SonofJET

Young Justice 2020

Same reason no one likes Kid Rock? Wearing the flag is tacky and offensive to a lot of people? :P

I guess he didn't have that whole "superhero" thing going on, though, so it was kind of nonsensical.

The White Island Prophecies

Aye, he is itching for real combat. The emphasis on real. He shouldn't view peasants as a challenge, no matter what rallying cry or anarchist belief they may have adopted. If there were rumors that they were undergoing extensive training, and had been producing arms and armor to rival that of the Balenian military, then yes. He would be willing to do whatever it took to crush them.

However, considering his background (military upbringing/father, training, relationships with some of the veteran soldiers), it is likely that he would have heard of the tales of battle, against opponents from various walks of life. And disgruntled peasants following the words and ideas of a young girl wouldn't exactly satisfy his idea of a "worthy fight."

More specifically, for the young patriotic soldier, he holds an idea in his head of his nation and it's defenders. It may be significantly romanticized from its true nature, but he sees himself as a virtuous fighter for his country, his ruler, and his people. Which is part of the reason he is conflicted about becoming Sendai. He believes that it would be akin to deserting and fleeing to another country.

So, in short, yes and no. Yes, he welcomes the chance to "be all he can be" and stand alongside the Sixth Division, but no, he isn't too keen on putting peasants to the sword, no matter how rebellious they may be.

But, I will make changes as you see fit, boss. :)

For now, I'll go ahead and make the changes to their responses.

Young Justice 2020

What does F-U spell?
Fired up!

The White Island Prophecies

Tashi al Dorje in Parna - Dawn

Too soon... The young man thought, rolling onto his back at the hoarse, bellowing call of the camp crier. I feel like my head just hit the bedroll... There's no way it's morning already...

"Tashi, get your armor together!" Came the whispered urging of one of his tent-mates, a thin, dark-skinned lad who had come to the division not three days prior. Tashi struggled again to remember his name for a moment and recalled that it was Ferran.

Then the realization of Ferran's words finally settled into his sleep-clouded mind.

"We're leaving?" Tashi asked, his fatigue suddenly forgotten as he sat upright and threw his blanket away from his body.

"As soon as the division is mustered, we are. It would seem that we are to discourage some peasant rebellion."

As quickly as he had become excited, Tashi's mood fell. He sighed in exasperation and kicked his bedroll hotly, before bending to start the process of packing for travel.

"I was not trained to quell rebellious peasants, Ferran."

"And yet, it is what we shall do, Tashi. Ours is not to question the merits of our orders. Only to follow them."

Seeing no legitimate argument against his fellow soldier, or at least none that would carry any weight should he bother to voice it, Tashi settled for brooding in silence.

---

An hour later, he was mustered with the rest of the Sixth Division. A glorious sight, a legion of men lined up in columns and rows, the rising sun shining off of polished metal armor plates. Most men wore full plate, and sat atop war horses. Others, like Tashi, wore only half-plate armor, desiring a bit more maneuverability in combat. Still others were clad only in lamellar, chain, or leather armor. Many of the division went unarmored entirely, most of them serving as archers and camp workers.

They were different in many ways, save one. The desire to serve, and the drive to protect their country. While some may have joined for the benefits of food, lodging and pay, others simply wanted nothing more than to fight for their country. Tashi belonged to this group, as did his father before him.

After a few minutes of waiting, the Division was greeted by Lord Commander Kalsang, a tall, powerfully built knight who wore gold-trimmed armor, and a black cape that carried the sigil of the king. He sat atop a mighty warhorse, similarly armored, and carried a brilliantly shining lance.

"Sixth Division!" He roared, his voice carrying throughout the whole of the field they had assembled in.

"Yes, Lord Commander!" Came the unified, bellowing reply. It sent shivers down Tashi's spine, to be amongst the force of Balenia as they rallied to the call of their commander.

"Today we ride for Marne! I'm sure you have all heard the rumors. Peasants stir in Marne, and aim to begin a rebellion against the kingdom! We shall not allow this!" Kalsang raised the point of his lance as he drove his warhorse down the line of his soldiers, meeting many of their eyes as he passed.

Tashi had been on the receiving end of his gaze some years ago. He did not care for it then, for it preceded the knowledge of his fathers death. Now, however, it brought a certain motivation that he had been lacking that morning.

"We ride to keep the order of Balenia!" Kalsang cried.

"Yes, Lord Commander!" The division replied.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Move out!"

