Jack Frost

There was a very specific reason why – as a newborn colt – Jack was named as he was. Names had great meaning and held great weight in his first herd. Once given, they followed their bearers around in very beneficial or terribly detrimental ways. Names had a way of sealing one’s future for better or worse, and changing that rarely ever occurred. Only a lucky few were able to escape what was placed on them, though there was no need to do that in this case.

Jack Frost was a very stoic being even from the very start. He did not prance around like other young horses did, or waste his time on things he considered fruitless endeavors. Others tried to get him to play countless times, though after so many refusals, they eventually stopped. It was not that he was a rude or cruel individual; rather he was just quiet and thoughtful. Jack took the time to think things through and his personality reflects that without a single, solitary doubt.

It is very easy for him to stand like a silent sentry in the background with blinking and breathing as the only indicators he is alive. When the proper time arises, Jack Frost will speak his piece, and go back as he was. The stallion is very intelligent and knowledgeable; he just does not find the need to ramble on aimlessly. Something must encourage or inspire him to open his mouth, and that is quite the task to do, though he speaks with great authority.

There is a downside to all of this unfortunately. A patient, observant creature has the tendency to find flaws and point them out unwarranted. While Jack Frost is a goal oriented type, if there is something he does not wish to do, he will not do it, end of story. He will stand firm and rooted where he wants to, so there might be a twinge of headstrongness engrained in there somewhere. Jack will get things done in an efficient manner, but on his terms.

Jack can generate ice and snow in various forms. He can pull ice spikes from the ground or create projectiles. Additionally he is able to envelope things in ice, rendering them frozen or create small snow storms. There is a cold chill that constantly emanates from his body. In extremely hot temperatures, these powers are significantly deteriorated. It makes him sluggish and takes longer to generate solid things. Strong adversaries can break through with ease.

History is a little bit fuzzy for Jack; it is a topic that he does not necessarily care to talk about. A big part of it is because he was frozen in ice for quite a long duration at one point. He remembers the basics: parents, herd, and the like, but not in an extensive way. Faces are blurry in his memory, and voices of the past all sound the same to him. No big deal honestly; he cannot ever to return to them anyways.

What the stallion does recall vividly is marching in line as a solider. When children were old enough, they were taught warrior strategy and skills. The reason for this is that another herd threatened his consistently. It was either fight or be destroyed. So much war eventually ended up fatally wounding both sides. Jack stood on the battlefield one day, realizing he lost what was important to him in the process. He cocooned himself in a glacier of ice, hoping things would somehow renew themselves.

When he woke up, things were still and quiet, signaling that the fighting had ended. However, things had not been restored. There was no herd to speak of, and no real progress. There was finally peace, but a broken one. The environment was different, though nothing to occupy it. That influenced Jack Frost’s decision to move on and try to build a life for himself. He could not stay alone and expect to prosper. Hope was his main guide and a new home his destination.