Kylmä 'Kyle' Shephard

• He's appears to be 20
• Canadian
• He will smother everthing in gravy
• His mother is from Finland
• He can speak English, Finnish and French-Canadian
• He's lactose intolerant
• He inherited his mother's physique and his fathers height, which in his opinion makes him look like a noodle.
• Only his parents call him Kylmä 
• He has an intense hatred/fear of geese
• Doesn't like needless conflict
• Hates people pointing out his weird accent
• Really good at baking
• Loves pranking his dad
• Hates having people think ill of him
  
  

Kyle has never had anything to complain about. He grew up with his Mother's fairytales from her homeland and his Father's tales of survival, which often seemed too outlandish to be true (then again they did have a pet bull moose) With his Mother's bakery and his Father's lumber mill they were never in need. So yeah Kyle never had anything to complain about, that was until he died.

All he wanted was to go to the store and get some milk, it wasn't too far so he decided to walk, it was getting dark which was probably why he didn't see the ice patch that he slipped on, or the rock at the bottom of the embankment that he cracked his head on.

That night it snowed and it snowed hard. By the time search and rescue found him and dug him out it was too late, he should know he watched them do it.

He'd woken up to find himself sat under a barren tree staring at a large mound of snow. Why he was staring at a pile of snow he didn't know but he found himself transfixed, so he watched. He watched as the sun rose high making all the snow glisten in the morning light. He watched as a very frantic german shephard dragging a policeman slid down the embankment towards the mound of snow. He watched as the policeman dug a small hole in the mound of snow before straightening up his face grim as he made a call on his radio. He watched as an ambulance and more policeman arrived and started excavating the snow mound. He watched as they pulled a body, his body out of the snow. He watched his parents arrive just in time to see them zip up the body bag.

He will never forget the sound his Mother made as she almost fell to the floor in hysterics, his Father supporting most of her weight as silent tears fell from his eyes.

He wanted to get up, to shout and scream " I'm right here! Please stop crying!" but all he could do was watch.