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From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

Not currently under the influence of Skittles.
Boreal Diamond
Player: @Saucy Mynx
Origin:	Mutation
Archetype:	Blaster/Tank
Security Level:	50/7
Personal Data
Real Name:	Stephanie A. Long
Known Aliases:	Steph, Finn
Species:	Human
Age:	17 (June 3 )
Height:	No, I'm short.
Weight:	98 lbs
Eye Color:	Brown
Hair Color:	Red-ish
Biographical Data
Nationality:	American
Occupation:	high school student, big sister, hero
Place of Birth:	Savannah, GA
Base of Operations:	Atlas
Marital Status:	Blah
Known Relatives:	Father Mason Grant Long, Mother Marie Elizabeth Grey Long, Sister Abigail Grace, Brother Trenton Mason (deceased)
Known Powers
Ice manipulation, flight
Known Abilities
Able to form ice out of moisture in her surrounding environment, capable of flight.
Equipment
Belt with pouches to carry around Skittles and personal items.
No additional information available.

(( While it is told from her point of view, all of the following is considered OOC knowledge. Unless, that is, you've been lucky enough to hear it first hand or have snuck into her house to read her hidden journals. Boreal was made to join the Teen Templars. She was a slight tribute to Bobby Drake and a couple lesser known ice manipulating heroes. ))

[edit] History

[edit] Being Finn

Let's see... my parents Mason and Marie married (Ha.. alliterations.) three months after meeting at the Hilton Head airport. Nothing like taking your time and getting to know someone, is there? Dad was on his way home on leave... he was an engineer for the Army. Mom was a pastry chef with a little business in Savannah who was on her way home from a Paris trip with friends. They ran into each other -literally-. Like, Dad knocked over all of her luggage and she got flustered and they tell me that he stuttered and she blushed, and the rest is history.

They had me a little afterwards. I was born June 3, was 18 inches long and weighed only 6 pounds. I wasn't early or anything, just small. Mom didn't need to work, but she still did. Took me in to the bakery now and then. I was apparently a quiet kid so it worked out. It turned out my body temperature was like... I can't remember how much, but lower than most people. The doctors were a bit concerned early on, but when it looked like it was going to be a constant, and that I wasn't suffering any odd side effects they just wrote it off as odd but alright. I just needed to stay cooler in the summer than other kids. I quickly became a waterbaby.

Four years later she cut back her time even more when she had my little brother Trenton Mason. Spitting image of dad as a little boy, and named after his dad, my Grampa Trent... who died when I was two.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, she also had my obnoxious little sister Abigail Grace two years after Trent was born. She was down to working one day a week, but she took so well to the job of Mother that it really didn't bother her one iota. Between the two of them, my name got screwed up with thier little kid talk and I became Finn.. Se-phinn-ee. Just got shortened... and stuck.

Dad was off and on being deployed or staying Stateside. Not long after Abigail was born, he got deployed on a two year stint to help with several different projects. We stayed on base at Fort Stewart for most of that time. Until, that is, Mom decided she wanted to work again. She put out her resume and was accepted to teach at a culinary program in Columbus, OH. So, three months before dad got home, we moved. I sometimes wish we hadn't.

[edit] Being a Freak

See... the week Dad was scheduled to come back, Mom decided the house had to be completely unpacked and spotless. Guess who got to help? I was nine, Trent was 5, and Abigail was 3. Mom decided that she was going to take care of her bedroom and Abigail's, and asked that Trent and I set up the playroom and organize the living room. You know... books, movies, pillows... So we did. We stayed downstairs and started to unpack the last of the boxes while Mom and Abigail went upstairs.

Trent was hilarious. Constantly goofing off. We ended up having a pillow fight at one point, laying on the floor and giggling so hard I couldn't breathe. After a few uncontrollable bouts of giggles, Mom called down the stairs to remind us what we were supposed to be doing, and that bedtime for Trent was in two hours. So, we got back to work and the night started falling. I remember looking out the window and thinking how pretty the stars were. Not long after that it happened.

This guy busted in through the front door. He was an older guy... well maybe not that old... he was only 28. He looked like he had seen better days, his eyes were kind of bloodshot too. There was this scar on his neck and his left ear was pierced. Weird how you notice those things...when there is a gun pointed at you. He started screaming and demanding we get him whatever money and valuables we had. When I told him I didn't know where they were he pointed the gun at Trent and told me I had two minutes to find out. I didn't know what to do.. I panicked. I was afraid to move or call Mom. Then he started counting down and it was like time slowed... I was so.. scared and angry that he would do this to my family. I screamed at him, shoving my hands in his direction as I started to move toward Trent. Suddenly he was encased in a block of ice... but the shock of the cold made his fingers contract and the gun went off.

