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P O W E R · P E R S O N I F I E D —- ＦＲＩＧＩＯＫＩＮＥＳＩＳ[ noun. ] the ability to manipulate, influence, and control coldness
[ origin. ] from the latin term, frigus, meaning cold.
To be one with the cold is to escape all forms of heat. The user is one who is stern, true to themselves —- their hearts locked away, frozen over. Melting is never an option for the frigiokinetic —- because for every heatwave, there must be a ice storm to keep the balance. For every up, there must be a down. Thus is a way of life —- this is the way for the cold one.
These users have the ability to keep the cold under their command, atomic kinetic energy slowed down to a point to allow the heat no room to call a place it’s home, a chill creeping up to keep one grounded and safe. They bend this world, knowing that not everything is sunshine and daisies. They are the preservers. They are the guardians. They are the ones to depend on when the fire has run out.
A common misconception is that cold manipulators gather their power from the ice and water around them —- but this is a lie that has spread upon this land like a disease longing to corrupt and contain. The cold and ice are brethren —- the cold is what gives the wind its chill. What gives water its freezing touch. The cold is its own master and those who do not know this shall learn its true power.
But they are fragile —- fear can creep up to them and cause irrational outbursts. Negativity finding solace within the cold one, shutting the world and it’s welcoming arms out. They can be introverted, afraid of a social life. One sudden move and the ice can shatter within them —- one has to be gentle with a frigiokinetic —- lest they want their own hearts to freeze over as well.
Tracy, it’s a pleasure to see you. I can understand, however something in me tonight felt like a change of scenery… indulging my finer tastes. How are you?
””Finer tastes.” Well, you’ve certainly picked the right place, I must say.” She takes a seat next to him. “I’m as good as always. How’re you? Busy as always, I imagine.”
No, this seat isn’t taken.
Fancy meeting you here. I have to admit I never imagined you’d come to a place like this for a drink, but here we are.
“Of course you pulled it off, you’re Tracy Strauss.” Claire can’t help the wide smile that crossed her face, and she laughed with her friend. “Well, I’m glad you can shake it all off now that it’s done.” She lifts her drink up towards Tracy. “Here’s to getting the job done?” Too bad the words taste bitter—wrong.
Compliments were nothing when people you don’t care about are the ones giving them to you, but this was Claire— almost like family. This immediately made her smile deepen; flattered by the other blonde as she held her cup up high to clasp with her’s. “Here’s to a job well done!” Says Tracy, then sipping from her cup. “So what has Claire Bennet been up to lately?”
Character Name: Tracy Strauss
Age (in 2017): 40
Appearance: She’s definitely got shorter hair because it’s easier to manage. Otherwise, she’s absolutely the same as she did before despite her turning 40 during the time-skip.
Roommates (if applicable): N/A (Micah is in New Orleans with his grandmother for the time being)
Occupation: She was formerly head of the political division for PROTECT. Tracy was offered a promotion and she (being as ambitious as ever) took it, now working as “Diligence” for PROTECT’s “Seven Heavenly Virtues”.
Goals: Her goals now are the same as before. She wants to make the world a better place for her nephew and herself.
Top five relationships (friends, family, etc…):
Significant events/development from vol. 2
Tracy was targeted by a man whose name she never got. He managed to put a bullet through her head, but of course, that’s nothing new. She’s been shot through the chest and survived. She just became water after that, and managed to corner this man (Arthur Evans) in an alley way, who never revealed who sent him, and managed to escape before she could get any other answers from him.
During the night at the Museum, Tracy met her own reflection. Her triplet sister, Barbara, who was pretending to be her. The lights were cut and she never saw her sister again. She’s determined to find her again.
Tracy met Maxwell, a fellow PROTECT agent who has requested her help regarding political advice. As they talk, they agree on making a speech to attract the human terrorists who were supposedly targeting Post-Humans with political influences. Tracy brought a Post-Human friend who was open to the public (and also a politician); scared of being targeted again, she was uncomfortable with openly revealing her Post-Humanity, although she bares the Post-Human tattoo (which she tried to conceal with a long sleeve jacket during said speech) and carried on her speech just fine.
