be very hard pressed to catch her off guard, she makes sure to always be aware of her surroundings and make is as hard as possible for anyone to follow her or even find her.
.CRYOKINESIS. Moira's main talent that sets her above the majority of the human race is her gift. Anyone who tries to get too close to Moira will find themselves frozen in place. She may not have much control but her gift is powerful and if it comes down to you or her, she'll always pick herself.
.ISOLATION. Moira has been on her own since she was 16. That's five years she has up her sleeve or living completely on her own cut off from people and any potential assistance. She is incredibly independent and knows how to look after herself. Also, if you have no one close to you it's much harder for anyone to hurt you.

FLAWS | WEAKNESSES
.INTELLIGENCE. All the moving around and being confined to her house meant Moira really didn't attend all that much school before dropping out when she was 16. So whilst she's not overwhelmingly dumb she didn't have much of a chance at a real education so don't ask her to quote Tennessee or solve algebra.
.PHOBIAS. All of Moira's phobias whether rational or not, really take up a lot of her active brain space. She's always worried and thinking about them. Plus trying to avoid confronting any of her fears really impacts her day to day life and if ever confronted with one of her fear she almost definitely will crumble.
.WEAK. Moira is very thin and frail. She has no meat of her bones let alone any muscle. So forget being overpowered, a gust of wind could knock her over. Hand to hand combat and up close fights are not something Moira should ever consider getting into.

FEARS
.GERMS. Germs make you sick, a natural fear.
.CROWDS. Who's in the crowd? Rubbing up against you, close enough to reach out and grab you?
.ENCLOSED SPACES. Where are you going to run when they come for you?
.BUGS. Creepy crawlies that are small enough to crawl over your skin and get inside you.
.BLOOD. Blood should be inside you. Blood on the outside usually means death.
.TECHNOLOGY. Once you put yourself on the digital map you can never really truly get off it.
.HER PAST. Parents like her's aren't really the ones you want to talk about or to catch up with you. Especially when you can so easily see yourself becoming them.





































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FAMILY
JULIA FROST | Mother | Gifted | 49 - incarcerated
CARL FROST | Father | Non-Gifted | 46 - estranged


HISTORY
Some people should never have children. Carl and Julia Frost are prime examples. Moira's father, Carl, is a paranoid social recluse. Her mother, Julia had a history of alcoholism and a barely controlled, registered gift (cryokinesis) at the worst possible moment in history - right after George March's extreme actions against New York. Even in England the aftermath of his actions was greatly felt.

Like most couples they had a cute meet story. A glitch in the system caused them to be scheduled for the same court appointed therapy session. The two got talking and pretty soon they were getting married and living their happily ever after. Moira came soon after the wedding. Growing up, things could be strange in the Frost household but nothing too extreme. Things were mostly good.

When Moira was nine her mother lost her job due to the registration of her gift. Her ignorant boss found some other reason to officially dismiss her, but everyone knew the truth. Her father had to start working overtime but it wasn't enough and the bank foreclosed on their house. Then things got not so good for the Frosts. Moira's parents marriage suffered from the financial strain. Which meant her father's mental illness got worse, he pretty much stopped working and often prevented Moira from attending school, claiming that they were out there watching the house.

Maybe it was all the idle time her mother spent around the house trying to understand her husband, or perhaps is was because she had started drinking again. However, her mother turned bitter and ugly. She blamed ignorance of people for the injustice of her life. Moira watched her mother turn away from someone who was gifted and become a miscreant. Her mother struggled to control her gift at the best of times but when she was drinking any little thing could set off her gift. Moira lived to try and talk her father out of his paranoia and to tippy-toe around her drunk mother as to not set off her cryokinesis.

Then one day when Moira was 13 her mother was at the local bar and after a drink too many the bartender cut her off. That just caused the drunk woman to snap. It a of drunken anger the entire bar froze over around her. Then she very calmly poured herself another drink. Moira watched then take her mother away in handcuffs, and label he dangerous. No one in the bar had died but a few had gotten very serious frost bite and another few almost died.

After that it was just Moira, her dad and his paranoia. He became terrified that they would take Moira away like they had his wife. The two moved about for Moira's early teens, never staying in one place for too long. It went on like this for 3 years. Occasionally her father would change their names to keep anyone off their trail. He stopped Moira going to school most days, and refused to leave the house, only letting her out to get them groceries. He believed almost every conspiracy theory he read.

