Gordon Meisner (Frostbite)

Weight: 150

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Long Sword

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Bio: It’s time we speak about yet another member of the infamous team known as the Brothers Grimm, this is the tale of the man known as Frostbite and his destructive path he forged across this great nation. Many innocent souls where lost in the ravages of this one man, who has personally declared war on the establishment, our native friends and everyone that dares to swear allegiance to the United Canadian American States. This man was once a loving and compassionate husband and father living within the middle of America, he was raising a family and living the American dream; he had the loving wife, two children with the house in in the suburbs and the comfortable corner office within the accounting firm where he worked. For Frostbite he had everything he would ever need, including a vast extended family that would all gather at his home in Iowa for the celebration of the winter holidays. Seeing that the Yates, Rodgers and Meisner’s came from both Christian and Jewish backgrounds. It was when they would all gather at Gordon’s where it was just family and religious differences where set aside for the time being. Though I am not trying to paint this man in a good light, though I do need to explain that he was once just like you and I. Gordon Meisner would eventually go on to become the dreaded Frostbite, but what would cause such a loving and caring man to make such a drastic change in his personality and become the killer we have come to known as Frostbite.

        Well that story might anger some of my readers and well it might also make some of you say that it wasn’t an excuse and we have all been through some hardships. I am again not excusing or condoning what he has done, but I can relate to his trauma and understand his frustration, anger and desperation. Gordon would shed his suburban skin and emerge one of the fiercest warriors and patriots the world will ever see, this man would show the world that you are never to mess with a parent and give them nothing to live for. Gordon wasn’t always an American and he was born in Israel to an American and Israeli, his father was an ambassador and his mother was a domestic that worked in the embassy where he worked. Gordon unfortunately was born outside of the embassy and would not be considered an American Citizen. Also sadly for him his father would be assassinated while he was visiting his beloved at her home within Jerusalem leaving Gordon to be raised by his domestic mother and remain within Israel for a large portion of his young adult life, till he could return to America. Though while he was living in Israel he would become part of the military after his Bar Mitzvah as required by the law, this might seem alien to those of in America but over there it was normal for the children to be engaged in combat. Though for Gordon this wouldn’t be where it would end as this young man would excel in combat and eventually be recruited for the Mossad where he would remain until he was well into his young adult life. It would actually be his service in the Mossad that would eventually bring him over to America, he would initially come to the states hunting a well known Islamic terrorist and once he killed the man he was to return to Israel. Though this is where Gordon’s life would change and he would hang up the combat boots for the suit and tie and settle down here in the states. Once he was successful in bringing down the man he was sent to kill, and he dodged the authorities that tried to arrest his for murder, causing a serious international incident. This was do to the rise in support for the Muslims inside America, and the government not wanting to publicly admit they allowed a terrorist into their country as well they allowed a Israeli assassin in without batting an eye.

         Though for Gordon the eye opener was that his own country wouldn’t lend him any assistance until it was almost to late, seeing that they as well didn’t want to admit to the Americans they had unleashed an assassin into there boarders with the sole purpose of hunting down a refugee and terrorist. This would eventually cause Gordon to spend many months in prison as he awaited his trial, though the entire time the State Department was trying to deport him back to Israeli under the cover of night. Needless to say Gordon was not all that thrilled with either governments and when he was eventually freed, he was thinking about moving to parts unknown and saying to hell with it. Though he got side lined by the affairs of the heart and would end up courting and eventually marring the women who was initially trying to deport him. They would eventually wed and move to the heartland of America, where Gordon would retire from the Mossad and eventually become a duel citizen. This is where he would live and raise his eventual children, he would marry a Christian women and welcome both faiths into his home. Though after many years of bliss the world would once again get to know the assassin that lived deep inside Gordon and out would emerge Frostbite.

        It was during the tragedy of 2018 that would bring forth the rebirth of this man as the magic of the natives would become unleashed and ravage across all of America, though for those that lived in the heartland it would ravage them the hardest. Gordon was in his office preparing for a family vacation to Disney World when the assault would slam the small suburban town he lived and worked in. The magic would ravage across the landscape and rape all that it came into contact with. It would sear them to there very core, like that of a nuclear strike only a small handful of people survived the initial onslaught and out of those even fewer survived an weren’t turned into ash and bone. Gordon was one of the few lucky ones to survive the assault and he was even luckier that he had become trapped in his office building once the power failed. It was this sheer happenstance that spared him the fate that would become the remainder of the townsfolk. He would have to helplessly watch from his office as his fellow citizens where rounded up by the native and UN forces, brought to the town square that was directly outside his building. He then witnessed the execution of the survivors, the screams of that day would stay with him forever as he witnessed the brutal execution of his friends, neighbours and family. He would watch in horror as their bodies where one by one sent into a mobile crematorium and incinerated. Little did he know that he would be the last surviving member of the town, and as the elected mayor he would feel helpless being trapped like a rat in a cage, unable to attempt to assist as the slaughter was ongoing bellow him.

