Bio Page: Icey

General Callsign: Icebox86 Joined: 1999.09 Skins: Download Squad: Tarazedi Alliance Rankless Intro: Nobodies History: None Inactive	Personal Name: Jason Sullivan Location: Pennsylvania Birthdate: ? Email: icey@antipode.cjb.net ICQ number: ? Website: none Forums: none
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Character information: Agent Jason Sullivan

General history

Icey was born in Tharsis City, Mars in 2809. He joined the Tarazedi Alliance upon their landing in 2838. He remained with them through the beginning of the Starsiege until on assignment to Mercury in May 2830 he was cut off from his unit and presumed dead. He joined the Ghosts and remained with them until mid-2832, whereupon he rejoined the Alliance and was assigned to duty in the Jovian system. Late in 2833 he left the Jovian system, and convinced his superiors to give him the title of Rankless Agent and detach him to the Ghosts. This was done, and he remained active in both the Ghosts and the Alliance until the New Worlds War.

Development of abilities

Icey showed no hint of psi abilities, latent or otherwise, until he visited the Core in 2834. Shortly thereafter, his eyes began glowing and he occasionally induced random weather changes. Over the centuries, his abilities have expanded little; while he can occasionally brew up atmospheric storms, his primary ability remains the ability to exert calm on others, which is doubly useful considering his romantic relationship with Delithita.

Traits

187cm 72kg brown/brown Caucasian/American descent. Icey is of medium height and build, quick of reflex and thought, but usually calm and controlled. He learned the rudiments of the Tarazedi mental Disciplines during his stay with the Alliance.

Character study

He grimaced as the alarm sounded, reached over, groaned, and smacked the control square that was tied into the subroutine "shut off alarm, set alarm ahead ten minutes."

Back in the Alliance this would have earned him demerits up the yin yang, but this wasn't the Alliance. Of course, Del's temper was worse than any number of demerits, so he only pressed the snooze once. Unless he was really tired.

He tossed and turned for most of the allotted time, gave up, and got out of bed before the alarm went off. He managed a three-minute shower, which the alarm interrupted.

Ops in ten minutes. Assuming nine and a half to get through the cranky lift system. He pulled his clothes on still wet: in Fantasma's harsh, dry heat, he wouldn't stay wet for long.

He finger-combed his hair into semi-neatness as he walked out the door to his quarters. He couldn't very well impress the ladies looking like he'd just tumbled out of bed. Even if he had.

Whistling a little tune he reached the main lift tube, which had a ninety-six percent chance of getting up to Level One. He remembered cleaning up some of the other four percent, and grimaced.

Fantasma sucked. But it had an ambiance.

As the lift doors opened, he gave a devil-may-care shrug and stepped into the cramped little car. No point stressing over it. If the lift wanted to make him into smellyjelly, there wasn't much he could do about it.

One had to keep a sense humor or go mad. Or, barring that, at least keep sharp enough to impress the ladies.