History: Jacklynn and her parents ended up in the mountain after getting lost. They were traveling by foot from a smaller village in the general direction of Union City (not necessarily it as the destination). An accident separated the three of them, and the then-three-year-old was left crying in the snow. Scared and alone, Jacklynn hid at the base of a tree until her wailing attracted the attention of a Froslass out and about searching for prey. Seeing an opportunity in the child, she took Jacklynn in.
Powers: The best way to describe the first stage of her powers is high tolerance to cold. She can wear less layers than a normal human and trudge around in the snow without getting frostbite or dying. However, she isn't entirely immune to it, and she does need a degree of warmth--hence the fire.
Upon her first evolution, her skin and hair become noticeably paler, her eyes darker with darker coloring beginning to overtake the sclera. She gains an almost unearthly hair. Her powers, meanwhile, become stronger. Cold isn't really a thing that can bother her anymore, though this comes at the cost of hotter areas being a pain. She can create a storm of flurries over a small area, probably about one city block, and if she concentrates hard enough, she can create a snowball in her hand, though this take about a minute of full concentration.
Her final evolution, meanwhile, sees her skin becoming pale and nearly white, while ice forms in her hair almost like erratically placed beads. The sclera of her eyes darken fully, giving the appearance of having no whites to her eyes, and she takes on a very unearthly presence. She can generate an aura of cold around herself to keep herself cool, and also create smaller snowstorms of about five blocks in radius. Creating icicles and snowballs to throws isn't a big deal, though she can really only create up to three at once. ...Basically, she knows Blizzard in this form.
Sample 1: Mother, I wonder if you would be proud of me.
[Jacklynn speaks to the air as she sits on the cold, hard ground, holding onto the little Snorunt in her arms. It's just them, alone. They have a friend, yes, but it's still virtually just the two of them.]
...I am trying hard to live on my own. But I am not sure I know how to be human. I only know you.
[She tucks her jacket around the Snorunt, smiling down at it. This one... Is hers to care for. Like Mother did for her.]
...Maybe I can do this after all. If it is for this little one, I am sure that I can. I had you to guide me as a mother, after all. Maybe it is, in fact, time for me to act as such.
[...Shelter is ideal. She will carry the Snorunt in her arms as she stands, humming softly as she walks along. A sleepy little one...]
Yes... I do believe everything will be... All right.
Sample 2: Rain is not something Jacklynn had ever experienced. To feel the water on her skin, to feel it sprinkling down from above and matting her hair, is an entirely new sensation. She cups a hand, examining it with wide eyes and deep interest. What is this, what is this? It's fascinating, is what it is. Even as her clothes cling to her body, she can't help but be excited and energized by her discovery. Twirling and dancing, she stretches her arms wide as she stares upwards and lets the droplets cling to her face, tailing down when enough collects.
"It is like snow, but not as cold and not soft," she whispers to herself. There is awe in her voice as she traces droplets along her skin, connecting them with thin rivers. This entire place had fascinated her since she had arrived, even if she is scared of the unknown. The buildings are tall, and she pauses to touch one and run fingers along it. It is not like the hard cave walls or rough bark of the trees, and everything is warm enough for her to be uncomfortable. Some places are cramped, while others are easier to breathe in. Such stark contrast all in one place is new in its own way. While contrast is something she knows, it is not this kind. A thing she can't describe in words as she walks along the street, feet on steady and relatively even ground.
It's almost sensory overload as she observes her new surroundings. From now on, she is to live here, right? To learn how to be human. She's not sure if she can do it, but she will try to do her best. With a determined look, she'll turn her head down, no longer craning it to see the high buildings. Move forward, it's all you can do. There is no going back.
REVISIONS
Powers: The best way to describe the first stage of her powers is high tolerance to cold. She can wear less layers than a normal human and trudge around in the snow without getting frostbite or dying. However, she isn't entirely immune to it, and she does need a degree of warmth--hence the fire.
Upon her first evolution, her skin and hair become noticeably paler, her eyes darker with darker coloring beginning to overtake the sclera. She gains an almost unearthly hair. Her powers, meanwhile, become stronger. Cold isn't really a thing that can bother her anymore, though this comes at the cost of hotter areas being a pain. She can create a storm of flurries over a small area, probably about one city block, and if she concentrates hard enough, she can create a snowball in her hand, though this take about a minute of full concentration.
Her final evolution, meanwhile, sees her skin becoming pale and nearly white, while ice forms in her hair almost like erratically placed beads. The sclera of her eyes darken fully, giving the appearance of having no whites to her eyes, and she takes on a very unearthly presence. She can generate an aura of cold around herself to keep herself cool, and also create smaller snowstorms of about five blocks in radius. Creating icicles and snowballs to throws isn't a big deal, though she can really only create up to three at once. ...Basically, she knows Blizzard in this form.
Sample 1: Mother, I wonder if you would be proud of me.
[Jacklynn speaks to the air as she sits on the cold, hard ground, holding onto the little Snorunt in her arms. It's just them, alone. They have a friend, yes, but it's still virtually just the two of them.]
...I am trying hard to live on my own. But I am not sure I know how to be human. I only know you.
[She tucks her jacket around the Snorunt, smiling down at it. This one... Is hers to care for. Like Mother did for her.]
...Maybe I can do this after all. If it is for this little one, I am sure that I can. I had you to guide me as a mother, after all. Maybe it is, in fact, time for me to act as such.
[...Shelter is ideal. She will carry the Snorunt in her arms as she stands, humming softly as she walks along. A sleepy little one...]
Yes... I do believe everything will be... All right.
Sample 2: Rain is not something Jacklynn had ever experienced. To feel the water on her skin, to feel it sprinkling down from above and matting her hair, is an entirely new sensation. She cups a hand, examining it with wide eyes and deep interest. What is this, what is this? It's fascinating, is what it is. Even as her clothes cling to her body, she can't help but be excited and energized by her discovery. Twirling and dancing, she stretches her arms wide as she stares upwards and lets the droplets cling to her face, tailing down when enough collects.
"It is like snow, but not as cold and not soft," she whispers to herself. There is awe in her voice as she traces droplets along her skin, connecting them with thin rivers. This entire place had fascinated her since she had arrived, even if she is scared of the unknown. The buildings are tall, and she pauses to touch one and run fingers along it. It is not like the hard cave walls or rough bark of the trees, and everything is warm enough for her to be uncomfortable. Some places are cramped, while others are easier to breathe in. Such stark contrast all in one place is new in its own way. While contrast is something she knows, it is not this kind. A thing she can't describe in words as she walks along the street, feet on steady and relatively even ground.
It's almost sensory overload as she observes her new surroundings. From now on, she is to live here, right? To learn how to be human. She's not sure if she can do it, but she will try to do her best. With a determined look, she'll turn her head down, no longer craning it to see the high buildings. Move forward, it's all you can do. There is no going back.
She'll make her mother proud.