Val	CHA	Cost	Roll	Notes
17	STR	7	12-	180 kg; 3d6-1 [1]
22	DEX	36	13-	OCV: 7/DCV: 7
23	CON	26	14-
14	BODY	8	12-
18	INT	8	13-	PER Roll: 14-
14	EGO	8	12-	ECV: 5
16	PRE	6	12-	PRE Attack: 3d6+1
18	COM	4	13-
5	PD	2
5	ED	0
6	SPD	28
9	REC	2
46	END	0
35	STUN	0

Total Characteristics Cost:  135 

Movement	Running 21"/42"
	Swimming 2"/4"

Powers and Skills:

Cryodaemon Powers:
Regeneration +1 BODY / turn, Activate 8- (10/3)
Mystic Awareness:  Danger Sense (latent) (1)
IR Vision (latent) (1)
Immune to Cold:  LS:  Immune to Temperature Extremes, Cold Only (3/2)

Running: +2" (4)
Enhanced Senses: +1 all PER Rolls (3)

Background Skills:
KS: Baseball 11- (1)
KS: Occult Lore 14- (3)
KS: US History 11- (1)
PS: Baseball 11- (2)
PS: Fashion and Culture 11- (2)
Scholar (3)
SCI:  Cryogenics 8- (1)

Total Powers and Skills Cost:  108

Total Character Cost: 243

Disadvantages: 100+

Distinctive Features:
"Goth" appearance and fashion (without the real "goth" attitude though) (Conc.) (10)
Ice armor makes her look like an ice statue. Covers all her clothing and conceals her identity. (Conc.) (10)

Hunted by:  The Cabal (15)

Physical Limitations:
Nicotine Addiction (Freq.) (10)
Uncomfortable in hot, dry climates (Inf., Strong) (10)

Psychological Limitations:
Afraid of the Cabal and what they might do to her (Inf., Strong) (10)
Identity problems, uncertain of self, angst (Common, Strong) (15)

Secret ID: (15)

Unluck: 1d6 (5)

Vulnerability:  1.5× effect from Magic (Unc.) (10)

Experience:  (38)

Total Disadvantage Points: 243

The young woman walked in to the office and the psychologist rose to greet her. As this was the first time he’d met her, he looked her over. She was Caucasian, about 5’7" tall. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties and her very attractive figure was not concealed beneath the tight black half-shirt, black leather jacket and black cotton skirt. Her mop of long black hair had a natural witches lock. When she gracefully flipped her hair back from her face, the doctor saw the artistically applied black lipstick and eyepaint. The effect was rather disturbing.

"Welcome Kylie," the doctor said in a warm, friendly voice, "won’t you please have a seat."

"Thanks Doc," she said with a somewhat uncomfortable glance at him. The young woman glanced around taking in the arrangement of the office. She plopped down in the overstuffed chair.  She pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you mind if I smoke?" she asked, her tone being polite while the undertone indicated there was only one right answer to the question.

Without a word, the doctor took something from his desk, and set it on the table next to Kylie while he sat in his own straight back chair. It was a sign that read "Thank You For Not Smoking". Just as the young woman’s face began to register annoyance, he tipped the sign over to reveal a well-used cigarette ashtray concealed beneath it. He smiled conspiratorially at her. "I’ve got the best air filtration system in the building."

She smiled back and lit her cigarette. Though the motion was graceful, it was unpracticed. Clearly she had not been smoking long.

"By now you’ve read my file, Doc, so what questions do you have?" She attempted a smoke ring, but got only a clumsy cloud of smoke. The doctor found something darkly alluring about her frown.

"Yes, I’ve read the file, but it would help me to hear it again from you."

"Yeah, thought so. Just as well, telling the story helps me vent a little. The short version is that six months ago I didn’t have any weird superpowers. I was a normal, healthy, sixteen year-old high school student in a small city in Michigan. I was also a boy. An African-American boy. My name was Bill Kilpatrick.

"Just a little over six months ago, with the beginning of the new school year, we had a new student. She was a senior, seventeen years-old and really weird. Her name was Kylie Wagner. Her family had just moved in to the area and they kept to themselves. Her parents seemed pretty normal, but Kylie scared everybody. She always wore black and you just knew she had a gun in her locker. She never actually caused any trouble, but that may have been because everyone was too afraid of her to start anything. Everyone that is except me. Maybe I just wasn’t smart enough. Maybe I really wanted something to link me to life outside my small community, I don’t know. But I offered my friendship and she accepted.