The bullet passed through Trent's chest, missing his heart by three inches... Mom came screaming down the stairs, called the ambulance and the cops, but it was too late for both of them. Trent lost too much blood and the gunner couldn't breathe in the ice, and the rescue squad and cops couldn't get him out in time.

Dad got home for the funeral and the fanatic press coverage. I was locked up in Juvie for a week, but was having so many nightmares that I wasn't sleeping, too scared to eat and they ended up sticking me in a loony bin for a psych evaluation and "Safety" during the hearing. Long story short, it was decided that it was an accident, I had to have a minimum three years of psychiatric observation though appointments to make sure I was normal and didn't have PTSD or some other mental imbalance as a result of the incident.

Not many people took sides with my parents when they refused to send me to some place "better suited for my kind"... including my grandmother. She completely bought into the "Young Mutant kills gunman and brother" slant of the press. In her mind, I killed her only grandson, the namesake of her beloved husband, and my parents should have had me put away. I wasn't welcome in most of my classes. Whispers followed me, people shied away from me in the hall...

Mom quit her job and began to homeschool me not long after. When the opportunity for re-enlistment came up that year, Dad declined. Instead, he took a job in Connecticut, away from family. We stayed there for a few years, then moved to Maine for a few more. All the while, there I am being homeschooled, trying to figure out how to control what happened that day, my so called powers. Feeling torn between guilt that I let my baby brother die and being so happy that my parents loved me enough to protect me in spite of it. I still struggle with it at times, but hey, that's just part of my life now.

And then Dad got a job offer in Paragon.

[edit] Presently in Paragon

[edit] Moving Again

Dad's engineering prowess and back ground for ... interesting situations made him a good canditate in the eyes of the group working on the Faultine Dam. So, we packed up and moved to Paragon. I wasn't entirely at ease with the move... Yeah, Paragon was supposed to be full of people with special abilities and stuff... but, I had killed one guy and in turn my baby brother died. That's not exactly something you use to build friendships. I decided I would just keep it quiet and maybe it wouldn't even come up. If it did, maybe I could just use the old "I don't feel like talking about it" line. And if someone got really curious and googled me, well they can sort through everything and compare it to me and make up their own mind. Mom and Dad suggested I look into maybe using my powers to help out. They seemed to think it would be more productive than just using them to annoy Abigail.

Mom and Dad found a small place in Atlas and we made the long drive. We got there on a Tuesday morning and began the process of unpacking the truck. Box after box... you get the idea. Once we had unloaded the truck and got the dining room table up, Mom decided it was time to study. That became the routine for the next week. Unpack, do homework, eat, unpack. Rinse, repeat. Finally, I got to escape the house one Friday. I walked around Atlas and curiously went into City Hall. My eyes stopped, stuck on the large "HERO REGISTRATION" sign. I turned back toward the door, my mind toying with the flight or fight response... I sighed and turned back around, walking quietly toward the desk.

[edit] Becoming Boreal Diamond

The balding man behind the desk smiled a weary smile at me and I almost felt bad for bothering him. The ensuing conversation was... awkward. I wasn't entirely sure what I needed to do, and if I was going to go through with it. I mean, it wasn't as if I'd planned ahead and even had a suit made. I was in jeans and a t-shirt and Chucks. He seemed resigned to doing his job, and I'm sure he'd seen more of my type in his career. He wasn't rude, was quite helpful, but it wasn't a perky conversation.

After assuring me I didn't need some sort of practice license, he handed me a few forms. I wandered over to the empty area in the lobby and sat down against the wall, flipping through the pages. One was your basic name, age, birthday, doctor's name kind of form. The second form was a request for possibly joining with a mentor of sorts... I wasn't sure about that, so I checked the "No" box and looked at the third form. This one was an abilities background and sort of declaration of intent to hero. Some of it was easy. Main power? Plays with Ice. Source? Genetic mutation.. something a few months of testing by a couple of Dad's army friends brought to light... it explained my low body temperature, too. When did abilities manifest/training begin, if applicable? May 20, 2001.. that one was almost painfully easy.

Some of the others were a little more difficult. List the ways in which you manifest your abilites. What? Um.. I play with ice? I took a guess and wrote aiming ice shard at enemies to slow them down, forming large chunks of ice around scary people, and hobby style ice sculpting. I figured the last part would make me sound less dangerous. Is your power lethal? How to answer that one? WEll... I prefer not to use it that way, so I said, "Has the potential if misused, but is intended for slowing and capturing." I trudged my way through the questions, then came to the last two.

Do you agree that by registering as a Hero in Paragon City, that we have the right to look to you for assistance in making this a better place, and that you will use your powers for good? Well, that is why I was filling all this paper work. So I said yes. And then.... "What name would you like to be registered under?" I was confused... were they asking for nicknames or... oh... Pseudonyms, maybe? I paused and looked up for someone to ask, when a blonde woman stopped to ask if I needed assistance. She was obviously one of the registered heroes, decked out in black and green with a pretty big sword across her back that made me wonder how she answered the question about lethal abilities. I stopped staring long enough to ask her about the question.