Eventually someone did come looking for them. Child welfare. Someone had called them in, worried about Moira's well being since they always saw her coming and going but never with an adult. Moira's dad kind of just freaked out. Moira was terrified he was going to hurt someone. That's when her gift manifested. She just screamed for her father to stop and then he did, and so did two child welfare workers. All three of them frozen to the ground. Due to her interference her father hand't hurt anyone. However Moira almost killed the woman closest to her, the cold virtually slowing her heart to a standstill. Moira didn't stick around to see if she made it. By the time the police came Moira was long gone and her father was sent to the hospital to get help.

If that woman had died, Moira would have found herself on the dangerous gift register and would be locked away with her mother. So she left England and went to America where she moved a round a bit on her own before eventually settling in New York. Her father was released from hospital after a few months but she never had the inclination to reunite with him. Now she works a waitress as a greasy fast food joint living in a hole of an apartment a few blocks over. Naturally she has spent the last 4 year always watching her back hoping they don't find her here.

Though the fear find her wherever she goes. The fear that she'll end up just like her parents.








OTHER

So begins...

Thea Frost's Story

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Character Portrait: Charlotte Laghatus Character Portrait: Darren Fletcher Character Portrait: Thea Frost Character Portrait: Cassandra Delaney Character Portrait: Sebastian Hadley Character Portrait: Matt Jenkins Character Portrait: Raven Hale Character Portrait: Riley J. Mendoza

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They had made their pitch to the best of their persuading ability which was generally where the mind control came in handy, but she had died too. Physical force was by no-means an option. Despite how tempted Darren may have been. The three remaining from the last massacre; Raven, Sebastian and Darren did not specialize in persuasion or public speeches or any leadership kind of role. They were clunky with their new yet essential responsibility. But they so desperately needed the remaining gifted to come together to increase all their chances of survival. For if they were alone, they would be easy pickings to the government and worse, Dreadiers and Valkskins. So after every visit, they left remote coordinates for the kids to decide.

The modern stronghold waited for its new guests. Sebastian and Darren likewise, waited for the next generation to show in the middle of the large empty room. As each minute ticked by they grew more and more doubtful. Darren was the first to speak his mind. "Not one of them," he commented, distaste at the tip of his tongue. "Well I'm going to enjoy experiencing death again." Darren turned on his heel to leave. Sebastian glanced at him. "You're pessimism is unappreciated" he retorted. Though he too, worried that it may have been their fate to re-suffer. He didn't need to know the kids personally for his heart to sink at the thought of them going about their regular business then being snatched and torn up by the creatures that had a special nose for gifted.

Sebastian released a defeated sigh but maintained his post.

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Thea wasn't aware of the time, she was sitting on a park bench sketching away on her large notebook. The only thing that gave her any indication that time was passing was the occasional leave that dropped onto her page. Today was was dragging a murder scene. There was a dead body laying ripped open the in the middle and everyone else's faces were twisted in looks of shock and horror. Though the thing that made the drawing truly creepy were the occasional people Thea drew, who liked like the were enjoying the scene ever so slightly.

Whilst drawing away Thea's thoughts fell to the co-ordinates and the scrap of paper in her back pocket. The place was less than a block from the park she was currently in. She had checked it out earlier, it looked pretty normal from the outside. It wasn't as if she had choice, she had no money and no where else to go. So she'd go, she was just waiting. Putting it off, she didn't know why, she just knew she didn't want to go just yet.

A police Siren whizzing past her, drew Thea out of her thought with a start. Out of instinct she slammed her notebook closed and jumped up from the bench. Though when she realised it was just a police car driving past, she relaxed a little. That was when she notice the layer of frost that covered all the greenery within a metre of her. The leaves were all front over as was the grass. She plucked a leave from the tree over her and wiped at the frost. She struggled controlling her ability, but truthfully, she still couldn't believe it was her doing all this. She noticed he shadows had gotten significantly longer since she had sat down and she decided it was now or never, so she reluctantly made her way to the co-ordinates she had been given. Her note book tucked under her arm and her bulging backpack on her back, full to the brim with everything she owned.

She entered the facility and found herself in a giant empty room with three people watching her, she felt like she was on show and she did not enjoy it. "You, told me to come?" She asked bluntly holding out the scrap of paper with the co-ordinates. She looked past them and let her glassy eyes study the large building, completely ignoring the three strangers watching her. Thea tended to do that, ignore things that made her uncomfortable, and strangers? They were at the top of the list of things that made her uncomfortable. "Well, I'm here. Is there supposed to be others?"

