Welcome to Gaia! ::

Persona

Thick-headed: /blank stare/ Schtow? Vhat was dat comrade? Sometimes it takes a while for me to understand things.

Confident: I'm very comfortable in my skin. I don't care what others think. I do things my own way. I firmly believe in myself and my talents.

Prideful: Don't criticize my finances, it's like a stab at my pride. It's one sure way to get me angry at you, immediately. Nor should you criticize my work. I put my heart into it.

Stubborn: No. We're doing it this way. That's just how it is.

Affectionate: I love to show affection towards those I care about, and am friendly with. The more I like you, the more I'll try to touch you. Be my comrade! I love to touch people when I talk too.

Family Orientated: I value my family, and those I am close to with high regards. I will do everything I can to ensure they are happy and well taken care of.

Resilient: Not many things bother me enough to get me to lose my cool. I'm one tough nut to crack.

Fickle: my heart cannot make up it's mind sometimes.

History

Gala, my twin, is much more descriptive of the family. Me? Not so much.

Twenty-six years ago, a cold and snowy day in Russia, my twin and I were born. From the get-go, it was a pretty crazy life. Living with four older sisters was not fun. Especially when they wanted to play dress-up, or have tea parties. Sad to say, I think I know how to apply make-up better than some of the women I see wander into my shop. Not that I put on make-up. It's just stuff you pick up being around it for so long.

Anyway, the day I was born, was a pretty strange day. The doctor nearly dropped me, or according to Manya he did drop me, because I was so cold, it startled him. And truth be told, I was cold. Always been, always will be. It was an adjustment that was hard to overcome at first. Mama used to worry I was sick, but I wasn't. Not until the summer months hit. It bothered my parents, as they did not understand it, but when it was hot out I'd get sick, but when it was cold I had so much energy it was borderline add. Well, once I was a few years older, and after about a few dozen doctors, one finally found out just what was going on.

My blood had ice water in it. Sure humans are about 70-80 percent water, and blood has water components in it. But the water in my blood had actual ice molecules or whatever in it. To be honest, I don't even fully know what it is, but it doesn't matter. The practical approach is, hot=bad, cold=good.

School was hell. I'd spend the first two months either in the nurse's office, or at home. Needless to say, I was failing. So when I turned thirteen, Papa offered for me drop from school and work full time in the shop with him. I accepted the offer. School sucks anyway~ ******** homework!

Like one of those guys from a comic book, my 'condition' ... as Mama called it, changed. Around age seventeen, I was able to freeze stuff. Both by physical contact and by breathing on it. I was a hit at parties, keeping things cool hahaha~ And my breath would come out like I was smoking. Oh God, did I catch Hell trying to explain that to Mama the first time it happened. But not as hard as trying to explain to her how I was able to turn into a living ice sculpture.

As I got older, my heat tolerance went up, slightly. I was able to cope with heat, but it still did and does suck.

Around twenty-three, when Gala finished her degree, she wanted to leave home to these ...Kingdoms Stalina had told her about. Like most of the family, they weren't too sure about Stalina's ideas. She's a little batty...But Gala was sold. I was a little bummed when she wanted to leave. I mean, she's my twin, we've lived our whole lives together and now, she's moving away...

Well, I was upset, until Mama told me I was leaving too. >:/ Dammit Gala! But with that Mama was giving me, I knew there was no way out of it. So I said goodbye to my awesome life in Russia for whereverthehell Gala was going. I couldn't be mad at her for long, she was so happy to go.

Fast forward four years, and yeah. I must admit, despite the initial desire to never come here, I gotta admit, I'm glad I'm here.

Hobbies
Drinking. Ice Skating. Reading up on gem crafting. Going out to eat.

Fighting Style/weapons

Outfits
He likes to bundle up. A side effect of hi ice manipulation is that he feels the need to almost constantly be wearing thicker clothes and/or multiple layers. But he dresses fancy. Pea Coats, dress shoes, suit pants ect. He hates to dress down, or casually. For him, casual is dress shirt and slacks. He's always semi-formal, except when sleeping.
Casual
Casual 2
With twin sister
Casual 3
Formal
Casual 4
Casual 5

Diary

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