Professor Frost

## In-game

Hello! I am a Minecraft builder and architect! I am the creator of Mission12, and the (fallen) nation of Noxus. Feel free to contact me if you'd like to discuss anything!

## Backstory

From coast to coast, Frost is know to help people. He had a rough upbringing however he has moved past it. He lives in his family's estate where he keeps many gadgets and gizmos. In a locked cabinet is his diary, yet he never dares look at it again.

## Diary of Alastor Colvin

##### 03/12/1867

My family moved to Lake Austin this Winter. It is much colder here than Shoreside Coast. My father received a job opportunity which hopefully will provide our family with more money. Earlier today, we arrived at our new house: The Colvin Estate. It is an old building, however it is made with great care. As I stepped inside, I could smell the thick layer of dust that covered practically everything in the house. I don't quite like the idea of moving from Shoreside but I'm sure I'll survive. My family can survive anything. We've survived much worse, that is for sure.

My room has a deep blue coloured wall with a small bed tucked into the corner. I do hope this will be sufficient space to conduct my chemistry experiments. I can already hear my Mother and Father arguing about the sudden change of homes (More like my Father is yelling at my mother. She hasn't really said much since the move). I spent much of the day laying upon my bed - due to it raining outside - and listening to raindrops hit my bedroom window.

##### 04/12/'67

I had a pretty restless night yesterday. I believe it may be a good idea to get some fresh air and explore my backyard. I passed my mother in the kitchen. She was sitting in our old armchair staring blankly at a wall. I told her where I was going - to no response - and exited via the back door.

The back-shed's door was open and I could hear Father's voice from within, working on various machines. I walked the fields of tall grass until I came across the pine forest which bordered the Estate. I slowly crossed the threshold into the dimly lit forest step-by-step. I ventured further until I heard a noise. I have heard many animals before and have wandered in forests before the move however never have I ever heard a sound quite like it. It was almost like a human scream. I chose to go back after that incident.

##### 07/12/'67

I went out to the back-shed (the shed leads to the basement under the house if I wasn't clear) this morning to hopefully see what Father is doing. However, - to my dismay - the door was locked. I could only see into the basement through a keyhole in the door. I saw gears and gadgets lining shelves and the floor with a centrepiece covered in a cloth. Father was working on a side project, using tools of which I have never seen before. I looked around a bit closer. I saw a piece of a needle, a handkerchief with some red fluid on it, and what looked like a robotic arm. He turned his head to find a tool and locked eyes with me. He must've seen the glint of light coming from my glasses. I curse under my breath as I scramble back to the house.

##### 08/12/'67

There are only a couple of bruises on my back and arms that are left. Father has gone to the local town to buy me some new glasses after the other pair broke. I stumble down a flight of stairs (I don't have my glasses, remember?) to the main floor. Mother stands behind me with a towel, "Here," she says in a flat, monotonous voice, "this should ease the pain." She applies the towel onto my arms.

##### 12/12/'67

I haven't seen snow yet. I was told Austin gets plenty of snow during the Winter however I haven't even seen a single flake. I step outside. The cool air blows across my face as I wander through the fields of grass. I carry with me one of my favourite books: Great Expectations *By Charles Dickens*. I lay on the grass and stare out to the grey, cloudy sky. I open the cover to the book and begin to read. This reading however, was cut abruptly when I was tackled to the ground. My twin brother James. Although he was my twin, we looked very different. He had short messy brown hair and - unlike the rest of my family - seemed to enjoy life.

"Come on Allie! Let's explore!" said James.

"You know I don't like when you call me that. Anyways, I was in the middle of reading a good book! I would rather-" I was grabbed by the arm and pulled across the field.

"I know you want to play. Besides," said James with a grin, "you need some excitement in your life!" James pulled me to some jagged rocks overlooking the lake and stopped. "I wanted to show you this." The sun was setting, behind the tree-line which gave the lake a majestical shimmer.

"I have to say, this is quite impressive. What else have you seen?" I asked.

Without an answer, I was - yet again - pulled by the arm to a new destination. As we ran through the wilderness, I couldn't help but appreciate the sun and the blue and red sky that shone down upon us. James was always seen with a smile. He never seemed to worry about anything. His happiness must have been contagious because, right then, I smiled.

Before we could reach wherever James was taking me, we heard Father's voice in the distance calling us back. "Shoot. I really wanted to show you -" started James.

"It's alright, there is always tomorrow!" I asked, with hope and excitement.

"Sure thing.." James responded.

##### 13/12/'67

Although I was hoping to have fun with James today, my Father decided to bring me to his work. Not the one in the shed, but in the local town. I read a sign as we approach the town, 'Welcome to Crantash'. There are many people walking the streets, many voices, many noises. It is very overwhelming. Father doesn't speak much, not to me at least. He talks about my successes to his colleagues, making sure to strongly imply that he was the reason I accomplished what I have. He grips my shoulder tightly as he walks me through the dingy, loud machine room. I'm not quite sure what the machines are, but whatever they are, they look complicated.