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The journey there was more daunting than she imagined. She expected a little to and fro'ing in her own mind about leaving home for this vague quest that was apparently going to help things get better. Reduce her headaches and so on, but the coordinates were more remote than she visualized. Charlotte kept expecting an ambush of some kind. Even within the vacant building, she felt her footsteps were too heavy and too loud, as if it were a giant's foot placing one in front of the other, announcing their presence.

Charlotte stepped into the room where there were others. Others like herself, to her very limited understanding. Though they looked normal. Having considered that, she looked normal too, if not slightly sleep deprived. What was she expecting, magic auras clouding each of them? Charlotte stood near the blonde but at a respectable stranger distance. Charlotte wanted to show her own, 'here, here' to the blonde's attitude and queries. If they hoped for some stare down, they'd get it. She eyed the three carefully, at least one looking familiar from knocking on her door one day. This time, they looked burdened and ran down.
"You said you'd help both advance and tame my abilities," she chimed. She looked back to the blonde around her age and held out her hand, probably appearing somewhat schizophrenic or to hold ADD. Charlotte imagined them to be in something of the same boat so there was no need to be rude to her or lack acknowledgement. Besides, if she interpreted the important recruitment speech right, they'd get to know each other at one point or another anyway. "Hi. I'm Charlotte by the way."

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In all honesty, Raven had to admit to herself that she was a little nervous. Feeling death definitely wasn't fun, so she hoped the youngsters were going to show up, especially if they valued their precious little lives. She was going to feel like she wanted to mother them, and protect them at all costs. "Well I'm going to enjoy experiencing death again." Raven looked over to Darren. "Dramatic as ever I see. I have faith that they'll come." Faith prevailed too, because two of them had turned up. Two blonde girls. A welcoming warm smile appeared on Raven's face. "Told you." She quietly stated to both men.

Raven loved their inquisitiveness, it reminded her of herself when she was younger, trying to contain her own abilities which seemed almost impossible at the time. She was going to let Sebastian speak, and remain in the background for now. Shockingly, she was laid back this morning. Raven folded her arms in a chilled stance, waiting to see what was going to happen next, and if anymore of the other gifted were going to show up.

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"Woah woah, what am I doing?" RJ said aloud to himself as he stopped in his tracks several blocks from the area he was heading towards. He shoved the letter he received the other day with the meeting location back into his pocket, suddenly regretting his decision to meet these strangers. How did these people track him down? And if they were really trying to help why not just show themselves from the start instead of setting up some mysterious meeting that felt more like a trap than anything else.
After a few minutes of hesitation RJ decided to just keep heading towards the meeting spot.

When he was only a few blocks away he'd stop and stare back and forth from a roof to a group of trees a few times before holding out his arm in the direction of trees. He focused his energy on the biggest tree until it lifted up from off the ground and fell back against the wall of the building with a noticeable thud.
"Damn I'm good!" he said, seconds before the other two trees unexpectedly splintered and fell to the ground - causing him to have to quickly run up the tree leaning against the building and onto the roof to avoid the falling debris.
"I meant to do that dammit!" he spat, before continuing in the direction of the meeting spot via the roof. He liked the idea of having a viewpoint advantage over whoever, or whatever, he was meeting here.

Five or so minutes after the debacle with the trees RJ was nearing the edge of the roof, and subsequently the meeting location. It was a flat roof with no fence-like structure at all so squatting was completely pointless but he still did, and moved slowly until reaching the edge, where he'd spot a group of people. They all appeared to be around his age and none gave off the vibe of a government agent - something RJ had gotten pretty good at detecting. More importantly than that however was the fact that there weren't any Dreadiers or Valksins in sight.

"Hi. I'm Charlotte by the way" he barely heard the dirty blonde say before holding her hand out towards another blonde standing beside her.
"Okay they're definitely not the feds" he thought, before slinging his legs over the edge of the roof. He was pretty sure these guys weren't enemies but he still felt more comfortable sitting up on the edge of the roof, so he'd stay put.
"Nice place for a get together. All that's missing are some mood lights and rose pedals" he called out before a shit-eating grin appeared on his face. He seemed to not be taking the situation seriously, but he was, he always took his safety seriously. Humor was just the comfort zone he was going to stay in as he tried to get a better read on the situation and the strangers before him.