Name: Jinja (Jack Frost)
Species: Death/Gingerbread Man
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: To start with, he is only 4 and 3/4 inches tall (12 centimeters). This is mostly because he is a cookie... He is made of gingerbread... entirely... His shape is a simple form of a man, being quite rounded and well made. Upon him is the frosting which forms the basis for his eyes and mouth and some squiggly lines here and there on his body which are meant to be something like clothing. Other than this, he has no significant features.
History: It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, but take several steps to the left, and enter a whole different world, a violent and frightening story will be unfurled... In a world not our own, but close enough to be recognizable there existed a man named Saint Nicholas, Saint was a title of course, but it sounds good when said before the name, important like... Anyway, he was a young warrior and a hero of the people who had defeated many dangers and great evils. How else would a person come by a title like Saint? In any case, it was a night, a terrible, horrible night. Nicholas had gone to the great Ice Temple of the heathen gods upon the frozen wastes and therein was doing battle with the most fearsome beast he would ever meet, his own death.
Now, before the tale can progress any further, you must realize something about this world which differentiates it from our own. There, for every living thing there is a death. That is true of plants and animals and most especially people. Now, people and plants and animals, etc. will go on living happily as they may choose to do until one day they meet their death. Now, when a person meets their death, the general thing to do is accept it and die. Some people would fight their death or run away from it, but they never would succeed, because in the end everyone dies. Some deaths were easy and peaceable, while others were violent and bloody things which would make you want to run when you saw them. Some deaths were weak and gentle, and others were incredibly powerful. Nicholas, being a great hero and amazing warrior, had a very powerful death indeed. Most people do not know of their death until they meet it for the first time, which is also the last time, but Nicholas's death was so powerful and so infamous that he could not help but learn of it. Despite the fact that no death has a name, people called this one by the title of the Jack Frost, don't ask. It was a sorcerer, or something very much like one, and had magical powers over the snow in which it lived. It was a denizen of the great pagan gods of old and stood upon the throne as the high priest of the Ice Temple. He was a horrible death and had lead many people to their own deaths.
So it was that Saint Nicholas being the kind soul that he was, a self-sacrificing fellow, decided that he would go and face his death, but the thing was, he would have to kill Jack. You see, after a death has gone through the business of ending their person, they keep on living for all of eternity with nothing to do. Most deaths find ways to amuse themselves like counting every grain of sand in the biggest desert that they can find, or figuring out how to fly unaided, or solving problems like world hunger or cold fusion and then working as hard as possible to forget the answer to the question before moving on to the next big issue. However, this death wouldn't just pack his bags and move on. This was one of those big bad deaths like The Abominable Snowman or The Boogie Man or Hello Kitty. This demon would not be satisfied with only one life, but would go on to take many. So Nicholas did not go to me this death, he went to end it, to stop it from happening. Bravely he adventured across the wastes, meeting many friends and enemies along the way. But to make a really, really long story shorter, he made it to the Ice Temple-thingy. The minute he walked through the main gateway and before any of those who had joined him could follow, He alone was frozen into the building along with his very own, unique death. They alone would battle, and what a battle it was. Nicholas with all his skill and knowledge, and Jack with all his cunning and magic. In the end - Hah! you thought I was going to write some epic fight scene! Hah! - Nicholas brought his death to its knees. But nothing he could do could kill the thing. His death would not die. So he did the only thing that he could, he used the infernal magic that his own death had used to try to kill him, and he stripped Jack Frost of his power, but still, he could not dare let him go on, but he still could not kill him. So Saint Nicholas, who had stared death in the face and survived, would instead do the only thing left to him, and on that night, he sent his death spinning into another world entirely.