##### 19/12/'67

I haven't wrote here for a while and I apologize (Wait, this book is private.. Why am I apologizing?). The reason for my absence is due to my exploration of science. I have always been intrigued in the arts of discovery, and I may be on to something. I believe for there to be something beyond what one can see with the naked eye. For now, I will take it one step at a time. No need to rush.

##### 20/12/'67

I was sitting on my bed in my room when I heard tapping on my window. I opened the window just in time for a rock to hit my head. I stumbled backwards and yelled "What the hell?!?"

"Sorry Allie! I just wanted to get your attention." said James.

"You could've come up to my room through the door and ask me like a normal person."

"Eh. This was was more fun."

"Fine. I'll be down in a moment." I replied.

We met out in the field. The usual grey sky cleared and let sun shine upon both of us. We walked to the forest. I was hesitant at first but reluctantly stepped foot into the forest. The forest unusually seemed welcoming and bright - contrary to last time I tried to enter. The forest was full of orange and red and yellow leaves that glistened in the sun and crackled under my feet. After what seemed like hours of walking, we came across a clearing. In front of us was a large tree, its limbs stretched out with leaves plentiful. James was busy swinging around the tree limbs while I sketched the tree design in my notebook.

Soon however, too soon, we were called home by Father. As I returned home, I passed Mother (sleeping in a chair) and could hear Father busy working on his projects in the shed. I now know better than intrude on him while he works... (see 07/12'67)

##### 21/12/1867

The leaves have all fallen now. My family never bought us any sort of games, so we had to improvise. Me and James spent the day mock-sword fighting with wooden sticks in the forest. James was the only one I've met that can best me. The bright grass has faded to a dull grey. I can't help but feel like something is wrong. I don't know what. I have had the best time these past days with James. I should be happy. I should be happy. Happy. Happy?

##### Reality 22/12/1867

I am laying in my bed this morning when I see a dark figure from the corner of my eye. I turn to look at it but it always seems to be just out of my vision, out of my reach. I must be hallucinating. I am alone in my room, nobody else is here. I comfort myself with that thought.

"Are you Happy?"

"I- who are you?" I ask.

"I am the embodiment of fears and desires. But you can call me Frost."

"Frost? Why are you here?"

"I am here to shed the light upon your life. You create illusions, my friend, to shield yourself from the truth. You craft a world that isn't there, all to find fleeting moments of happiness. You weave a fascinating web of misinformation. Life, as you perceive it, is but a facade. Do you not see the strings that control your every thought?"

"What do you mean by that." I respond in a flat tone. I am not sure what the entity's motives are but the words he say scare me.

"You paint a colorful existence, ignoring the shadows lurking beneath. You cling to illusions like a drowning man clings to a drifting plank, desperately seeking solace in a world that crumbles at your touch."

"no."

"What is real, my friend? Is it the happiness you derive from fleeting pleasures? Is it the fulfillment you seek in external validations? Or is it something deeper, something untouched by the illusions you've crafted?"

"I know what is real and what is not. I know my family is real. The forest I live near is tangible. I can feel the grass upon my skin. I know what I see is real. One thing I do know however, you, are not real. You are nothing. You are just a construct of my mind!" I say as I bolt out the door. I scramble down the steps out of the house. I can still hear the thing monologuing about happiness and illusions, reality and shadows.

I reach the field and is glad to see James standing there facing towards the lake. I catch up to him and turn to face him. "Hey. I have to tell you of a crazy thing that happened to me. There was this thing in my room and- and it-"

"Am I real to you?" James replies.

"Why of course you are James. You are my brother." I'm not sure why he is asking, I feel sweat begin to pool on my forehead.

"Allie. How many bedrooms are there in your house?"

"James come on, don't be like this. Let's have a good day today alright? We can enjoy the day still. Maybe we can go exploring!"

"Can you be happy without me?"

"James."

"You. Never had a twin brother Alastor."

I stand there in silence, watching every word he speaks.

"You made me to be happy. Your parents certainly don't provide you with such a thing." The sky around me turns from a bright sun to dimly lit clouds. The first drops of rain can be felt on my skin. It feels cold. In fact, everything feels cold. James's face show no sign of emotion. His face a smooth rock upon the seabed.

"Go home Alastor. It is getting late. Find new things to do and like. Find happy people. Live a happy life. Be happy." James smiles as he looks over to the house.

"No. Without you, I can't be happy. I can still make this work. I. Can. Do. Something." I look over to the house where I see Father standing there staring at me. Father, the origin of my pain. The creator of my insanity. He was always the one. Always the one who hurt me. I could've lived a happy life. But not without Father. He is the beginning of my end. Without him. I'd be happy. Without him. Without him. I turn back to see that I stood beside no-one, there was never anyone there. There was no James. No friend. No joy.

I feel the dark entity standing behind me. His hand grasping my shoulder tightly. I glance over to my left, where I see Father's woodpile, but more importantly, his axe.

"Do it." we say.

Fear in his eyes.

##### 04/6/1874

I have made a name for myself. I have helped people. I have hurt people. I am loved. For I, Alastor Colvin have done great things, horrible things. But you can call me Frost.

Am I happy?