[b]Name: [/b] Beckett (Beck) Harrison [b]Alias: [/b] Frostbite [b]Age: [/b] 18 [b]Sponsor:[/b] Ice [b]Personality: [/b] Relaxed, Charismatic, Hopeful (Chill? Ahah, sorry...) [hider=Powers and Weaknesses][b]Powers: [/b] He controls general cryokinesis, much like his mentor. Of course, this can manifest itself in several different ways; for example, the simple creation and manipulation of ice and snow (but mainly ice), freezing objects/liquids, frost breath, etc. His fighting is pretty versatile, due to the nature of his powers. He can coat himself in ice and function as a brawler, or he can skate around on top of ice paths for faster acrobatic combat. He's proficient with a single sword as well, but he doesn't carry it most of the time. His body temperature is decreased and is chilling to the touch, but this is more of a side effect than a power. He's rather acrobatic as well, due to sliding/skating around on top of the ice he creates. [b]Weaknesses: [/b] Heat: His powers weaken in proportion to heat, disappearing completely in extreme temperatures. (Shocker, right?) Unstable Body: He needs to inject himself with a specially-made serum every 48 hours to keep himself from freezing over entirely. Sleep: Though it isn't immediately apparent, Beck suffers from on-and-off insomnia. [/hider] [hider=Appearance][b]Appearance: [/b] He stands about 5'8", weighs about 165 lbs, he's built like a gymnast (though on the leaner side). His hair is medium length, and pushed out of his face. It's a dark brown color, almost black, sometimes it's speckled with snowflakes (something that bothers him to no end), as if he'd just taken a walk in light snowfall. His face is angular and his eyes are a light blue. He's surprisingly pale, as a result of his powers, but doesn't look unhealthy. Generally he would be considered handsome. Off-duty, he dresses extremely casually, wearing various t-shirts, hoodies, and sweatpants. On-duty, he wears a full-body white spandex suit, with a black zip-up hoodie (two of the three he has, the sleeves are ripped off). More often than not, the hood is up. His mask simply matches the white color of his suit, with a black shape that looks like a cross between a domino mask and Batman's symbol with really long, thin wings (see my drawing). His alternate costume is basically the same, but with the colors reversed. There isn't really any reason as to why/when he switches. 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The inside was dark, but he saw everything in the moonlight from he large window above; Batman, in all his glory, locked in combat with Mr. Freeze. Beck moved closer, the battle clearing any common sense from his head. He crept out of his spot again to get into a better spot... Suddenly, darkness. A stray blast from the villain's freeze gun knocked him unconscious. He opened his eyes; nighttime. Someone was carrying him. Beck tried to look up, and couldn't... He was cold... He closed his eyes. When he woke up, he was in an advanced hospital, the complex machinery making it look more like a lab. His parents, who were sitting in a chair beside the bed, jumped up and showered him in affection. A couple weeks later, a woman showed up at his house: Ice.[/hider] [hider=LONG Bio][b]Full Bio[/b] It was a chilly September night, still light enough for one to just barely see. This was due mostly to the light of the full moon, as the weathered street lamps were old and dim. The area was relatively quiet for the ever-busy city, considering it was a residential district and a little further away from the main city buzz. A young teen was walking down the narrow sidewalk alone... Young Beck Harrison was returning home from a movie that night. His date stood him up, but it didn't really matter to him. He questioned the idea of dating at fourteen years old anyway, only having agreed after a friend pressured him into it (agreeing to quiet him). What [i]was[/i] on his mind instead was the movie he just saw: The Revengers, about a team of normally-solo heroes (such as Captain Patriot, Iron Lung, and the Incredibly Gorgeous Hunk) who join together to save the world. Beck thought it was a blatant ripoff of several real heroes, but he couldn't help feeling awestruck anyway. Beck had a growing fascination with superheroes. It started as a passing interest after hearing of Batman on the news and at school, but it grew over time into a passion. Coming from an average family, he knew he would never achieve the feats associated with peak-human status. His plan was to join the GCPD, like his father, dreaming that someday he'd meet, or even help, a hero like Batman or Nightwing some day. As he was about to turn the street corner, Beck heard police sirens blaring. He turned around, and watched them whiz by. His head still full with his dreams, he ran after the cars. Luckily, the quiet of the night was useful in tracking the cars