BACKGROUND:  "Tabby! Tabitha! Oh God no, what the hell did you bastards do?! I'll kill you, I'll kill every single one of you mother f..."  Jonothan Straus' words were cut short as the butt of one of Carlson's goon's rifles cracked into his jaw.

    "Careful, Mr Pearl. We need the good Doctor to tell us how he managed to stabalize the formula. He can't very well do that with a broken jaw."
Carlson lit a cigarrette and watched as the end glowed red hot. For seven months Jon thought this man was no more than another investor in his
endothermic studies. Now it would appear that he should have done background checks on his financeers. It only made sense that military or other groups would be interested in the work, althouth Straus' sole intent for his work was finding alternate fuel sources.

    Now, because he hadn't done his homework, his daughter Tabitha, was dead at the bottom of one of his solution vats. She'd walked in on the group just as they were pressuring Jon for his newest findings. She was headstrong and full of all to simplistic ideals of right and wrong. When she saw the guns on her father, the 24 year old massage therapist didn't run. She ripped the fire extinguisher off the wall, practically brained one of Carlson's men, and lunged for the next. They overpowered her and threatened to kill her if Jon wouldn't tell them what they wanted to know. Tabby screamed at her father not to tell them anything. They threw her in the vat. The chemicals in there, for all intents and purposes, were at near absolute zero. she never stood a chance.

    Carlson pulled hard on his smoke, the end flaring up. Holding the smoke in his lungs, with a satisfied look on his face, he repositioned the
stick in his hands and brought it to Jon'sface, two of the five conscious goons holding the scientist in place. "This," Carlson started with breathless words,then exhaled into Jon's face, "is going to hurt very much, Dr Straus. We'll be able to find the information in your files, it's just so much more rewarding to gather information the old fashioned way.

    "You french f^^cks can't even find a roll of toilet paper, why should I believe you could find my documents?" Jon didn't keep his backup files
on sight, they were in a lockbox under his daughter's name.

    "Very well, we've given you all the chances to cooperate we really can." Carlson, or whatever his real name was, moved the hot tip towards Jon, but when it touched his face, there was no heat. Carlson looked at the tip in awe. "what the?"

    "Can't you read the sign, Dillweed? 'No Smoking'" Standing at the side of the vat she'd been laid to rest in was Tabitha. Her clothes were
gone, probably shattered off in the icy depths of her coffin. Her skin was blue, her long blond hair frozen stiff. Smokey vapors seether from her body.

    A rifle cracked to life, knocking the girl back, but not piercing her strange flesh. Instinctively she put a hand out between herself and the
assault, a blast of vapor running from the gunmanto her. The man fell to the ground, blued skin, ice forming on him and his weapon. Another shot
from the other side and she repeated the action, but this time a blast of heat erupted from her and blasted the gunman across the lab, setting his
clothes on fire. The rest fled, Tabitha and her father left to pick up the pieces.

PERSONALITY: Tabby's a very 'down to earth' girl who finds her father's scientific pursuits a neccesary evil. She tries not to watch television, avoids 'high society', and prefers a hike in a national park to a weekend in the city.

    Ever since she was a teen she's longed for independance from the sheep she sees modern society's denizens as. Massage therapy gives her a means of supporting herself while trying to convey to others the simple joy of inward exploration. Her ultimate dream is to move to the mountains and operate her own business from there. Unfortunately, the folk in the mountains are far less willing to pay for her healing touch than the champagne and caviar crowd in the city.

APPEARANCE:Tabby was always a Tom-boy, never backing down from a scrap in school, and never willing to give into the boys in sports. Her athletic demeanor and later her chosen field, combined with her refusal to wear make up on her attractive features, tend to make some people reach the wrong conclusion as to her lifestyle. Dolled up she could be a knockout, but her pale blue eyes are never outlined by penciled in highlights, and her dirty blond hair stays at a short, easy to manage length.

    Tabby stands 5'5" and is a wirey 110 pounds. She's averse to the media circus of her world, but can't turn her back on anyone in need. As
FrostFyre, she'd try her best to use the mutations to her body to help those in need, but would work equally as hard to avoid the media. Those
heroes that eat up the camera and endorsements turn her stomach.

POWERS/SKILLS: FrostFyre's pshysiology has changed dramatically.  Her molecular structure is now very dense and she needs to absorb heat to survive. As a byproduct of her new biology she is able to create a series of cold effects much like the villain Permafrost and Frostbite.  She can make objects extremely brittle through super freezing them, and freeze the water in the air to create a variety of objects.  While many cold-based paranormals either cause heat to "magically" disappear or actually force heat away from a general area, Frostfyre absorbs it.  At point-blank range she is able to drop a man-sized object down to absolute zero in a very short time.  The absorbtion power drops dramatically so that at thirty feet she could only drop an object's temperature a dozen degrees or so (although with most normal people this is more than enought  to drive them into shock) and by sixty feet her powers are completely useless.

At the opposite end of the spectrum Frostfyre is able to release the stored heat in her body to create a bolt of searing heat, or to create a "super updraft" to allow her to leap a great distance.  These abilities are used sparingly, however, as they can dangerously deplete the heat she needs to survive.

Frostfyre's vision is gradually altering in that it is sliding farther down into the infra-red portion of the visual spectrum.  She is able to see heat sources and heat traces up to an hour old.  The down side is her normal vision is slowly beginning to suffer as her eyesight alters.  In theory once the changes to her eyesight is complete her vision will be completely heat based.  This will take considerable adjustment on her part.

Frostfyre is vulnerable to heat loss; if she loses too much heat she goes into hibernation and becomes unconscious.  In this state her body will absorb as much ambient heat as possible to survive.