Post by Mr. Freeze on Sept 9, 2010 0:52:30 GMT -5
Victor Fries
Mr. Freeze
You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love
You never take advice
Someday you'll pay the price
And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;;Victor Fries
nickname;; Mr. Freeze
age;; 36
date of birth;; February 29th, 1974
gender;; Male
occupation;; Criminal; Former molecular biologist
sexualorienation;; Asexual
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; Blad
eyes;; Blue
height;; 6' 0" (Fries); 8'6'' (Suited)
weight;; 190 lbs (Fries); 350lb (Suited)
build;; Slender (Fries); Broad (Suited)
piercings;; None
tattoos;; None
style;; Because of his affliction, Freeze is forced to dressed to survive. Outside of frigid condition, Freeze must dawn a bulk but advanced refrigeration suit. The suit consists of armor plating on top of a mechanical exo-skeleton and several layers of insulated padding. Cooling jets, placed throughout the suit, keep his body temperature at a chilly 32 degrees Fahrenheit. His suit comes equip with a vacuum flask, the size of a small propane tank, containing liquid nitrogen connected to his Cold Gun.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;; Nora, Revenge, The Cold, Polar Bears, Misery
hates;; Everyone, Batman, Other Villains, Other Heroes, Ferris Boyle
strengths;; Genius-Level Intellect, Cryogenics Expert, Criminal Genius, Ruthless Killer
weaknesses;; Temperature Maintenance, Psychotic Delusions, Depersonalization Issues, Empathy Issues
quirks/habits;; Makes cold puns, has no sense of humors, can't dance, dreams of snowflakes, likes ballet
goals/dreams;; To make everyone miserable, to kill Batman, to save his wife, to seek revenge on Farris Boyle, to seek escape from his suit.
overall personality;;
Victor Fries is as killer with an icy disposition, born from tragedy and misfortune to become an emotionally detached criminal. Fries sees the world as if thorough glass. His ability to feel emotional has been severely deaden over the years. He considers himself nothing more than a husk fueled by rage and misery. Deep inside, however, beats the heart of a true romantic who's life was crushed when he lost his darling Nora. Victor sees the world as a cruel joke and all life as a pale shadow of the one true light in his life. Despite this, Victor had seemingly not given up hope in one day being reunited with his wife. As he works tirelessly to save her, it isn't clear whether Nora will return to the man she loved or the monster he's become.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Unknown
mother;; Unknown
siblings;; None
relatives;; None
pets;; Huginn and Muninn {Polar Bears; age 5 and age 6}
hometown;; Gotham City
currentlyliving;; Career criminal
history;;
They say Victor Fries died on the night that his equipment went awry and entombed in him a body that could only survive in sub-zero temperatures. They say that Victor Fries died when he learned that his darling wife, Nora, was diagnosed with a rare blood ailment. A disease without a cure. They say Victor Fries died the night where he constructed his first cooling suit and struck the first National Gotham bank under the name Mr. Zero. Few, however, say that Victor Fries has always been a little dead inside.
When Victor was a child he took a cat and he stuck it in cooler full of ice. He left the cat over night and in the morning he found the cat had died...frozen solid in a tomb of ice. Victor's parents were disgusted by his fascination with the dead cat and sent him to a boarding school where he felt detached from others. His formative years were spent alone, unloved and distant from his peers, until the day he met Nora Charles, a fellow student. Nora and Victor quickly fell in love and soon married, though their happiness was short lived. Nora was stricken with an incurable blood disease. Victor, in grief, placed Nora in cryostatus in hopes of preventing the spread of the disease. However, the experiment went terribly wrong and Fries' equipment malfunctioned, consuming him and his lab in an explosion of ice.
Miraculously surviving, Victor found that his body was now his body could only survive at sub-zero temperatures. As Nora condition grew more serious, Victor constructed a refrigeration suit which would now protect him in his altered state. Calling himself Mr. Zero, he began to rob several banks to earn money. He was eventually thwarted by Batman and Robin, but struggled on. As Mr. Zero, he uses cryonic technology to create a gun, which fires a beam that freezes any target within its range. Rechristening himself Mr. Freeze, Victor continues to fight Batman and Robin in order to save his wife.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Benel
age;; 23
experience;; 10 years
activity;; active
whyyoujoined;; play The Ray
phrase;; Revenge is a dish best served cold
example;;
He remembered her warmth. Her light. She would sit in the garden and toil in the soft earth, seeding morning glories and lilacs all along the road just below his study. He would watch her work in the afternoon, her sink pale pink in the sun as he would have his coffee and finish his term papers. In the evening she would dance to The Penguins and Ben E. King and the Drifters. Victor would sit on the old dust chair and watch, smoking his pipe, smiling softly as he read the paper. It was a beautiful life to have. It almost seemed like a dream.
He shuffled awake from his frost covered bed. His sheets shimmered in their crust of ice as he swung his shoulder over and felt the floor with his hand. The hum of the refrigerating unit was a melodious backing to the shuffle of everyday. He tuned to it, dragging himself from slumber into this painful waking nightmare he called his life. He crossed the room to the small basin and punched thorough the tiny layer of frost over the top and dipped his hand in. The water was delightfuly cold as he splashed it to his face. He toweled himself off and crossed over to the chamber room where she laid in a chamber of pure ice.
" Good morning, my love. " He said.
He shuffled awake from his frost covered bed. His sheets shimmered in their crust of ice as he swung his shoulder over and felt the floor with his hand. The hum of the refrigerating unit was a melodious backing to the shuffle of everyday. He tuned to it, dragging himself from slumber into this painful waking nightmare he called his life. He crossed the room to the small basin and punched thorough the tiny layer of frost over the top and dipped his hand in. The water was delightfuly cold as he splashed it to his face. He toweled himself off and crossed over to the chamber room where she laid in a chamber of pure ice.
" Good morning, my love. " He said.
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