With a singular purpose, the entirety of the Sixth Legion turned about, towards the road to Marne, and marched. The unity of their movements was awesome to behold, as hundreds of hoof beats and footfalls created an audible thunder from the earth.

Tashi felt pity for whoever decided to stand against them. For surely, they would be hopelessly outnumbered and outmatched.

---

"Tashi!"

The young soldier was stirred for the second time that day by someone calling his name. He had just settled in for a nap in his saddle, it seemed, when he felt a hand slap against his shoulder.

Tashi shook his head and turned to see Jeroen riding alongside him. Grinning, he held out a closed fist, which was met by Jeroen's own.

"Come to gloat?" He asked, still feeling the sting of numerous blows dealt to him by the older man.

"On the contrary. I'm here to ask after you again, on behalf of an old friend." Jeroen said, passing a rolled up piece of paper to Tashi, who sighed as he accepted it.

It was not the first time he had heard from the Sendai, and as Jeroen was demonstrating, it was unlikely to be the last. In his youth, he had been told that he possessed something called a spark. At first, he took it as a typical compliment, akin to being told he had potential.

Eventually, however, the true meaning became clearer. Tashi did not like the idea of abandoning his career, but he wasn't able to deny all of the merits of the arguments that had been presented to him.

"To what end?" Tashi finally said, opening the note and reading it over. "What do you gain from helping the Sendai?"

Jeroen chuckled, shaking his head and looking to the sky.

"I gain nothing, at present. However, that does not blind me to what I - what we all stand to gain in the future, should you accept their offer."

"And what of my wishes?" Tashi said, a bit of irritation in his tone. "Does no one consider that I may not want to live in seclusion for an indeterminate amount of time? That I may not want to abandon my country for some dusty old mystic order?"

"Tashi, no one ever said that you had to join the group. However, your objections, to me, beg the question... Why have you not told them 'no,' if you truly have no desire to become Sendai?"

Tashi opened his mouth to speak, only to find it empty of words. Jeroen's knowing smile did not serve to calm the young man.

"I think you owe it to yourself to try it. And if you truly wish to remain, another mundane soldier in an army of men, then you owe it to the Sendai to give them a real answer." The old man said, settling into his saddle for comfort.

Tashi looked down at his hands, lost in thought, and rode on in silence.

The White Island Prophecies

Yep. I should have mine up today.

EDIT: Yep. Posted today. With 15 minutes to spare, too! :P

I would have had it up sooner, but I was helping my girlfriend pack up the apartment for a move.

Young Justice 2020

Nodding, and having nothing to say to Apollo that couldn't wait until he returned to HQ, Hákon walked with Patriot and assisted where he could in cleanup, although he lacked the strength to clear any of the larger pieces of debris.

"Perhaps you would be a good leader for the others, then. Perhaps we should consider ourselves more akin to nuclear deterrents as a group, rather than deployed infantry. By our presence alone, perhaps we can do good. If we all display the threat of power, perhaps villains in the future can be convinced to stay their hands. As you can see from today, overwhelming force can be the fastest way to incapacitate someone, but it should be kept as a last resort."

Hákon gathered some of the more obvious pools of water to himself as they moved, freezing them into crystalline structures I his hands before tossing them into the occasional storm drain.

"I didn't always understand the merits of restraint, you know. My mentor, Ice, taught me to be better than I was. It was hard, but it was worth it, in the end. I learned many laws of your country, and I learned of many international laws. Maybe we can teach the others such restraint... I could get some books on ethics, the legal system, law enforcement, and the Geneva Convention for the library? What do you think?"

---

Later, back at headquarters, Frostburn had taken off his mask, and collapsed onto a lounge chair after Batman's lecture. Somehow, he wasn't surprised that the face of justice in Gotham was a bit irate. Although, having researched the mans early career to some extent, it seemed a bit hypocritical. Although perhaps he, too, had learned a fair bit about restraint during his tenure as a caped crusader.

He looked idly at Superman as he entered, and began running through what he knew of the man in his head. Then he began countering himself with that knowledge in a few mental scenarios. Most of them ended poorly for Hákon, falling short as the man of steel shrugged off anything he thought to throw at him. Even freezing on a cellular level was difficult, given the speed the kryptonian was capable of reaching.

Perhaps that's why he prefers to play by himself... Hard to keep up with the guy who has all of the powers...

Young Justice 2020

Hákon looked to Patriot with a bit of incredulity, wondering just what these other members of the team had been taught by their mentors. So far, he had seen nothing but adolescent abandon, as if they had only just discovered their abilities, and had no discipline with them.

