LEGAL NAME:Jackson Overland Frost Jack Frost NICKNAME[S]: Frost, Frosty, Father Frost, Old Man Winter DATE OF BIRTH: April 5th (based of this headcanon) GENDER | SPECIES: Male | Winter Spirit PLACE OF BIRTH: Burgess
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Wherever the wind takes him
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English EDUCATION: N/A OCCUPATION: Guardian of Fun CRIMINAL RECORD: Clean DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: No | No | No LIKE[S]: Snow days, competition, children, hot cold chocolate DISLIKE[S]: Heat, confrontation, being alone, flowers FEAR[S]: Never being believed in, being useless PERSONALITY TRAITS: Strong-willed, childish, sarcastic, adventurous, defensive, cold
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HAIRCOLOR: Snow white EYE COLOR: Crystal blue HEIGHT: 5’9” WEIGHT: 152 lbs TATTOOS: None
[Despite how much of a kid Jack seems to be – launching snowballs and riding the wind like his own personal sleigh – Jack’s not one to let fear get the best of him. In fact, he looks it in the eye without a single uncertainty. A side of him emerges that only a few witness from the Winter Spirit.]
❝I’m not.❞
[And with that, implies a hidden rage; tucked away, protected by his icy exterior.]
Anna could have guessed that the man would have been shocked; after all, she did kind of sneak up on the guy. But she didn’t predict that he would freeze up for so long. Jeez, talk about awkward! She was only trying to start up a talk, after all—
”Helloooo?”
She waved a hand in front of his face.
”Hey, are you okay?”
His mind whirled and flung, flipped and twisted; sought out every passing thought. This lasted for a while, an inappropriate amount of time, in fact. So much so, Jack almost had to slap himself to return to reality. Luckily, that wasn’t necessary. A quick jar from the reverie did the trick.
❝Sorry – sorry, it’s just..–you can see me?❞
Stupid question, he knew. She was standing right in front of him, eyes distressed and worried for his well-being. Of course she saw him. Never mind, his voice came out far more vulnerable than he would’ve liked. Raw with emotion, like a silly child.
Picking at the fabric of his blue hoodie, Jack tried to forget how significantly smaller he felt in comparison to the tiny stranger.