Name:
Alex Alba was his "Earth" name, but now most people call him Frosty
Nickname:
Frost, Frosty, Al
Age:
He was around 30 when he died.
Birthday/Birth Date:
He can't remember exactly when, he only remembers that it was in December.
Sexuality:
Straight
Gender + Pronouns:
Male, he, him, his
Appearance:
He was quite heavily built, and strong, about 6'0. He has broad hands and shoulders, giving him a bear like look. He had a medium skin tone, and quite a few scars, especially on his face and hands. He had deep blue eyes, and very dark brown hair, with white streaks in it. He usually wears a brown and white bearskin coat, with matching pants and boots. After his death, his skin became more pale. His build became even more like a bear, rising to a magnificent 6'5. He received
Likes:
He likes the cold, and all that comes with it. He loves dogs, especially sled dogs (huskies, malamutes, samoyed). He always enjoys a good mug of coffee, the stronger, the better. He also loves soup, and almost any dish with fish in it. He enjoys being alone, and used to love it when he was going to or returning from a hunt, and just being with his dogs.
Dislikes:
He hates hot, humid weather. He really dislikes being around too many people, because he's more used to being alone.
Personality Traits:
He is quiet, but kind and brave. He doesn't trust people easily, but is still friendly. After his death, he got a shorter temper.
Backstory:
He was born in a small village in North America, near Greenland. As a young child he enjoyed being outside in the snow, and playing with his fathers dogs. When he was sixteen, his father died. Ever since then, he worked hard, becoming the person he is now. When he was almost twenty five, he got his sled dogs as puppies. He raised them, and trained them. When he was about thirty, he became one of the hunters for the village. Then it happened. He was on the way to the ocean, by sled, when it started getting windy. It was his second day of the journey, halfway through. The snow was thick, and the wind was picking up. He stopped, untied his dogs from the sled, and tied them to posts. He went back to the sled, and started preparing some food, when he thought he heard something. He turned around, listening. There it was again, a bark. Coming from where he tied his dogs. He started staggering through the snow, in the direction of the barks. The wind had gotten worse, and the snow was stinging his cheeks. He got to the dogs, and the first thing he saw was a dead dog. The others were still alive, but his lead dog wasn't. That was when he noticed the huge white shape standing over the dog. He may have been strong, but he was helpless against the polar bear.
Affiliations:
None
Other:
His one dog, Akira, was killed by the bear, which is why she is with Alex now. She was the lead dog, brave, strong, and protective. Sadly, she is now much weaker, and a bit smaller than she used to be, yet still as brave as ever. Alex assumes that the other dogs survived the polar bear, because none of them came with.

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