"That’s how it started. As I got to know her, I realized she wasn’t as whacked out as she pretended to be. It was just a cover to keep people from getting close to her. Kylie and I became real close, if you know what I mean. A little later, Kylie and I were making out in my car in one of the fields. We were having a great time when she suddenly sat bolt upright and said ‘Oh shit! Dammit, the old man said they’d never find us here!’ She got really agitated and told me to ‘start the fucking car,’ because we had to get the hell out of there ‘right fucking now.’ The car wouldn’t start and she yanked me out of it so hard I was sure she dislocated my shoulder. I saw a couple cars coming across the field and we started running toward the house about a mile off.

"The cars tore through the field after us. That’s when Kylie turned in to a living ice sculpture and we began gliding across the field on a sheet of ice. Only the hand she was pulling me with wasn’t covered with ice. We were moving so fast it made my eyes hurt.

"’Who the hell are they?’ I screamed in her ear. I wasn’t so much afraid as pissed off that they had ruined my evening. I’d been hoping to get laid by this beautiful woman when these creeps showed up.

"’It’s not ‘who’’, she yelled back, ‘it’s ‘what.’ As I understand it, they’re some kind of inhuman demons from an agency called the Cabal. Supposedly at birth I was to be a sacrifice on a black alter or something, but my parents saved me and I stole the powers of a cryodaemon or bullshit like that. It’s me they want. If I can get you to a populated area, you will probably never see them again in your life.’

"It might have worked out that way, except they started shooting at us. Not with bullets, but some kind of thorns or spikes. They were fast and Kylie had a hard time dodging. I got hit and was hurt real bad. Kylie ducked in to a grove of trees and dropped her ice armor to check on me. That’s when one of the things drove it’s spiked tail through her. I swear it was with her dying breath that she leaned down to kiss me. Her dying words were ‘At least I won’t have to run anymore. I’m sorry I dragged you in to this, Bill.’

"I awoke a few hours later at the hospital. I was in the emergency room and they kept calling me Kylie. I tried to explain that I was Bill, but that only confused them more. I guess in my frustration and panic, I started creating ice all over the ER and so they drugged me and called Teen Core. Six months later, I’m sitting here in your office. Needless to say, I’m having some identity problems."

Quotes:  "I’ve been interviewed by other shrinks and the Teen Core telepaths. There’s no trace of Kylie Wagner anywhere in my head. So on the inside I’m still Bill Kilpatrick, but on the outside I’m whatever Kylie Wagner was. There’s also been no sign of my old body or the Wagners anywhere; like they just vanished. The really weird part is that sometimes I can access Kylie’s knowledge. Not her memories, but like now I have this deep understanding of occult lore and the Cabal. My brain works faster too. I’m more alert and attentive."
"I can actually generate ice from my body, not simply project cold to freeze water vapor in the air. I can use this to create a protective icy coating, an ice slide, or various ice projectiles. I’ve never had it analyzed, but I don’t think it’s conventional ice, because it doesn’t leave huge puddles when it melts."
"I used to be really good at baseball. Now, I’m faster and stronger, so I’m outrageously good at baseball."
"I keep the ‘Goth’ look for a couple reasons. I guess because Kylie wore it and it looks good on me, and another is that I’m finding it helps me express my inner identity crisis. I don’t know squat about the ‘Goth’ subculture, and frankly I don’t care."
"People looked at me and saw Kylie Wagner. So, fine, I’d be Kylie. The name Bill just doesn’t work for a woman anyway, but I was definitely going to keep my own last name."
"I don’t know who the Cabal are or what they might do to me. I have no intention of finding out."

Powers/Tactics:  Iceberg has a broad range of powers, all apparently "stolen" from a mystical creature.  She can generate ice, is immuneo normal cold and regenerates.

Iceberg is still learning to use her powers.  Tactically, she will try to move around a lot and build ice walls to trap or ensnare a target.  Once the target's mobility is reduced, she will pound away with ice rams until the foe is unconscious.

Appearance:  Kylie Kilpatrick is a Caucasian female, 5'7" tall with black hair and a natural white "witch's lock."  She is slender in a sturdy, muscular way and attractive with an oval face and blue eyes.

Campaign Use:  Iceberg is a member of Teen Core. They are helping her learn to use her powers.  This one is full of dangling plot lines.

Creators Notes:  In the introduction to his book Illusions, Richard Bach remarks that sometimes a tale explodes from the depths of his mind, grabs him by the throat and threatens to hold tight until he commits it to paper. My own problem is a little more visceral, but essentially the same. Iceberg is a character who spontaneously emerged from a number of distinct themes and inspirational inputs. The images below were really the final catalyst, igniting the conflagration of my imagination which gave this character life.