[EVG] Ice

Character created for . I just hope everything is in order. I've looked over his whole profile nearly a dozen times as it is, I reaaaaaally hope I didn't miss anything.

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Name: Ice
Age: 18
Height: 5'6 ft"/168 cm
Occupation: Scavenger/Carer (Field Medic)


Personality:

+ Studious + : Is a meticulous researcher. He can sit for days at a time, looking into every single detail of any particular subject, taking care to note everything down.
+ Resourceful + : Quick to work with what is at hand, even if greatly limited.
+ Observant + : Very in tune with observing his surroundings, be it places or people. Picks things up quickly.
+ Kind + : His little heart is made of gold

- + Scrupulous + - : While his attentiveness to details proves handy most of the time, it can have a serious backlash with his fear of doing ANYTHING wrong.
- + Loyal + - : He is very attached to whoever he gets close to, and the attachment forms very fast. However, for their sake he can do some really stupid (and potentially dangerous) things.

- Pessimistic - : He fancies himself a realist, but the actual reality is that he's a raging downer. He always assumes the worst in a situation as a defense mechanism.
- Lonely - : Feels quite alienated from others. Wants to make friends, but does not know how to go about it (especially with those his own age). At this point he feels like a background character in everybody else's story, not even worthy of special attention.
- Brittle - : Can lash out with scalding remarks and/or yell a lot when under high pressure. And he falls under pressure rather easily.
- Paranoid - : Little problems can become huge in his mind, and can spend hours agonizing over it and driving himself sick with worry.


First Dream:
He was young at the time; he must have been, because the ground seemed so much closer than he was used to (or at least, he felt that it was). Alone by the railing, legs shaky as he fought to both stay on the floor of solid ice and convince himself to move towards the center, where countless faceless strangers were. It shouldn't be this hard. There were people all over the rink after all, gliding along as if balancing yourself on thin blades on ice was as natural as can be, comfortable with both the ice and each other. Someone was calling his name, the words he knew were meant for him even if they were lost among the constant noise of the crowd around him. He turns, sees a face dark to his memory but injecting him with warmth like a shot. The person looms over like a guardian angel, speaks words that fall on his deaf ears, but leads him to the icy wonderland all the same.

History:
    To say that Ice's parents were well off would be an understatement; both have already moved from their homeland of South Korea into Canada before the birth of their first child, what with the rapid expansion overseas due to the company being lifted out of it's depression years. Donghae Motor Group soon came to welcome Ice's father as one of its top executives, while his mother dealt with the construction aspect of the company. They were both talented to the point of ridiculous at times, and their first son took right after both. Ice, however, was not so fortunate to share this familial talent.
   
    His whole life, Ice lived with the constant reminder that he was not as gifted and brilliant as his family; while his parents never outright said so, it was apparent in their gazes, how they barely flickered to him before returning to his brother. It was the same story anywhere he went, even after his brother had moved out; the teachers at his school who used to teach his brother, the high-class businessmen and socialites of the numerous expensive parties Ice was forced to attend, even the occasional friend of his brother's that came along with said man.
   
    All this led to him developing a borderline obsession with becoming the top of any class he ever attended. He was not a genius like his parents or brother; hell, he wasn't even above average. He did not grasp concepts in math or chemistry right away, did not have a photographic memory, could not complete complicated equations in his head. However, his work ethic was unrivaled. Ice spent countless hours shut away in his room, pouring over every resource available until he understood absolutely EVERYTHING about a given subject, and then went further and researched more; and while that life was bitter and lonely, without a single friend to his name, his thirst for knowledge kept him from fixing this (as well as the fact he had consciously chosen to do this; no use complaining about it now).

    There was only a single exception, and that exception took the form of a red-headed boy named Ian. Ian, who Ice had been blissfully unaware of, was a vicious stalker, obsessed with Ice to the point of insanity. Nobody quite knew why; maybe because Ice was loaded, maybe because he was isolated, maybe because he was as easy of a target as can be. So Ian went for it, and Ice's desperate want of another human being appreciating him blinded him to all the things Ian was and did; Ice had not complained as Ian filled his head with thoughts of how he was the only one who would accept Ice, when he touched him continuously even when Ice flinched at the touch, had pressured Ice into numerous things the other boy would not dare refuse, for fear of loosing the only person he thought gave him the time of day. It only ended when Ian was in handcuffs, Ice broken and crying as he had nearly been slaughtered by the other in a insane fit of obsession.
   
    Ironically, his brother filled two key roles in his life; the constant perfect idea he was compared to, and the only person he knew who thought Ice was fine just the way he was. The two were as close as they come (and it was his brother who eventually choked out of him the events that happened between him and Ian.) So when his brother was randomly selected for the Deep Sleep Program, then flat out refused to participate unless Ice would be paid for to enter as well, everybody but Ice was surprised. What DID surprise him was that just before both had entered, guards came and took his brother away no wait what are you doing-
   
    When Ice wakes up in the pod, the first thing he realizes is that his throat felt like it has been rubbed raw with sandpaper and his joints creaked as he tested them. The second was that he did not know where he was, why he was there, or who he was. The third, and final, thing was that he needs to get out of here oh god.

    He does not have any memories to his name, but he knows there is something deeply wrong about his surroundings. He rationed that there shouldn't be a way for this much forest to exist all in one place, that any minute now he will stumble upon civilization. But he's been wondering aimlessly for a while now, tired and hungry (how LONG has he been laying in that pod anyway...?). Eventually, he stumbles upon a human settlement, much to his great joy. Or, it would have been joy, had a tree-human-hybrid-looking thing not suddenly come up behind him out of nowhere. And if his scream really DID cause all those birds to suddenly fly off all the surrounding trees, he still felt justified. What in the LIVING FUCK is going on here?!?! He might not know who or where he was, but he knew that all this was not supposed to be here!


Tid Bits:
-Does not part from his beloved messanger bag. Ever.
-The letters on his bag are the initials of his real name (Not that he'd know, but he's exactly the type of nerd who'd write his initials on all his things)
-Serial whistler. He's crazy good, and can do a number of tunes as well.
-Would be a raging angry drunk.
-As straight as a boomerang.
-Trilingual. Knows English, Korean, and French.
-Really fond of music, even if he remembers none that he used to like.
- Very susceptible to cold. Even during warmer seasons he wears more than one layer.

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Point Count:
Regular Full Body + Flat Colors = 100 PP + 25 PP
Regular Bust + Flat Colors = 55 PP + 25 PP
+ New Template Bonus - 50 PP

Total: 255 PP