[🐯] ~ Morning Frost

Name: Morning Frost, Friends call him Frost or Frosty Age: 29 Gender: Cisgender male Sexuality: Bisexual Species: Tabaxi, anthropomorphic tiger Body: Tall, relatively beefy, covered in soft fur.

Appearance: Morning Frost is a 6'1tiger tabaxi with orange fur with black stripes and a similarly patterned tail. His muzzle and the undersides of paws and tail are white, and he's "moderately beefy"; he typically wears a pair of grey ataman pants, forest green shoes with sage socks, and a long jade hooded robe with a darker green border and bright highlights on the shoulders and back, which previously belonged to his master in the Psionic Order. Around his waist he wears a dark green sash decorated with a glowing, lighter green serpentine dragon. When he is using his psionic powers, it manifests as beams of radiant jade-green energy emanating from his hands, eyes, and robe. He has yellow eyes, and speaks with a slight stutter occasionally when upset.

Personality: Morning Frost meets every problem with a very logical, methodical approach, utilizing reason to solve issues rather than emotions. His rigid upbringing in the Psionic Order instilled a polite etiquette within him; he is genuinely curious about people and places, gracious in his introductions, and extremely considerate if he is aware of crossing a boundary. His humor comes off as dry and acerbic at times, and he often doesn't understand innuendoes or when people hint at their emotions. He's patient, deliberate, and sincere, factoring morals into his logic despite often compromising on less-than-savory tactics and occasionally coming up with violent, seemingly cold-blooded solutions if he deems them the most straightforward strategy. More often than not, though, he tries his best to bargain and reason before resorting to violence - he meets most conflict head on, but relies much more on his words than his strength.

Frost prides himself of his emotional control and sees almost any reduction in his emotions as a positive. This is not to say he is without emotions, though he rarely shows it; Frost’s greatest fear is portrayed as a figure isolated and abandoned amongst the bones of his friends, slowly slipping into madness as the loneliness and desperation takes its toll and he is overtaken by nothing but emptiness, losing his grasp on his mind. This fear of solitude, abandonment, and a general lack of control is evident in his character throughout the campaign, particularly in instances where he feels his place in the party is threatened or his friends are seriously injured. This emotional control lapses when it comes to being as silly as the rest of the party, or in times of great personal tragedy. When faced with complex and muddled emotions, he attempts to confront and rationalize them as he would any other conflict, to varying degrees of success.

Background: Originating from the mountains of Yulong, Morning Frost's past, present, and future is shrouded in mystery. Very few things have been revealed as of yet, but the known facts produce more questions than answers.

Frost was born into a simple life in a farming village, wearing plain farm clothes. Child Frost proved to be more of a spunky, precocious little scamp than his normal stoic self. He's described as having a haughty expression, believing himself to be the protagonist of everyone's story. He was an only child and, as far as he can remember, had a joyful childhood. One morning, when he was around seven or eight years old, a mysterious enclave came to his village. The leader of this group went from house to house for reasons that Frost initially did not care about and he spent the day playing with his friends outside; when he returned home, Frost's parents had him meet the enclave's leader alone. He sat Frost down at the dinner table and proceeded to place various items before him: a tinkerer’s contraption that played a soft melody, a dice gaming set, a fancy pair of gloves, and a ball of yarn, amongst other items. As Frost reached to grab the ball of yarn to play with, the enclave's leader hit his hand hard enough for his eyes to well up with tears, blocking his attempt to get it. The man told him to reach again, and after multiple failed attempts, Frost finally succeeded in grabbing the ball of yarn with his mind. The next morning, Frost joined the mysterious enclave as a Zion Initiate, where he would hone his mind powers. This was the last time he saw his parents alive.

In the Psionic order, the enclave's leader eventually became his master that trained his abilities. Teenaged Frost is described as looking thin, serious, and determined, wearing very simple monk-ish clothes and a plain dark green Gi without adornments. At this point, it is obvious that Frost has started his Psionic Order training, having filled out more in his physique, eating well, and growing the first tufts of his beard. He was not allowed to read fiction while in the Order, and at one point stayed conscious for fifteen days straight, an experience he describes as traumatic.

At some point, Frost ran away from the Order and has been evading them ever since. Frost avoids speaking about his time with the Order because putting that information out there would manifest the Order to find him.

Some number of years before the beginning of the campaign, Frost met Gricko and Hootsie in a jungle, where Gricko was hanging upside down from a rope (due to what Gricko claims was mostly Hootsie's fault). The three of them traveled together for some time before meeting Kremy and Gideon. Kremy convinced the both of them to do some B&E (Breaking and Entering, though Frost and Gricko thought it stood for Bacon and Eggs), leading them into the life of crime with him. Later on, the four of them started a carnival named Carnivàle Lecroux.