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Jak Rhyme, the Font of Frost

Jak Rhyme, the Font of Frost


Instrument: Guitar


Appearance: Eternally shirtless, cut like a diamond. Jak’s sigil refracts from the center of his translucent chest. He wears tight leather pants held on by a network of studded leather belts adorned with animal pelts. Fur boots cover his feet. Wears a classic viking full-helm with curved horns. A snow-white, braided beard dangles from the helm and frosty eyes glow within. Carries a bone-white guitar with a screaming face, fog billows from its mouth.


Positive Aspects: Order and Fortitude


Negative Aspects: Eternal Winter and Starvation


Venues: The Tundradome (Stadium), The Blasted Hearth (Outdoor), The Longest Ship (Dive Bar)


Fame:


Signed (level 1) - The Warband receives 4 ice fiends to serve as roadies.

Opening Band (level 2) - Warband members just don’t get cold.

Headliner (level 3) - The Warband receives 2 ice golems as additional roadies. Each Warband member can throw ice lances. Hell yeah.

Superstars (level 4) - The Warband can see through fog, snowstorms, rainstorms and the like and never slide or fall on ice unless they want to.

Rockgods (level 5) - Each Warband member becomes immune to magic that can change their bodies. Their skin becomes pale and cold. Great for chilling drinks but not so good when things get real hot. They can breathe out hoarfrost.

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