FROST, Christian Nathaniel

[CHRISTIAN FROST]

FROST, CHRISTIAN NATHANIEL


hello, my name is MANDY and i am
SIXTEEN years of age. i come
from ENGLAND and my timezone
is GMT. lucky me!


- before our innocence was lost,

name; christian nathaniel frost
age; seventeen
physical age; sixteen
gender; male
sexuality; bi, leans more towards men
hometown; los angeles, california
race; witch

- you were always one of those,

likes;
- guys
- sex
- magic
- adventures
- sports
- dark chocolate

dislikes;
- snobby girls
- white chocolate
- heights
- work
- losing

strengths;

- his dashing good look
- persuasion
- expert liar

weaknesses;

- good looking guy/girl
- healing magick, never really got the hang of it

secrets;

- he's not a virgin
- not many people know that he likes guys as well as girls
- he killed two people when he was younger

family;

Adrienne Jean Frost (Mother, Deceased)
Nathaniel James Frost (Father, Deceased)

- blessed with lucky sevens,

personality; outgoing, adventurous, kinky, loyal, trustworthy, cunning, mischevious, couragous, random, hyperactive

history;

Christian Nathaniel Frost was born in Los Angeles, California to Adrienne and Nathaniel Frost. Yet, tragedy struck the family when, just after his first birthday, his parents were murdered. An elderly couple who lived next to them took Christian and fled to Manhattan to raise him in safety. Those in LA knew his parents were witches, but only few knew Adrienne was pregnant. From then on, Christian was raised, the elderly couple teaching him and raising him up around magic. His first magical experience was when he was six, he wanted a cookie. There was a loud bang and the cookie jar broke and all the cookies flew into his hands, all three of them.

One night, Christian was unable to sleep, he heard many cries and screams. He wandered downstairs to find two masked beings in his house with his foster parents at gun point. By this time, Christian was nine years old and had some control over his magic. There was a crackling sound from outside. It had started to rain...but then the windows began to make noises. One of the windows was rolled up and a gust of wind struck through and sent the two criminals into the wall. He could control the weather?

Christian pretty much lost control at that point. Another loud crackling sound. The elderly couple were down in the corner, terrified. All Christian remembers is that there were masculine screams and alot of blood... then he blacked out. He woke up a few days later, having been extremely exhausted. Christian was then told that his foster parents had died. Now he had nobody..until he met an old man who was sitting crossed legged on his hospital bed. The two engaged in talk and the old man, known as Lucas, took him in and the two fled, yet again to a different state - Texas. He grew up there, and at age thirteen, began expressing bisexual tendencies. Guys turned him on, yet he still liked girls..

When somebody actually found out, he was beginning to get hated by tons of people whom had been told. So, Christian switched schools but news travelled fast. He ignored them for two years until he had had enough of it. Let's just say the school needed it's roof repairing after a thunderstorm. Christian was shipped off to Mystic Reform by Lucas the following week. And so he began his life there, where he was accepted for what and who he was, no matter what, although he did use memory spells on the teachers that were gullible to mind tricks. Now he's still in Mystic Reform...doing what he does best, having fun.

- and the voice that made me cry,

roleplay sample;

Jasper continued to read, but it was beginning to bore him. He let go off the book and let his arms dangle, his hand flat on the bench. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back, blocking out the sun. Having heard a growling noise, Jasper opened one eye and looked out. There was a boy, younger than him by the looks of it, walking towards him, and it seemed werewolves were bothering him. He watched the boy come over and sit down.

He instantly knew who the boy was from a close up look. Yes, definetly knew the boy. "Jeremy, how nice to see you, I'm Jasper" He flashed him a smile but quietened down when Jeremy began reciting spells to himself. Deciding it would be best to help, Jasper removed several books from the small pouch he had enchanted years ago. He placed them on the bench and shrugged. "These are some of the books I have to revise now. Kinda advance but heck, you should be able to master them in no time" Of course Jasper was exceptionally well at some of the spells, he did still have his weak points.

Then, there was Black Magic. He didn't dabble in it, but he knew theories of how to perform certain spells. He'd have to go to the library sometime. "So, what brings you out here, on this pleasant day? Don't you have girls hearts to melt? Being the leader and all, I bet they're all draping over you" He laughed. Indeed, he had had his fair share of girls, too bad he had a "dirty little secret" to keep.

He looked from Jeremy to the werewolves. They were on guard...all the time. "So, allied us with anybody? Or are we to be out of the war completely?" Jasper wanted to stay out of the war. Well, he didn't mind helping out somebody in need, but other than that, he was a "lone ranger". Jasper looked back at Jeremy though, curious. "Why are you revising anyway?" He arched an eyebrow but shrugged. "Meaningless question, that's your business" He glanced to his right, at the book he was reading. Now..it was levitating in mid air. He wasn't really reading it, so he pulled it out from the air and dropped it into his pouch.

A mild breeze rolled by, and Jasper sighed as it made his hair billow slightly. "Hah, I forgot to ask, how are you?" How the question of his feelings had passed by Jasper unoticed, he didn't know.

- it's a song to say goodbye.

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