Frosty aka John Frost

Mask: He stands around six and a half feet in height with a muscular build that suggests work rather than the gym. He wears his black hair rather short and close. He has the face of an average working man, hard but not mean, just like his brown eyes that seem unyielding as the earth. His clothing is simple and durable with no decoration what so ever. In all actuality even with his size he is one that bears little notice or attention by most as he's just another middle class blue collar.

Mien: A troll made of ice with colorings of snow bearing wicked edges, razor sharp blades along the muscles and various other natural tools of destruction stands just a bit taller than the mask it bears. While mostly edges and hard surface his body seems to flow easily rather than grinding. His face is a hard expression that seems to both exemplify rage and disappointment at once and never seeming to change.

Frosty has been around for a couple years but has stayed outside of the normal social groups for whatever reason. It would be safe to say he didn't come straight from the Hedge as he wasn't, nor now, Lost in the sense of fresh from the hedge. He's more of a stoic and doesn't give much till he gets to know someone. While he's not the most warm and fuzzy guy he's also the one most likely to help you get up after you fall and not make fun of you let alone ask for anything in return. He's just recently opened a bar, "Tartarus", after doing most of the renovation himself, only the modern electricity and such was untouched by him. At Tartarus he's usually found behind the bar listening to one or some of his regulars.