         Though for Gordon he didn’t walk away unscathed from the magical onslaught and was as well nursing his wounds, do to his military training and the medical supplies in the building he was able to apply needed first aid and keep himself from suffering and succumbing to infection. Though what would be a diamond in the rough, the buildings security room would have a few handguns and a couple of shotguns that he would be able to put to good use once he was able to free himself from the building. Do to the emergency lock down of the building once the power was lost, the military forces couldn’t enter and do to there scanners not picking up any life they avoided entering the location. Gordon’s office was on the top floor and well secured against scanning devices, as he was within the executive wing and this is also how he managed to survive for a while living off the food and water within the wing. He was the only survivor and he knew that he would eventually have to figure a way out of the building or the decomposing bodies would become a host for parasites and he would succumb to further disease. According to his journals he would stay in the building for about seven days living within the basement attempting to restore the generator so he could unlock the doors and free himself, though he also knew that to do so would bring unwanted attention to his location from the scavenger’s, native forces that had claimed the town as theirs and the military that was as well using the town as a staging ground and execution hotspot.

           Gordon had already scavenged the building for needed supplies and fresh clothing, he would use his suitcases that were once packed for the family holiday and now would house his supplies for survival. He also knew that he would have to steal the CEO’s car seeing that his was parked in the general lot, and he would never make the run from the building to his vehicle in his wounded state. The CEO’s parking spot was within the garage and well secured, this would be both a benefit and curse. Seeing that he could load the vehicle safely, though as soon as the power was restored and the garage door opened, he would be in what they call a kill zone. He would have to pray to the God above to even be able to escape alive, though leaving on foot was out of the question. He knew that the town was crawling with the enemy and he would never get very far before he was captured once they descended onto the location. Even making it from the basement to the garage entrance was questionable, but this was his only chance and his only opportunity to escape certain death if he remained inside.

            He tinkered with the generator for days until he figured out what was wrong and what was needed to restore power to the building, it was already late in the evening by the time he figured out what needed to be done. He knew that he couldn’t throw the switch while the sun was down, it would attract to much attention as suddenly the office building came to life. It would be like moths to a flame, though this also gave Gordon a idea on how to stick it to the people that had just murdered his neighbours and friends not to mention his family. He used his technical know how to rig the boiler to explode by tampering with the buildings gas lines, though he waited till he already had the power on to through the switch on the gas mane. He increased the need to escape the building quickly, knowing that the boiler would kick on at some point and then it would be all she wrote for whomever was inside at the time. But for Gordon this meant he had to double time it op the stairs and out to the garage, he might have had a near life time of military and combat training under his belt. But he had become soft during his time as a civilian, he had put on a few extra pounds and as well he was injured. As he was running up the stairs, he could hear the doors crashing open as the building sprung to life, he knew the gas was pouring into all the floors through the ventilation system and a single gunshot cold spell the end. As he ascended the stairs, he could hear the boots of the enemy in hot pursuit, his lungs burned with exhaustion and he was getting light headed from the noxious orderless gas that poured in. Gordon in a full tilt run with the military hot on his trail reached the doors to the executive garage and with all his might he threw himself into the fire doors and forcefully ejecting himself out into the fresh air. As he ran he fumbled in his trousers pocket for the keys, pulling them out he activated the keyless entry and remote start hoping that it would even turn over. The cars engine churned until it roared to life, he quickly opened the door, dove into the car tossing the shotgun onto passenger seat and slamming the door closed. he threw it into gear and accelerated towards the now open garage doors. The Engine roared and the tires squealed as he would reach dangerous speeds within this enclosed parking area, he would nearly side swipe another parked car as he slammed the passenger side view mirror into a column with an explosion of glass and metal. He managed to straighten himself out and like he was threading a needle Gordon would emerge out of the garage, catching a bit of air as he entered the ramp. As the car raced down the ramp towards freedom soldiers where marching up the ramp and had formed a dead man’s line in hopes to stop the vehicle in it’s tracks. Gordon was staring down a line of six soldiers that all suddenly opened fire with automatic fire, Gordon figured this was it and just stomped down on the accelerator peddle the engine raced as the car lurched forward. The rounds from the soldiers weapons began to ricochet of the cars outer skin, the windshield would spider but absorb the bullets the soldiers all in unison began to panic as the car was not stopping and was headed directly for them, they were trapped in a preservable bowling alley and they were the pins. a few of the soldiers tried to climb the side walls for safety only to knocked over by the car as it passed them sending them for a ten story free fall. While the others would loose their lives and heads as the car would ram them at an extreme rate of speed and treat their bodies as nothing more then a speed bump. Gordon would breach the ramp and enter onto the main road and manage to evade the incoming security vehicles that weren’t expecting a runaway car. As Gordon would slip down the side streets, he would first feel the shock wave then see the fireball in the rearview mirror, a slight smirk would come across his face knowing that his trap was sprung.

