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Asta the Glace

Frostfell
Legacy Name: Frostfell

The

Glacier Sheeta
Owner: dragula

Age: 17 years, 4 months, 1 week

Born: November 8th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 8 months ago

Adopted: July 18th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 38
Strength: 100
Defense: 97
Speed: 94
Health: 91
HP: 68/91
Intelligence: 76
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Weapons Tester

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There were six of them, among them, a scientist.

156 years ago, a catastrophic nuclear war between many countries broke out. It was promptly deemed World War Three, and was underestimated in its ability to destroy humanity. What was once the continents of the planet Earth were robbed of all humanity and plant life, left with only animals. Any and all human beings left on the planet were on the verge of dying, what with the mass amounts of nuclear radiation and the lack of sustenance. There were only six survivors, and among them was a mad scientist. He claimed he could help them stay alive, help them repopulate the universe. He gave them hope, that if they could fuse their DNA with animal DNA, they could live on with the abilities of both animals and human beings. They could almost be super-human.

He found no error in his ways, and set right to work, believing he could do this. He succeeded, and created a whole new population. A small city was set up, and a protective barrier between the town and the radiation. Even though some citizens were deformed, delusional, some even vegetables, they knew they could live on and thrive, just like they used to before the War.

That was 156 years ago, where the design of a perfect world was being formulated.

Everyone had a delusion of grandeur, because they had will power enough to live on.

They lived in the present, with no thoughts of any other generations' future rather than their own.

Because their plan was perfect.

P e r f e c t.

Who Am I?

Name - Benjamin Vohl

Age - 16

Sex - Male

Height - 5'3"

Weight - 110.7 lbs.

Occupation - Student (part time nurse)

Hobbies/Interests - Anything medical or biochemistry related.

Misc. information - Orphaned when he was 13 years of age- parents were both killed, murderer still not found, suspects not confirmed-. Has been put into and kicked out of over 17 different foster homes, and most often is found hanging around the orphanage, what he considers 'home'. Has a tendency to be manipulative and deceitful, and has a knack for always finding a way to use objects and/or people to his advantage. He has multiple nicknames, but many people call him Frost, due to his cold and calculating demeanor.

Changes

It's funny how quickly everything can change. At first, you really don't realize it, because you're so caught up in everything, that it takes the world to practically stop turning before you look around and think, "Hey, everything is so much different now." And even that is just an understatement.My life started changing when I was 13, old enough to understand what was happening, but young enough to believe that I could do something about it. My parents, both well respected doctors, were murdered in cold blood. And from the moment they were pronounced dead, my life spiraled into something akin to an insane monotony. I swore I would find out who murdered my parents, even if it killed me too. I was orphaned, and while my case worker- a divorced, thirty-something year old guy with a messy mustache and chewed up ear- tried time and time again to put me into a new home, things never worked out. The man had a big heart, but things never seemed to work out in his favor. In each and every one the 17 foster homes, I began to experiment. I had always had a knack for medical related things, but I soon started to discover a love for biochemistry. In my experimentation, though, I've many times come close to death. I didn't exactly invite it, but death seems like a rather pleasant sensation, and it brings me back to wondering, what were my parents thinking about when they were killed? Was it me? Were they happy when they died? Will I die just as they did?...

Within these foster homes, I learned something new about myself, and that was that I also had a knack for manipulation. It came naturally for me that I could get into people's heads, and use them to my advantage. I could even use myself to my advantage. I was your every day deceitful liar, who often got exactly what he wanted just through easy persuasion.

For three years, I thought the only life changing event that ever happened to me was my parents murder. Three years, I lived on thinking that nothing was changing, and that nothing will ever change.Until the world stopped turning, and I took a look around.

It was the moment my back slammed against the plexi-glass dome and the barrel of a gun was shoved so far down my throat, I could almost feel the bile rising. A pair of acid-green eyes glared harshly into my widened indigo ones, and I noted, silently, that this was it. Of all my other encounters with death, this will be the one that I won't narrowly escape. I was done for, all because my curiosity had gotten the better of me, and it had turned out that I just so happened to fuck with the wrong guy. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear him. He looked panicked briefly, and his grip around my neck slackened a bit. And when I saw the flashing lights speeding toward this end of the town, I knew why he was panicking. With his lithe body and quick reflexes, the gun that had previously been in my mouth was back in it's holster and the hand that had been around my neck now held my in place over this criminal's shoulder.

We were running along the edge of the dome, the barrier between the dangerous forest and civilization, and I found something oddly peaceful about watching the world move by so quickly, but that peace was lost when the man sidestepped through an opening in the dome and began sprinting through the forest. My heart nearly stopped and I began to struggle; no matter how long ago the nuclear war was, there was still radiation out in the open. And dangerous animals, and convicts, and so many more unspeakable things. I heard the criminal mutter something exasperatedly, and with a fluid flick of his hand, there was nothing more before me but darkness.

"It was three years ago, darling. Geez, don't you hold grudges?"

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