when they disappeared. The cars stopped outside a warehouse on the nearby pier. Beck looked at the entrance; it was swarmed with police, yet he didn't hear any gunshots, only a few loud crashes from inside. This was a warehouse that Beck walked by every day to and from school, and he happened to know of a certain broken window in the back. He promptly snuck around to the back, and hoisted himself through the window; it was a good thing he worked out every day with the track team. The inside of the warehouse was even colder than the outside. He zipped up his hoodie, which was appropriately black, and pulled the hood up. Moonlight filtered trough the large industrial windows of the warehouse, the shelving and boxes created large shadows and hiding places. Beck heard shouting, and a sound he couldn't quite determine. Loud buzzes, of some sort? That's when he saw it; Batman, in all his glory, locked in combat with Mr. Freeze! Beck did all he could to remain hidden, barely containing his excitement. He was watching from behind a box on a shelf, and decided to move for a better view. He stealthily moved behind a pillar as Mr. Freeze was looking in the opposite direction, trying to blast his nemesis with the experimental freeze gun. Beck watched there for a few moments, but the battle soon shifted out of his point of view. Blinded from common sense by the dreamlike scene in front of him, he peeked out of the corner and attempted to scurry to a different pillar... BZZZzZzZP! There was a flash of light, then complete darkness. Beck awoke slowly. So cold... He tried to look at his surroundings. He couldn't... Too cold to move. But he was moving. Who was carrying him? He barely lifted his head up. Could it possibly... Was it really... Him?.. So very cold... Beck couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. He drifted back into unconsciousness. Eight days later, Beck opened his eyes again. He was in a white room, in a hospital bed. There were some gifts, from family and friends, on a table against the wall opposite his bed, and an armchair in the corner. He flicked his eyes to the right: Some extremely complex machines that looked like they belonged in a lab, and a case of several syringes filled with a blue liquid on a table. He flicked his eyes left: A large window, and his parents sitting on a couch. His parents? Beck slowly turned his head to look at them. "... Mom?.. Dad?.." Their eyes widened, his mother's lip was trembling. Beck slowly sat up as his parents came up to him. His mother immediately pulled him into a long embrace, his father wrapping his arms around the two. Beck wasn't sure what to even start to say. "Mom, Dad... I'm... So sorry..." he said. "I just-" "Sh. It's okay. You're okay." his mother replied. A few weeks later... "... And thus concludes our three-part documentary on me! Booster Gold! Join us next w-" Beck turned the television off. Getting up from the couch, he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. He filled it up in the sink, and as he went to take a sip... Nothing. He sighed as he looked into the cup. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Just a sec!" Beck called. He opened the door, and had to hold onto the frame to keep himself from staggering; it was Ice. She smiled at him. "Hi, sweetie. It's Beck, right?.." He nodded, silenced. She glanced down at his frozen cup, and smiled again. "I'd like to talk with you about a few things." [/hider] [hider=Team Impressions] [b]1:[/b][i] It's a good thing Ice hooked me up with some profiles on my teammates. Good to know what I'm getting into. [/i] [b]Ditto:[/b] [b]1:[/b] [i] Hm... So this is our fearless leader. Or, maybe he's that one. Wait... Him? Oh, my head... [/i] [b]Fenrir: [/b] [b]1:[/b] [i] The wolfman, right? Better stay on his good side, his bite's probably worse than his bark... Heh... I'm not funny. [/i] [b]Orbit: [/b] [b]1:[/b] [i] I've heard she's rather...Detached. I hope she's doing alright. [/i] [b]Hellfire:[/b] [b]1:[/b] [i] Black fire, huh?.. Spooky. Cool, as long as he keeps 'em away from me. [/i] [b]Shock:[/b] [b]1:[/b] [i] I don't know much about her. I guess her powers are like Static's? [/i] [b]Fate:[/b] [b]1:[/b] [i] Apparently he uses magic. I wonder if he uses strange spell names? "Bolts of Bedevilment! Flames of the Faltine!" Heh. No, that'd be silly. [/i] [b]Brick:[/b] [b]1:[/b] [i] Wow! I wish the live-action movies looked like this guy! Wonder if he likes pizza?.." [/i] [b]Owlet: [/b] [b]1:[/b] [i] Her file was particularly impressive. I can't really do [u]any[/u] of that. Cool costume, too... [/i] [b]Shadow Dancer: [/b] [b]1:[/b] [i] They say she's half-demon... Which is shocking, really, but she wouldn't be here if that were a [u]bad[/u] thing.[/i] [b]Thrillseeker:[/b] [b]1:[/b] [i]This guy is interesting. They say his mind is like a computer... And that's a scary thought. [/i] [/hider]