       Well if this was where it ended that would be one thing, but for Gordon or now forever to be known as Frostbite the path of vengeance was only beginning and would end up burying many of those that would side with the UCAS, he would as well declare war on the natives for there part in the assault. Frostbite during those early days was a one man killing machine, he would revert back to his days in the Mossad and the hunter would become the hunted as he would begin to stalk the natives with only retribution in his mind and soul. He would become as cold as ice, and loose any shred of humanity he had left, his killing was the only thing that brought him any joy and seeing the terror in his targets eyes as he emerged from the shadows only to snap their necks, stick them with a blade or shot them with there own pistol as he snapped their own arms in the process. The men that would engage Frostbite would normally underestimate him do to his size and age, that would be all he needed to gain the advantage sending them to meet their maker.

       This man is single handedly the reason many small outposts of rebels would survive an onslaught from the enemy forces, he would slip behind enemy lines and one by one he would silently kill each and every enemy. Frostbite was becoming a well known freedom fighter and rebel, though only through stories and rumours as not one person ever saw this man in action. They would only stumble upon his handy work, they would find enemy soldiers with broken necks and knife wounds that screamed a professional was here. Though they would also find some with a blackened hand print on their chests, that would latter be determined to have been frozen straight through to there very core. It would appear that the magic of the ghost dance would have gifted Gordon with a mystical gift, a cold and soulless touch that would freeze anything that he touched as it leached the very heat from the body. Giving him the reverse of the scorching energy that once ravaged him only a few months prior, both his enemy and the people that he would assist would begin to dub him Frostbite as they had no other way to verify who he was. Soon enough the frozen hand prints, would become a calling card and the legend of Frostbite was born.

      Frostbite would quickly become more then just a man and his legend would grow to epic proportions over the course of the next few years, his sheer combat prowess was unmatched and many soldiers would fall quickly in battle to this man with only a blackened palm print on their chest that would become known as his calling card. According to many coroners reports the deceased would be frozen to their very core, with ice crystals within their veins and their heart frozen solid. They would all concur that it seemed as if the victims own body heat was leached from them by the mere presence of Frostbites hand coming into contact with their body. This must be some sort of unique mystical ability that has yet to be discovered or catalogued seeing that know where within any journals of magical studies is there even the mention of something called the frozen touch. This ability combined with his masterful prowess with a blade make him a true terror and a man that is far deserving of the reputation he has earned.

      Now we have come to learn that this man was trained in the arts of battle, by one of the Presidents Men a man known as the Watcher though we have no real verification of this and only speculation and rumour. If Frostbite is the apprentice and the Watcher is the master, then we should all fear the man who trained this monster seeing that no master teaches his apprentice everything and what did the Watcher fail to teach Frostbite. Though as for his prowess in battle it is unsurpassed and his mastery of stealth would make most ninja’s jealous, the man known as Frostbite is a prime example that student can become the master and seeing that this man has been trained in the arts of the Presidents Men, it can explain why only now we are beginning to learn about their exploits. Frostbite is yet another of the killers from this era of time that the government is trying to erase and forget about. Seeing that they have been unable to deal with this killer and many of the agents and soldiers of the UCAS are beyond frightened of this man. They would rather face insubordination charges or dereliction of duty charges then even risk a chance of crossing paths with Frostbite.

        What is also very disturbing is that Frostbite is one of the dreaded Brothers Grimm and can be anywhere, these killers have a habit of turning up when you least expect it and this combined with his legend and mastery of battle makes Frostbite even more frighting to deal with. Seeing that no one can track his whereabouts and he lives a true runners life. This means that their is very little paper trail and zero electronic signature or thumbprint for anyone to trace. The only way to know that Frostbite is near is the sudden decrease in ambient temperature and presence of frost on nearby glass and fixtures. This is all the warning his victims get and it can be tricky to perceive the threat especially in the colder months, thus allowing Frostbite to move undetected and drain the life force from his victims. Though pair this with his unique sword styling and you have a recipe for disaster seeing that Frostbite will use his opponents own fear to his advantage and as well use this unique calling card as a way to strike terror into an entire compound long before he takes his first kill.

        So when in comes to Frostbite, this man is beyond dedicated to the cause of bringing down the False Flag and making sure every native and elf he comes in contact with perishes in a very gruesome manner, Frostbite has long lost his soul to the darkness that consumes most shadow warriors and he has zero compassion towards his victims. He has ice flowing through his veins and is truly as cold as ice, he is as unforgiving as an Arctic storm and leaves nothing behind but a frozen wasteland. Frostbite is a man that the government is trying to forget even exists and I wish I have never uncovered him, as I get chills just thinking about what this man is capable of. As I sit here writing this, frost is gathering on my window as the northern winds clatter my shutters the snow is falling and the stage is set for a strong winter storm or the arrival of the legend known as Frostbite. He normally works side by side with Grandfather Winter and with what I have currently learned, my once favourite season has become a season to fear as winter is all consuming and within the cold embrace of winter lurks the frozen grasp of the eternal slumber. Be warned my readers Frostbite is out there and he stalks the shadows looking for his next kill, he is hunting within the forever night of winter and preparing for his greatest of performances.

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