C o l d
Legacy Name: C o l d

Would you take the bullet? Really, tell me in all honesty, would you really step forward to push them out of the way and take it as your own to save your father, mother, brother, sister, friend, colleague...stranger? Many of us say we would, but when it comes right down to the microsecond of taking that leap of faith and revealing our inner selves to save that person from death...most of us will not do it. It is the people around us that influence who we are, how we act, what we do, and how our decisions are made; it is very rare to come across someone that actually thinks for themselves anymore.

This gang life disgusts me. They all say that they'll be with you to protect you, they'll "have your back" until death and whatever else they say to get you on their firing squad for control over a petty block of run down apartments littered with graffiti. They'll show their battle scars, their bullet wounds and stab wounds, with pride and tell you how they'd do it all again to save you when it reality it was a stray bullet that hit them instead of the person that started the fight in the first place. It is all a disgusting LIE. My brother lived this gang life and had his fair share of hospital visits. And in all my hours of staying by his side through the instability and finally the leveling out of his pulse I never once saw these people that claimed to have his back at his bedside. They won't visit you in the pin either, they'll just laugh and wait until you're released and act like they couldn't get to you. It was one of these things that killed him; fighting in a petty war of the streets. It's probably what snapped me and made me want to fight back, but you know they ain't scared of someone like me. In all honesty I wouldn't be either; I wasn't going to do anything about it. Not like I could anyway.

I took the bullet. I did, with pride. When it came down to life or death I chose death to save life. My little sister's life is far more valuable then mine, I really thought she would go far. All it took was a stray bullet from a drive by fight to speed toward my younger sibling who played innocently on the steps; and all it took to impale me forever. I died on that doorstep, my blood crimson on the concrete. I had no regrets, not a one. When your other half, your twin brother, dies in your arms it's hardly worth it to keep on going and it was hardly a choice to take that bullet.

I don't consider myself noble. I'm not a hero. I'm a normal person; there was nothing special about me. My purpose has turned into a search for revenge upon those that ripped my life to shreds and spread those pieces around the world like the pages of a book without a binding; and like those pages my story is lost. Or it was, until now. I'm back. How's life for me? I'm living. My family and all I know is gone and my purpose has turned into something that seeks out those cruel of heart and kills them. Forgive me if I've become a little cold.

[ to be continued! ]

* Elemental Power over Ice and Cold - These abilities range from actually being able to bring up shards of ice from the ground to wielding a crackling, freezing frost that can actually freeze a person solid to controlling whipping, icy winds.

* Prophet - If he manages to somehow awaken the more angelic side of himself and allow that to take over there will be dire consequences; his power is nearly unlimited in this true form.

* Frostbite Touch - His touch is so cold that it causes frostbite almost instantly and so he wears black gloves to prevent from harming anyone unintentionally.

* Ability of Flight - He can fly because of his angelic wings (despite the fact he doesn't really enjoy doing so).

* Street Fighter - He is extremely quick and is a lot stronger then he might look at first. This is thanks to the life he had growing up and the fact he's just as good a fighter as any large-city gangster, perhaps more so, and can use any knife or gun just as well as the worst of them.

Attitude:

Cold is generally easy to dislike when people first meet him. He speaks with the slang of lower society and his voice lacks no bitterness. He's blunt and sharply spoken, not being afraid to speak his mind if he feels like it. He's generally pretty hateful, bitter, extremely guarded, and honestly couldn't care less about you, your feelings or opinions. Nice guy huh? However, if anyone sticks around long enough to actually learn to see past that icy shield they would realize that he's really just highly guarded and doesn't want to let anyone close enough to hurt him or get hurt. Once he actually finds someone that he cares about he's extremely protective and wouldn't hesitate to jump into action to save them or protect them. However, Cold is also very numb to much of what is going on around him; due to his frozen soul, he literally cannot feel emotions, or when he does, they're nullified so that they mean very little. When something is powerful enough to get through the glass between himself and his emotions, though, the results are powerful. All the same, when you get past the icy exterior, you'll discover that he's actually a bitter, sad, and lost individual that just doesn't trust the world anymore...if you can bear the cold long enough to reach the warm heart underneath all that ice.

Weaknesses:

* Dislikes Flying - Though he has wings, he actually greatly dislikes flying and great heights.

* Weaknesses to Heat - Fire, heat, sunlight, and anything else hot or even slightly warm weakens him greatly and actually can give him headaches or cause him to lose consciousness.

* Doesn't Know Who He Is - He remembers very little about his past or who he even is because he did die. This lack of knowing who he is actually threatens his sanity quite often.

* An Angel in Denial - Because his soul was frozen due to the bitterness inside it, when he died he was trapped on earth and became an avenging angel when Death refused to take his soul, even though he never entered heaven or hell. His soul has stayed frozen, even to today, and he has little knowledge of what he is or how to harness such responsibility and power.

* Prophetic Take-Over - Because the urges and essence he has as an avenging angel is the most him he knows so if something were to awaken that part of himself, and he was unable to regain control, he could loose his memories completely and become a heartless shadow of what he is.

Extras:

* Typical to the street cliche, Cold actually likes rap music and hip hop, though he's usually up to listen to anything with a beat.

* He is still looking for his lost sister, but little does he knew that she actually did die and is now a major part of the role that he himself plays. However, the two have tragically still never come across eachother despite the fact that their paths are so closely intertwined.

* Cold is never far from his black motorcycle because, unlike his archangel counterpart, he greatly dislikes flying and walking "takes too long".

* The avenging angel spirit that lurks inside him is known only as the Prophet by most of the angels of heaven if they had met it. Avenging angel spirits are undefined until they are placed within another, though the attitude or essence is given a name since only so many angels of this sort can exist. "Prophet" never really existed before Cold, but all the angels of higher ranks would recognize Cold's other personality (when taken over by his angelic side) as this undefined prophet because he is, unknowingly, the avenging angel they have all been awaiting to finally end the war between heaven and hell and restore true balance to the realms despite the fact it is said he will issue their destruction.

* Should this avenging angel form every completely take Cold over, everything that makes up his personality would be lost to Prophet's and he would simply cease to exist. The true Prophet form of Cold can be seen below, though Cold can take on a similar appearance for short amounts of time if he loses himself or is weakened enough to the point that Prophet must take over to keep them alive.

Stuff about the Hierarchy plot to go here! Woo! :D