::Inside the meat locker of Major Flanders chicken in steel canyon::
::Bolt Crank Munching on a leg of chicken, and a hankerchief sobs while he tells this tale::
"Its so wonderful.... ::sob:: I remember my first moments with Ian frost, chasing him down the street.
I'm just so glad he ended up as a better tank than grave13, I knew he would. Even despite his controller nature,
He belongs with us tall morale pillers of hero protection.
"So, without further ado, Here is the story of June's
Hero of the month. Ian frost. Oh and ian... freeze my coffee again, and I'll transfer you back to anartica... where you won't be special anymore""
::A projector screen lights up on a cow::
Ian Akyildiz was a young and extremely talented biologist working for the United States’ government to find a safe and reliable way to preserve life by freezing the subject. His lab was located in Antarctica, and for a number of reasons. Firstly, freezing things is a lot easier their, secondly publicity wasn’t a plus to this research, and last but not least because Ian was/is so god damned annoying to be around. His ego was the only thing bigger than his government funding checks, and to go along with it he didn’t even fit into the research field very well.
Ian was enjoying the last warm breakfast he would ever consume when alarms started going off and people started screaming. Over the radio he heard their squad of soldiers being slaughtered by an overwhelming force. The intercom came on with Ian’s automated message, “Damage to outer walls, prepare for harsh conditions.” “Fire reaching critical in labs and control rooms, extinguish or evacuate.” Ian quickly ran and hid in his lab which was nearby. He was just a scientist, all he could do was hope for two things, not to die, and that the terrorists (he would later find out were hired by Crey Industries) wouldn’t set fire to the small nuclear reactor providing power to the facility.
The last automated message came over the speakers, “Reactor has been breached, counter measures engaging.” Nobody wanted another Chernobyl so when the reactor was breached bombs armed themselves and the reactor was launched deep into the land beneath the lab. Ian thought ahead, this place is going to blow, and we’re all going to die either from the explosion or the literally bone chilling cold…. But I’ve been working on prolonging life in the cold… lets try this one and this one and OH GOD THAT BURNS!
The lab was destroyed and the terrorists drove away nearly fruitless. They thought the blast had killed everyone, but Ian had survived. The next day of his life was the most agonizing thing he had ever felt. The chemicals had effected his DNA in an unexpected change of chances. For hours he endured the terrible cold, permanently disfiguring his whole body, but the whole time he almost thought he felt it getting a bit warmer, until he passed out and was later rescued.
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Doctors spent days trying to explain his “condition”. He was getting colder with every day. When he touched something and concentrated it started to freeze over. Due to all the unnecessary and confusing freezing effects he had, Ian Akyildiz picked up the nickname Ian Frost from nurses and then from the newspapers, but really it was because Ian needed a better last name.
Ian was shipped to Paragon City were he was more likely to fit in. He was determined to be an Ice/Ice tanker by a desk attendant who obviously had stayed out late the night before partying. He probably would’ve normally confused and confounded anyone trying to categorize him, either that or he was never supposed to be a tank and he was really a controller that was forced into a square hole.
Ian’s first mission was of note, mostly because he had no clue what he was supposed to do. Doctors quote Frost’s first trip to the hospital as, “Well fuck, nobody told me they were going to shoot at me! What the hell!” His second was almost as humorous,
”Well who would’ve thought a full body shield made out of Ice would suck at stopping bullets?”
Ian became a member of the Paragon University Archeology Department when he ran into Bolt Crank on the street while he was in need of somebody with the ability to form ice. He then proceeded to harass Ian all the way from Atlas Park to Boom Town before he had even reached security level 10 with, ”Run faster!” “See this axe? Keep running!” “Would you like a ride on Bolt Crank air? NO it means I’ll hit you with this, run faster!” Ian later found out this is called tough love/tank love.
