The cold has never effected you like it has others. Or maybe once it had , as a child chill settled into bones until there was nothing but ice inside your marrow , blood warming soft snow in a beautiful display . Maybe once you could have been warm - been soft , but you know nothing but the cold - nothing but blissful quiet .
"Jack’s personality is odd, shifting and as fluid as the red river nile of his home. The truth is jack is a being of masks, and while never a fan of liars, sees no harm in omitting small truths. He downplays his abilities around others to have surprise on the battlefield. His own form of personality is very methodical, if disorganized. He is very easygoing around others, and open to new and outlandish costumes.
Around strangers he can be seen is boyish and cocky, sly almost. It is a marvel to watch jack’s guard drop down; as the feline is relaxed, easy-going and fun to hang around with. "