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"Maybe, just maybe there is no purpose in life. But if you linger awhile longer in this world you may find something of value in it."-Lord Orochimaru

The only records of his mother are the tales of a dragon that had been caught unawares in her lair and spell bound into a frost giantess’s form by the shaman of a roaming tribe of frost giants that she had been terrorizing for years, at the behest of the tribe’s Chief. For years after it was said that they kept her spell bound thus, treated little better than a dog other than to parade out and show other tribal Chiefs as a trophy. Beaten, battered, bruised, and kept barely alive, she endured it all and bided her time for revenge, for despite many an attempts they could not break her completely, something she hid well those many years.

Its not known which of the frost giants sired him, for too many had taken their turn in having their way with the captive of the Chief’s. Was it the pregnancy that interfered with the control spell? Was it a momentary lapse in the Shaman’s power due to some unknown distraction? Was it Divine Intervention? Or did she have some rare sympathizer that helped her? All that is known is that one night she broke free of the spells restraining her and slaughtered all of the tribe that she could find that night.

Eventually she made her way back to her lair after a long painful journey, with the aid of a passing druid that was curious as to what could leave a dragon in such a state. With the druid’s help she secured her lair be for dropping a clutch of 11 eggs. Only 4 of the eggs survived the first day despite her efforts and the druid’s. The wounds she had sustained during her captivity, escape, trip home, and the dropping of the clutch had weakened her severely. She instilled parts of her memories and knowledge in the still forming minds of her children, each with a seal to let it come upon them slowly over time when they were older and more able to handle the vast amount of knowledge she passed onto them. She then made a pact with the druid to watch over her offspring, as she knew her time was short, in exchange for a last bit of parting knowledge and power. However, during the exchange something went wrong, as an arc of lightning blazed between her, the druid, and the 4 eggs at the moment of her last breath. The druid, though badly bruised and shaken, was dismayed to find only 1 of the 3 eggs had survived the bizarre occurrence completely intact.

Many years passed and the druid had worked hard to keep the promise he made to Jakki’s mother. Most of the trouble in raising Jakki came from those unable to accept Jakki’s unique appearance, more dragonic than anything while he was younger, slowly growing to appear more as a smallish frost giant with snow white scales and wings as he grew older, than of Jakki himself. As he grew into adolescence a new problem emerged as the aura of cold that had always seemed to flow around him grew in strength, eventually forcing him to keep himself completely covered head to foot just to go into town so as to not accidentally start spreading ice around and causing accidents unintentionally. It also isolated him even more from those around him in the frost giant communities. He still has friends here and there but few that see him often anymore. He would later add ice sculptures of some of them to the area around the chess board he uses around his current home. During this time he learned much about sculpting, crafting and building things as he apprenticed himself to people in various towns, having a natural talent for sculpting and carving ice in particular. He traveled from coast to coast along the northern regions of the world doing odd jobs and trading furs during what some would say was the prime of his life. He even tried traveling farther south but quickly learned that the heat there made him tired and sleepy all the time, with the danger of passing out and going into a torpor for the day, being only able to move again once he recovered after cooling down at night. It was just after his travels south in fact that he went to a druid grove to learn to use his water and air controlling abilities to alter the weather around him. Over time people began to associate snow storms blowing in with his arrival, eventually earning him the nickname that he uses now as his given name, Jakki Kenki or Jack Frost, after a local superstition, after it became a habit of his to travel with a blizzard almost always right behind him to hide his comings and goings.

It was around his 4989th birthday when he met and courted a lovely ice dragoness who went by Crystal, and they settled down in a lair, his mother’s former lair ironically, on the north side of a lake. For over 1000 years Jakki gave up his wandering ways to be with her, helping out the nearby human mining camp as a smith and a carpenter to pay for the odd things they couldn’t get on their own. Then a feud broke out between the human settlement south of the mining camp and a settlement of frost giants almost due south from Jakki and Crystal’s lair. Jakki and Crystal did their best to stay out of the cross fire, and stay out of the thick of things as Crystal had just laid their first clutch of eggs. Unfortunately, one night Jakki came home from foraging for some food and found Crystal dead and the eggs destroyed. A group of frost giants had found their lair and had attacked Crystal on the grounds that they thought Jakki was going to support the humans in the feud. They had hoped to find him home and were sorely disappointed to find him gone. Jakki’s cry of anguish when he found his beloved dead rang throughout the mountains as the worst snow storm in ages came to both the human and the frost giant settlements. He hunted down the giants that had slain Crystal, casting his senses to the winds to find them, using the trees and ice around them to kill, his mind mad with grief and rage. The storms lasted over a week before the winds as sudden as they came, stopped. One of the local druids who knew Jakki and Crystal came and helped Jakki give Crystal a proper funeral, having figured that only Jakki could have whipped up such a storm. The feud ended almost as quickly after the druid’s finally decided to intervene to prevent further such disasters. Jakki moved to his current lair shortly after, with the druid that had helped Jak moving in with him to keep an eye on him. Not long after that, at the druid’s behest, Jakki created a huge chess board made of ice in a clearing of trees and sculpted playing pieces out of ice that the druid and him played with.