She was nice enough to explain that yes, it was a pseudonym. She explained that some people prefer to go without the supposed secret identity, while others choose to give themselves some privacy. I thanked her and she offered her open assistance before heading down the stairs across the lobby. I watched her leave, then looked back to my papers and pondered. Some privacy would be nice... but I didn't want it to sound overly corny or prideful. I didn't want to go cliche and sound like a comic book rip-off, either. I toyed with a few different names before coming up with something I thought was different, but made sense. I filled in the blank, signed on the lines and walked it up to the desk. The man smiled and took the papers telling me it would just be a couple minutes while he entered the information.

I took the time to look around the lobby at the statues and plaques, and by the time I had finished reading all of them my license was ready. I walked back to the desk and he held it out to me, shaking my hand, "If you're using an alias you may want to see Serge at the Steel Canyon branch of Icon. He does great work with the costumes. Welcome to Paragon, Boreal Diamond."

[edit] Meeting the Templars

He gave me the name of an officer in an area of the city that was needing extra attention and seemed a good place to start. So I headed down there to speak to him and he got me started. The place was being overrun by these guys who had been infected with some weirdness. All zombielike and glowy eyes... He needed help rounding them up for arrest. So I went in and did what I could. Locked them in ice from the neck down, slowed them up and ported them off. It was alright, and I was starting to get a good feeling about helping out around the place.

Not long after I started, I ran into a couple other teenagers. Both of them had started out with the costumes, and they looked pretty snazzy. They introduced themselves as Vince and Kevin and we decided it would work better if we grouped up. So for a while, we joined forces.. Haha.. and got the area cleaned up. We even helped empty out a building, then were asked by another hero to head to Atlas and see if we could be any use there.

I can't remember exactly what we ended up doing, but after a few hours of rather tiring work, we all wanted a drink. Kevin suggested we head to Pocket D. We had just ordered and received our drinks when a group of teenagers approached us. After short introductions, they told us that they were from a sponsor backed affiliation of teenaged heroes called the Teen Templars. They asked each of us about our abilites, and level of interest. We seemed to do pretty well with that part... but then they asked about killing people. Aaand I got flustered and said I had, but that it was an accident and had happened a while ago when I didn't have control. This led to a big discussion about their group not looking kindly on killing, accident or no.

I was pretty interested in the group. Not knowing many people, it would have been nice to be part of a group with a common goal, and where not everyone was normal. They stepped away to talk amongst themselves and I was not sure I would last too long what with all the whispering and looking over at us... at me, that they were doing. But, finally after about five minutes, they came back over, and tossed a comm at each of us. We were now members of the Teen Templars!

[edit] Fear The Finnja!

Ok, maybe not really. Born from a conversation with Max, Richard and Maura during the Zombie Apocalypse, I decided to play around with using sais... At Max's suggestion I made them out of ice, and to keep un-coordinated self alive I am coating myself in lots of ice. This should prove to be all sorts of interesting. In my head, I decided that should I ever re-register I will go with something corny like Rime and Reason. Ha. Ha. Rime. I'm such a dork.

[edit] Affiliations

[edit] Friends

Turbo Boy - Super fast, super sweet, and more. We met the week I moved to Paragon, and joined the Templars the same day after we helped take care of the nasty breakout. Much to my surprise he thought I was as interesting as I thought he was cute, and he asked me out. Of course, it took me a bit to figure out that's what he was doing... Gidge actually had to tell me it was a date. Good job, Finn. Regardless, we dated for a while. He's an amazing artist, too. You should see the picture he drew of me.

Gadgix - Gidge. Stinking hilarious technophile. I met her a little bit after joining the Templars and we hit it off. She is going to upgrade Blip for me, and -hopefully- get to stay at my house finally. We've only been talking about it for months. Her pops is a little ... off. It's been a while since I"ve seen her. The last time we spoke she'd fallen for a guy and was talking about getting an apartment with him. I miss her like crazy.

Smoking Mirrors - Max is amazing to talk to. He's really nice, seems pretty smart, is really easy-going. He teases me a lot, though... of course, in his defense it is pretty easy to embarrass me. I think I should work on that.

Bow-Slinger - Dex is my friend by the bonds of our mutual unlikeness for Manticore The Short. He's a really good guy and I would not hesitate to call him a friend in public... even if he does embarrass me at times. And I still want to know what he was snickering about.

Blazing Sigil - Kyle is newer to the Templars. He's quiet and generally reserved and though he may not think so, I think he's easy to talk to. He came along with us to fight and get Dex back, and that meant a lot. He doesn't talk much about his past and that makes Dex nervous.... I think maybe it just isn't something he wants to remember... He's really good people regardless.

