The Snow King

Resilience, a strong moral compass, good intentions, protectiveness of innocents, compassion, so much physical beauty it's hard to resist

Stubbornness, cowardice, closed-off behavior, secrecy, manipulability, hypersexuality (and the resulting shame existing at the absolute base level of his being)

The Snow King is the second-stage fetter of Nanatsuki Someperson.

Chasing Shadows - Wato [Aoki Lapis]

King of Cups

He's been called Snowy, Mr. Snowflake, and... To his chagrin, Frosty the Snow Nan. His Majesty also works, you know. Just saying. Since he's royalty. S-such disrespect everyone shows for him. But his true name is Craspedia.

His vessel is a good 400 or so years old, but he's only been around for the past... Decade or so? How time flies. He ought to be read like a man in his mid-30s, though.

September 16th (Virgo)

Cis male (he/him)

Please. Oh. I mean, bisexual. Bisexual and very, very troubled. Polyamorous as well, he just isn't sure what that term means yet.

King of the lonely tower in the middle of the frozen Fimbulvintr Wonderland... What exactly does he rule over, if anything? All there are here are a bunch of parades of children who want to boil the flesh off his bones and eat him.

Fetter. One taking the form of a humanoid deity.

Japanese

Outside of DM canon, it's a brave lady-knight named Lotte Lang. Inside DM canon, while he has a great deal of sexual tension with Jezebel, it seems that who he's truly fond, romantically as well as physically, of is Calluna, The Vizier... Well, her, and Lavendula, The Sun, but it's not as if he thinks that can happen, so he never acts on those feelings. Haha! he's a mess!

He considers Nan, The Frost Knight, to be his own son, not realizing that he himself is an extension of Nan's being.

The Snow King is fairly tall, and he has a very slim, voluptuous frame. he's got a nice ass

He's openly distrustful of most strangers, even becoming violent if it means getting people out of his tower - and away from his shame - on his worst days, but on his better days he can be hospitable and even protective of innocent travelers seeking refuge from the strange world outside.

He hates himself for every facet of what he is more than anyone else could ever dream to - the idea of being king of nothing, his constant hypersexual urges and thoughts stemming from a sort of self-repression, the fact that he can't just rip Nan away from The Master II, everything.

Oh, he's also good with kids.

The Snow King desperately desires companionship of some kind - whether platonic or otherwise (he'd really like otherwise actually) - but doesn't trust himself around other people for a number of reasons. And all of them are ridiculous and irrational.

The truth is, as long as he is treated delicately and respectfully like the gentleman he is, His Majesty is not known to give anyone any trouble they didn't ask for.

[CW: gore]

One bright morning, The Snow King clawed his way out of a bloody cavern, strange pink goo and white fragments under his nails. The light in the cathedral was blinding, he almost forgot that he was warm and wet all over - and when he looked down, he realized exactly what had happened.

Just by being born (as a fully-grown man, mind you), he murdered a completely innocent human being. Who could forgive themselves after something like that? So he wandered the halls of the tower he found himself in, unfamiliar and frigid winds howling outside, looking for someone to apologize to. Someone to inform of what had just happened. Someone to turn himself in to.

The Luxuriant Timberland was experiencing its first-ever winter blizzard, and God was it a horrible one. The Snow King found eventually... That there was no one in this tower but him and - whoever that man he just crawled out of was. The man with blue hair shining like sapphires, in a black gown long enough to cover his feet as he lay, open belly up, on the carpet that was already red in the light of stained glass windows.

But The Snow King found eventually... This man was not exactly a saint, himself. Studying the paintings held around the tower, the diaries this man kept, and most worrying of all, the bloody, entrail-strewn room at the very top of the tower, His Majesty found that the man who birthed him was... Some sort of perverted sadist. Someone who killed innocent people and played with their bodies.

The Snow King didn't feel TOO awful about the circumstances about his birth anymore, at this point, but something dawned on him. He was born of... Something in this strange man. Though his hair was far more dull than the stranger's, their faces were similar enough to imply relation. Looking at a painting felt like looking at another version of himself... So he decided, that's what he must be.

In that way, His Majesty was right. In another way, he was ridiculously, embarrassingly wrong.

He decided to stay away from this former king's prelude to all of his murders - sex - in hopes that it would make him less likely to kill people in this second chance he was given. Without completely realizing why this was counter-productive and self-harming, he swore celibacy and promised deep down to avoid any and all forms of temptation.

For the second incarnation of an incredibly hypersexual being, this was much harder than it sounded - but to this day, he hasn't ever slept with someone.

Frozen lakes, starry skies, children (who don't want to eat him), playing piano, long and flowing garments, cooking and being cooked for, taking care of people

The Master II, himself, attractive people, children who want to eat him, those big birds outside who sound exactly like him but only come out late at night, being teased, being belittled or treated with disrespect, feeling overly hot (temperature-wise) which is how he always feels