That death would awaken once again. Wherever he was, it was unbearably hot, he had always preferred the cold, but this was like the fire of Hades itself. Then the door opened and the heat was rushing out. A giant hand reached for him. He sprang up, unafraid. He felt frail, but nothing had ever stopped him before, and after all, death could not die. Unto the arm and up it. It belonged to some old woman who screamed in horror and fainted clean away. The death payed the stupid human no mind, until he realized that everything was all wrong, which he was then shocked at and he himself was horrified. He could not see, for he had no eyes, but he could feel what was around him. And he noticed an oven rested behind him, and a tray of gingerbread cookies shaped like little men. He could feel them, he did not yet know why, but it was enough that when he realized that he too was nothing more than a cookie that he fell into a dead faint. When he again awoke, he could see. He had been given frosting eyes through which to look out upon the world. That was all he needed. While he was unconscious, a new experience for him since deaths don't have the capability to fall out of consciousness for any length of time, he had been given the time needed to adjust to the thought of being a cookie. Still, he could sense around him little sparks of energy. In himself, he knew that his own power had been drained by Nicholas, but now there was power all over to be taken by anyone with the will to take it. The death which had once been known as Jack Frost, demon of the Wintry Wastes, thus found again his power. To obtain the energy, he was forced to consume whatever it was that held it away from him. It would not be long before he would gain the concepts of the new language around him. After all, it was not so different from the tongue that had been used by one of the ruling powers of his own world. It would be then after that he would discover the source of his power, sugar. Little particles that, it was said, were made of energy, composed this sugar. So he set about eating, the act of consumption evidently, as much sugar as he could possibly find and bit by bit he began regaining his strength.
Powers: Jinja had powers... Now he is an animated cookie... That smells really good. Although, by draining the energy from sugar, he is capable of regaining his magical strength and natural abilities. Among these are unnatural speed and strength, power over snow and ice, the ability to levitate and even fly, and an incredible arsenal of magical powers the likes of which mere mortals cannot fathom. His power compounds with greater amounts of sugar having been eaten. However, if he is broken in any way, he loses all his power again and must start the cycle over in a new body. As a death, he is given the exclusive power and duty of killing his opposite, which is Saint Nicholas in this case, and until he returns to his world, Nicholas will live on indefinitely.
Personality: Jinja has a massive ego that befits the demonic sorcerer of the wastes and the most powerful being that has ever existed, but bound up inside a little cookie that isn't even half a foot tall, the effect serves only to be comical. He is intensely touchy about just about everything that relates to his person and is intensely violent in terms of reaction, but since without a large amount of sugar he can do nothing more than beat his little cookie arms against whoever has maligned him, this isn't really all that dangerous. However, with power he can be quite frightening... Of course, he has only been here, this world that is, since Christmas morning and has hardly gotten his bearings. He has already managed to break one of his cookie bodies and is really just kind of ticked more than anything else. It's actually kind of ironic that despite the fact that he comes from perhaps the coolest place in his world, he is one of the most hot-headed living cookies that you will ever get the chance to meet...
Sample RP post: The little candy cane whirled unbelievably fast. One would not believe that something so delicious could be so dangerous, but as the police officers had discovered when they answered the distress call from the local bakery, candy canes aren't just good for adding flavor to hot chocolate. Their squad car had been perforated now by over twenty of the little sugary sticks, and the tiny creature who had thrown them was revving up for another launch. It's tiny voice taunted them from where it stood on the counter above the smashed pastry case. "Bring it on, Meatballs!" the little voiced screamed out with a maniacal laugh following it. No one would ever believe this, but they were being pinned down by a gingerbread man. Jim turned to his partner and asked in a scared but incredulous tone, "Didn't the cookie in the story just run away?" His partner didn't answer, he was too busy staring at the red and white shaft that had just penetrated the metal of the car just beside his ear. Suddenly, the car's roof crumbled in and Jim's partner screamed in horror before running wildly away. Jim fired off a few shots before joining the man. The little goody watched them go and laughed to himself in his low evil tone. No, this world wasn't so bad, it didn't inhibit him from bringing people that weren't his to their deaths, and it offered him potentially limitless power that was far easier to come by than it had been by those foolish arcane methods that he had to use back in his world. "No," he chuckled as he slammed his Candy cane into the distorted remains of the patrol vehicle, "I think I can already taste the power... This... This is going to be good."