Dusk-Hawk - David is quiet, nice, cute... and though I don't really do well with weapons myself, he's good at knowing what to do and how to use them. He likes Skittles. BIG bonus points to him... not that he really needs bonus points. He's good at what he does when he's confident about what he's doing. When he's not so confident? It's kind of cute. He took me on a date, and apart from Cirri and Dex showing up... and it being interrupted it was really nice. He hasn't said much since, so I'm not entirely sure if or what he thinks about me.

Starswarm - Richard. Athletic, tall, funny. Best friends with Max, he's a good member of the Templars. I don't understand why they keep calling him gay, though. I don't think he is... though, I'm not so sure if he likes me or not. He keeps running off, and sometimes doesn't respond to things I say. Oh well... His choice. Boys are bizzarro anyway.

Diablo Boy - Dabs is one of the sweetest guys in the Templars. He always likes getting hugs, and apparently likes to let me snuggle him when he's in different forms, which is completely amazing and I am not complaining.

I'm on good terms with the rest of the Templars, but I have been letting myself get too busy to really click with any of them beyond that... I should probably fix that... and why aren't I friends with more girls?

[edit] Enemies

I don't really have any personal enemies... don't plan on making any... But I really don't care for people who beat on my friends.

And I suppose in some ways my grandma -could- maybe possibly... on a small chance fit in this category.

[edit] About that ice...

[edit] What?

Ice. I can play with it. Cover the ground with it so people slip, bind their legs in it so they can't run. I can trap them in a solid block from the neck down so they can't attack. I can make a bunch of ice shards fall from the sky so they slow down and have to cover their heads... I can even make it seem like I am shooting ice from my hands. It's all pretty handy around a place like Paragon.

There's also the temperature thing. I can lower the temperature of the air directly around me, and that in turn makes anyone close enough cold.. and tends to slow them down.

Lately I've also been able to cover my body in a layer of ice to help protect myself while I'm fighting. It takes a little more out of me concentration wise, but it works.

There are variations on those themes, but other than that... Well I like making ice sculptures. I've had quite a bit of practice and can make a pretty mean chess set in hardly anytime... sometimes I use this to make an ice sword to bat people off of me when they get too close.

Oh, and did I mention I can fly? Yeah.. no clue where that came from but it happened when I was kinda panicked in King's Row one day. Fun times.

[edit] How?

Well as far as anyone can tell, I can take moisture from the air around me and freeze it. Bonus points if I'm near a body of water. It helps that my body temperature is low enough that the ice doesn't bother me.

It is some genetic mutation somewhere in the strands. As far as we know, I'm the only one in the family that has any mutation... Abigail is just superly annoying and nosy, but I don't think that counts. And we'll never know about Trent, so as it is, I am the only one.

Not too much to tell you otherwise, I guess.

[edit] Other Quirks and Tidbits

[edit] Other notes

I recently stopped homeschooling. I got accepted into the school in Steel Canyon. I have a few classes with Vincent and if all goes well, I should be able to graduate this year! It is fun stuff. I just have no idea what I'm doing with myself after high school. I can't decide what I want to get into, though I suppose there is no rush, I have plenty of time.

Maybe I'll be a writer.

Hmmm.... what else?

[edit] Usually seen with...

Let's see.. what else? Oh, I usually have the electronic leash. Parents decided that if I'm going to run around Paragon being all super and hanging with friends I needed one, so cell phone is pretty standard...save for the pink cover I got it. Comes in pretty handy, well.... unless I forget it. Whiiiiich has happened a couple times.

Oh, and my necklace. It's this really pretty silver heart pendant with my name engraved on it. Not Finn or Stephanie.. just Steph. Vincent gave it to me and I never take it off. I just slip it under my hero suit if I need to. Well, lately I don't wear it much.

The only other permanently constant thing I carry around is a picture of Trent and I. It was taken during our unpacking. He's sitting in one of the empty boxes and we're laughing at each other. You can see the similarities between us and dad... anyhow.

Once in a while I have Blip following me around. He's the cute little robot my dad and his buddies at work whipped up for my birthday. Fun stuff. Gidge upgraded him to keep a stash of Skittles and dispense them into his hand, plus his head is a CD/speaker system now as well. So much love for Gidge.

More as I think of it.

[edit] Affinity for...

Skittles. They are almost a vice.

Writing stories, keeping journals, avoiding little sister, staying cool, the color pink, my mom's baking and my dad's corny jokes and songs.

I also have a ferret named Baxter. Technically he is mine, but he lives with Vincent because my little sister has -RIDICULOUS- allergies to anything with fur. She has to dope up on drugs when we go back to Savannah for Trent Days, and all because Grandma has a Collie named Samuel. So, Baxter is mine, but stays at Vincent's.