NAME___________
Zexan
AGE___________
28
TITLE__________
Icebound Mercenary
APPEARANCE__________
At a respectable height of six feet, Zexan is endowed with virile musculature. He wears a form-fitting black hooded sweater, hood up always and zipped mid-chest, revealing the sinews of his bare torso. Dark denim wraps powerfully built legs, leading the eye down to frayed fabric sneakers of a faded black.
Beneath the shadow of his hood are two grey-blue orbs, encapsulating the essence of an overcast sky, which are framed by a confident brow and a masculine nose. A crown of brown hair, cropped short and always in a windswept mess, sits atop his head, trails of brown visible to the world in neat-looking sideburns. Fair skin conforms to the contours of broad cheekbones and the rugged jaw of his chiseled face.
ELEMENT/ATTRIBUTE/ABILITY__________
Cryogenesis: the ability to spontaneously remove molecular energy from an area, plummeting local temperatures and precipitating ice from freezing humidity.
He is not, however, limitless in power. The strain Zexan faces when using his ability is related to the amount of molecular energy he needs to remove. The larger the target area or temperature difference he engineers, the more energy he will have to expend. He is typically surrounded by two roughly spherical ice formations spanning his torso that orbit around him. He can alter their form at will and is limited only by his imagination, allowing them to form any shape of weapon he desires.
WEAPONRY__________
Double Chaos Blades. Lightweight, twin forearm-length daggers designed with speed over force in mind, limited only by their short reach. Their otherworldly durability comes from the infusion of a Protect spell in an alloy of carbonated iron, allowing them to bear the brunt of full force impacts from heavier arms.
Zexan uses them infrequently, as he relies more on cryogenesis in fighting; they are just another relic from his past.
PERSONALITY__________
Like his element, to those who do not know him well enough, Zexan comes off frigid, as unmoving as ice. Despite this austerity, Zexan is not uncaring: melt through his defenses, however, and you will find a man that thinks with his heart, not his head. Brash and impulsive, he dives headfirst into any situation without contemplating schematics beforehand; a man not of the command room but of the battlefront. Arrogance and conceit run in the heart of his actions, and where there are opportunities to flaunt his talents, he will not hesitate to take them.