"Do we need to do some homework back at HQ?" He asked, rhetorically. "How are we supposed to make people accept us as these 'champions of justice' if we run amok, blasting every petty criminal we see into submission and disregarding the safety of everyone around us?"

Shaking his head, he peeled away his aufeis armor, turning it to water in his hand, where it formed a large puddle on the street.

"Patriot, how well versed are you in national history?" Hákon asked.

Young Justice 2020

Hákon moved slowly, but surely, towards the scene of the incident, having opted out of the impromptu show and tell that some of the others had set up in the midst of the alert.

"I'll never understand some people," he thought, shaking his head as he made one of several transit switches, that would take him to his destination. The bus, he found, was simple enough to redirect, given the proper compensation for the driver. He donned the only uniform item he possessed, a slick, angular white mask that covered his face. It wasn't there for any real purpose, other than to protect his identity, which was only a routine he adhered to due to Ice's insistence. His identity wouldn't place anyone at risk, even if he were to announce it to every villain he came across. But if he were to make himself known to any law enforcement agency that had affiliates around the world, his ability to perform as a "superhero" would be severely limited.

Hard to fight crime from behind bars. Criminals, absolutely. But it would be meaningless in the end.

As his transit finally came to an end, Frostburn dropped a few bills onto the outstretched palm of the bus driver who had so kindly gone out of his way for him, then stepped off the bus to witness the chaos that the team had wreaked upon the corner of Main and Grell.

"Gods, these people..." He muttered, walking towards the scene and assessing the situation.

Hákon was not a flashy hero, and he was not particularly potent in close quarters combat (something he had been meaning to work on), but he was as cold as his namesake, and he had an intellect that made his powers even more potent than they would have been in the hands of a being that operated purely on instinct.

So, with the others pounding away on Icicle (the poor guy), Frostburn opted to take the role of damage control, walking into the midst of the frozen scenery and bringing his powers to bear.

It was a simple matter for him to find that connection to the ice that coated much of his surroundings, rearrange the molecular structure of the solid water, loosening and breaking the bonds that gave the chemicals their crystalline structure.

In a matter of seconds, the solid ice had become unstable, and it turned to slush, then to liquid water.

With much of the cleanup taken care of, Hákon drew the water to himself, leading it up his body, where it formed layer upon layer of incredibly dense ice sheets. This was what he colloquially knew as "Aufeis armor," after a formation of layered sheets of ice that formed atop rivers in his homeland.

Thus protected, Frostburn moved towards the action, looking to Icicle with no small amount of pity.

"Have any of you attempted to apprehend this man? Or are you all satisfied with trying to kill him? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't believe our sponsors killed in order to protect the citizens." He called out, looking pointedly at Icicle. If he wanted to give up peacefully, this was the best opportunity he had been given.

Young Justice 2020

Name - Hákon Kala

Alias - "Frostburn"

Age - 17

Sponsor - Ice

Personality - Perhaps unexpectedly, considering his abilities, Hákon is typically warm and friendly by default, figuring that an amicable attitude can do wonders when trying to de-escalate a potentially volatile situation. However, as he is human, his attitude is subject to change under varying circumstances.

Powers - Cryogenesis and Cryokinesis.

Weaknesses - Typical human squishiness. When not protected by allies or whatever defenses he has erected, Hákon isn't much physically tougher than an average man.

BRIEF Bio - Born in Norway, as a member of Tora Olafsdotter's tribe, Hákon was brought up in an almost monastic fashion, since his powers were seen as potentially dangerous. However, not one to be forced into something, Hákon began to rebel against his instructors.

When he was thirteen, he ran away from home, and began to train himself to use his abilities, seeking out knowledge from scientific sources as well as from nature.

By the time he was fifteen, he had started to get himself into trouble, solving most of his problems with his powers, which wasn't always the most "heroic" path he could have taken.

After he became suspected in a series of suspicious bank robberies, he was found by Tora, going by the name of Ice, and given an ultimatum. Change his ways and walk the straight path, or get locked away for his crimes.

Needless to say, he chose the former.

Notes - Hákon doesn't favor large, flashy, impressive displays of power, knowing full well what low enough temperatures are capable of. One of his main difficulties, as a matter of fact, is in restraining himself from using some of his more subtle, yet devastating applications of power.

Here Be Dragons - How to Train Your Dragon Roleplay

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