It is after the speech that things got bad. Tracy is shot multiple times by someone sent by Jon Dexter (the same person who hired Arthur Evans to assassinate her). Maxwell runs after the man and takes him down, Tracy then uses her ability to inflict pain on the man until he eventually told her who it was that hired him. Maxwell then takes him prisoner.
Tracy was offered to join the Seven Heavenly Virtues and still being an ambitious woman, she gladly joined.
Significant events/development during time jump
How has your character been affected by the plot (this sort of goes with the one above)
Now that the factions are leveled, she feels like PROTECT has the biggest chance on winning now that she’s working as a field agent. Being put in this situation though, she had to let go of Micah for a while to keep him safe.
Anything else you would like to add: N/A
"That’s a really good point." Sophia messes with the ends of her scarf, obviously stalling for time. "So I’m handing in my resignation letter. The family and I are moving to Washington."
“Oh…” The look of determination in the ginger’s face was enough to convince her that she was serious. “I want you to know that I appreciate everything you’ve done for PROTECT, and that I will miss working with you.”
Which one do you want first?
"Ummm…" Tracy tilts her head to the side ever so slightly; letting her blonde locks fall down onto her shoulders. "Bad news first. Doing so in this order helps to overlook the bad, I think.” She narrows her eyes as she comes to stand up straight. “Shoot.”
Tracy’s eyes are locked on Claude, who hits Mikhail but this time she believes he would not make an attempt against his life, but a doubt ignited in the way he talks to Mikhail, full of utter hatred and resent. He deserved that punch. He probably deserved a lot more. As far as she’s concerned, it was Mikhail’s fault for provoking the other man. “What did he ever do to you?” Tracy asks; her head tilted and the green hues of her eyes highlighting her face, meeting Claude’s, finding a point between wariness and concern.
As soon as Mikhail hit the ground, Claude was after him. Immediately. He hauled him up just as quickly as he’d put him down, and though the Russian was trying to break away, he had the advantage of being unseen. And he was sure as hell using that advantage for all it was worth.
Claude had managed to land a couple solid punches to Mikhail’s jaw before Tracy completely drenched the both of them, leaving the other man with a quickly blossoming bruise and a split in his lip. The sudden burst of water did get him to stop, however, making him drop the Russian to the floor and leave him sitting on his ass in surprise.
He was visible again in the blink of an eye, matching Tracy’s glare.
"What the hell am I doing? What th’ hell are you doing, Strauss?” He yelled back at her. “What the hell do you care, whether or not I beat th’ shit outta him?!” His fists clenched and unclenched by his sides, itching for him to turn back around and strike the other man once more. The first punch had felt good, had felt sweet. And he definitely wanted more.
Mikhail rose from the floor, took his soaking wet jacket off. Wiped his bloody mouth on the back of his hand, and looked over at Claude with a sneer. “I see you have gained your strength back, merzost.” He said, wagging a finger at him. “Listen to your partner, your job is to keep me safe. You do not want to fail your job, do you?”
Claude bared his teeth at the Russian, expression completely furious, almost feral. “Believe me you piece of shit, I really want t’ fail my job right this moment.” He said, cracking his knuckles with the words.
Her irises focused on the man as he reappeared right before her. She was aware of what he could do thanks to his file and other sources, but this is the first time she’s seen him turn invisible. The tone he used to not speak, but shout at her in made it obvious that the Russian had unfinished business with Claude, because she recognizes those same eyes; the eyes she had when seeking revenge. Nothing was more important, that was the priority. It was a piercing stare. “I hate to agree with him, but you’re not being rational right now.”
Her hand is placed against his chest firmly to both self-protect and comfort Claude as she lets her glare fade into a simple, awe stare. “Set your priorities straight and stand down.” She hopes that with her words he would take the option that’s best in their interest.
Fighting wasn’t the mission. If anything it was doing the Rogue Agent’s job for them. If he didn’t do as she asked, then that would mean she would have to engage in a fight she’d rather avoid. This was made clear by her stare and reaction; they spoke for themselves. Don’t make me do this.