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Ice. Cold and Piercing. Deathless Frost forever buffeting the unworthy with his frozen fingers until the tundra is painted red, but as time passes people forget. They forget that fire can be quenched, the earth can be broken and the winds can be averted, but the ice is harder than steel and leaves those who challenge it in a frozen hell. When people forget, champions arise to make them remember, and such a champion was born and forged on the Icestair. His name is unknown to mortal kind, but those who have dared challenge him end up frozen in fear. He is not as aggressive as fire, nor hard-headed as rock. He seeps in like water, then morphs, changes, and shatters his enemies with the frozen force he was granted. Cunning and deceitful are his ways, like a harmless pool of still water, but when he turns cold his mere presence shatters the souls of those who oppose him. His real name is jealously hidden within the deep recesses of his mind, never to be heard by the ears of mortals, never to be spoken by the whisperings of the wind. Those who have had the fortune of being spared, call him in the forgotten language of the ancient giants קאַלט איינער*. An unholy symbol shows faintly upon his snow-white fur, the symbol of The Deathless Frost. A champion has been chosen. He will remind those of the cold they had forgotten, and he will slay all who dare stand in his way. Behold! Kaze o will bring the snow.

A newly-wed couple, taking an evening stroll through a snow-laden forest, suddenly heard the sounds of an infant's cry. They looked around and found an exquisitly woven basket placed by a tree. In the basket they found what looked like a white fox, but the sound of its cry was not that of a fox, but of a human baby. Whether it was the husband's compassion or the wife's barren condition or a combination of both is uncertain, but they took the child home to take care of. The next morning, they received quite a shock. The child had lost all of his foxy features that he'd had only the night before. Confused, they took the child to the temple of Iomedae to see if the priest knew anything of the child's origins. They described the recent events to the priest who gave them a thoguhtful look. Hmm, hold on a minute. I may just have something that might help. He retreated to his quarters where he dug out a dusty old book. The title was in Sylvan. It was called Aao Cmooaaumos a'r ho Fa'mmos. He brought the book back to the couple and began flipping through the pages. The child suddenly sneezed and, almost immediately, his snow-white fur returned and his nose elongated into a muzzle. The couple and the priest stood there dumbfounded. The priest turned a few more pages and exclaimed, Ah, here it is. The creature you are carrying now is called a Kitsune, but not just any Kitsune. Kitsune are rare enough as is, this one happens to be from an icy heritage which is extremely rare. You are a blessed family to be the parents of such a phenomenon. Now, if I may, would you allow me to give Iomedae's blessing upon the child? The parents found no reason against it so they agreed and began to unwrap the baby from his foldings, but as they uncovered the baby's back leg, the priest jumped back, holding his holy symbol in front of him as if to protect himself. THAT CHILD IS CURSED!! On the child's back leg, marked by permanently discolored fur, was a black mark. The priest, feeling compassion for the couple, told them to keep the mark hidden. He also asked them if he would be allowed to teach the child in the ways of Iomedae. The parents agreed and they returned home.

Over the course of the next few years, the child grew into a handsome young lad. The priest tried his best to teach the lad in the ways of Iomedae, but the child resented his teachings, often showing the opposite qualities. His parents kept him hidden until he was able to fully shift to human form quickly, and he was only ever able to leave the house in human form. He then began to be taught along with a group of children. He was never given a name, so his peers gave him the nickname Snowflake because of his extremely light blond/white hair in human form. The name stuck. Soon enough the child was getting himself into trouble, mostly relationship issues. Most of the time, he meddled in the relationships of others. His charms became so irresistible to the point where the girls began to ignore the other guys. Before too long, the other guys became jealous of Snowflake so they devised a plan to be rid of him, for good. That night, Snowflake took his nightly walk through the forest behind his house. He would often shift back to his fox form where he was more relaxed, more free. He reached a frozen lake where he fell to his knees. He looked at his reflection. Why can't I have the freedom to be myself anymore? He shifted back to his human form and punched his reflection in anger. Snowflake, Snowflake, Snowflake. Just can't seem to keep his nose out of the business of others now can he? Snowflake whirled around. He saw three boys leaned against a tree, wielding menacing looking sticks. He raised his fists and took a fighting stance. The leader of the trio scoffed and charged at Snowflake. He lunged with a force that knocked the wind out of Snowflake's lungs and sent him to his knees. The other two boys then charged at him and began beating him with their sticks. Snowflake couldn't take it anymore. He shifted to his fox form and lunged at the at the leader. He sunk his teeth deep into the boy's throat. He dropped the boy from his jaws and left him bleeding in the snow. That was quite enjoyable. Maybe another one or how about two now that I've started. Snowflake growled and leapt at the second boy whom he then quickly dispatched. The third ran screaming into the woods, not sure of the horror that'd he'd just seen. He almost reached town when Snowflake jumped out of a tree on top of him. I know every secret to these woods. You really think you can outrun me? He turned the boy over so he was lying on his back. He was paralyzed with fear. His last words were, Why are you so cold? Snowflake glared at his then ripped the boy's vocal chords out with his teeth. Don't want you disturbing the peace of the night with your troublesome screams now do we? At that moment he then felt his paws. They were cold as ice, but it was not a natural cold. The cold seeped from his very soul into his veins and coursed through his body. Nobody every found out the truth about the three boys. The town just assumed they were killed by wolves.
A few years later, Snowflake met a beautiful young woman by the name of Maiina at the age of 15. They became close, almost inseparable friends. One night Snowflake invited her on his usual nightly walk. I have to tell her my secret. We've know each other for long enough now. He brought her to the frozen lake and shifted into his fox form. So that's what the voice meant. You are the champion he talked about. Snowflake gave her a confused look. What do you mean? Champion? What are you talking about? She raised her sleeve. On her arm was the same mark on Snowflake's leg. She then pointed at Snowflake's leg,The Deathless Frost chose you to be his champion. She then pulled a dagger from her shawl. Unfortunately he also said that if I kill his chosen champion, I will gain the power he granted you. Snowflake stepped back, stunned. What are you saying!? Maiina! Do you even realize what you are doing!? Maiina swung at him and slashed his arm leavening a bloody gash. I am simply doing what the Deathless Frost tells me. She won't listen to reason. Why is she making me do this? The battle was quick and bloody. Snowflake laid his best friend on the ice. Tears streamed from both their eyes. Maiina clasped his arm with a fading grip, I now see why he chose you. She wept, her breaths getting weaker by the moment. Your name is not Snowflake, it never has been. You are now to be known as Kaze o. It means Cold One. She released her last breath into a ball of mist. Kaze o reached up as if to snatch her breath and return it to her, but it slipped between his fingers. Suddenly a loud and malicious voice boomed from the lake. You have done well my champion. If you want to be reunited with your friend, you will carry my influence across the land, and remind them of The Deathless Frost! Kaze o lay there weeping over his dead friend until the sun broke the horizon. He arose, changed, different than he was the night before. He became the embodiment of the cruel and unforgiving ice. He had purpose and would not stop until that purpose was carried out. His every action dictated by the whim of an unrelenting force, and he relished it.