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[b]Name:[/b] Crystal Teufel

[b]Age:[/b] 18 years old

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Power:[/b] [url=http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Dry_Ice_Manipulation]{Dry Ice Manipulation}[/url]

[b]Personality:[/b] Secretive. Nonchalant. Anti-social.

[b]Likes:[/b] Dark Chocolate. Tea. Hot Cocoa. Small animals. Music. Anything cold.

[b]Dislikes:[/b] Noise. Heat. People. Smell of smoke.

[hider=History] 

Crystal was born in Germany. Her mother was a gentle housewife while her father was a successful businessman. At age 11, her mother passed away from a drunk driving accident. The teenager behind the wheel was only sentenced to 5 years of probation. Her father remarried a few years later, much to her displeasure. Her step-mother was very hostile towards her, and it got worse when his father left the country for a business trip. When worse came to worst, she moved to Pavar where her grandmother lived. With her savings and her grandmother's hard earned money, she was able to take the trip.

She lived a simple life in a small house in Pavar. Her grandmother would often show her pictures of her mother when she was her age. Her grandmother was the closest thing she had to a mother, so when she passed away of old age, she was left completely alone. In order to continue her studies, she got a student loan. She works part time at a coffee shop in San Creek Mall in order to pay for her daily needs.

Crystal's father would often call to ask her to come back. Her step-mother had told him that she left home because she couldn't accept their marriage. Crystal made him believe this, not wanting to cause anymore problems for his father. She refused to come back but agreed to ask for his help if ever she needed it.[/hider]

[hider=Awakening]

It was dark.

Her throat tightened as she held back her tears. "Poor girl. You honestly think that your father would believe you?" A voice taunted. "Sit there and learn your lesson." She could hear the clacking of heels against the floor, and a door was shut close.

[i][u]*An hour earlier*[/u][/i]

"Dad, how long are you gonna be away from home?" 

"I'll be back in three weeks, Crystal. Be a good daughter while I'm away, okay?" He smiled as he dragged his luggage behind him. 

"But dad, Martha always-"

"Crystal! There you are. I made you some breakfast." Her step-mother interrupted with a fake smile."Oh honey, I see that you're already leaving. Let me escort you to the gate." She said as she opened the front door for him and helped him with his stuff. She gave Crystal an ice-cold glare before closing the door behind her.

As soon as her father had left, Martha stormed inside and dragged her by the arm; digging her long nails into her skin while doing so. She let out a series of yells before forcefully placing her inside a cardboard box and sealing it with tape. "My friends are coming over. Be good and stay quiet." Being the helpless 14 year old girl that she was, she kept still.

[u][i]*Present*[/i][/u]

Crystal could hear music blaring from outside the room. She doesn't know how long it had been, but she was starting to feel light headed. Her step-mother had definitely forgotten about her. Her skin started to burn, and her breathing hitched. She suffered from a condition called Thyrotoxicosis, which makes her intolerant to heat. Her heart started to race, and her muscles began to feel weak. "..Help." She whispered to herself, knowing no one would be able to hear her even if she tried.

Suddenly, the air around her drastically dropped in temperature. It went on for a few more seconds until she could see the fog in the darkness. Her hands were then suddenly encased in very cold ice - but it didn't hurt. She lifted her arm up, and ran her finger towards the top of the box in a straight line, ripping the tape with the sharp edge of the ice. 

She couldn't process what was happening. It was when she turned the lights on that a shiver ran down her spine. The whole room was frozen.

She ran out of the room in fear. On her way to her room, she could see her drunk step-mother passed out on the couch. Hatred and rage began to fill her, and ice slowly started to surround the place. She closed her eyes and shook her head, "No no. I don't wanna hurt anyone." She ran to her room and later decided to give her granny a call.[/hider]