Mourning Frost

It was the early winter when he was born. The third child of simple mountain farmers. Marked as a blessing by his parents for his pure white hair and striking eyes. They named him Morning Frost. Like the serene and gentle landscape around them. The dew of the foggy morn kissed by a touch of ice.. making all quiet. And endlessly peaceful.

In his youth this peace was never absent. Yet all things pass. Just like the seasons. And tragedy comes for all. For the sins of the father often fall onto the son.

Enemies of his fathers untold past came upon their home. Flames where Raging, steel clashed. Yet his simple family was unprepared. His father the only one to put up a fight...

They hid the youngest, Morning Frost. But in his foolishness he ran out of the hiding spot as his father was struck down... His father's old enemy looked down upon him. And for reasons that haunt him to this day...

Frost was spared the blade. Unlike the rest of his family. The only parting words where left with an old knife the warrior threw at Frost's feet. "Find me if you want... it's the rule of this world. Kindness is paid two fold.. and vengeance tenfold."

Ever since he began walking the path of the warrior. Reborn in blood that day. Powers within him hidden until his hatred awakened them...

Now reborn as Mourning Frost.. He works as a wandering mercenary, body guard, and bounty hunter. Any trade that allows him to exact his justice upon the world. That isn't to say he has a unwavering sense of morality. He is a kind man at heart, and always has a soft spot when kids are involved.