ICEMAN

Real name: Robert George Drake
Occupation: Slacker Guru
Identity: Known to the Government, Unknown to the General Public
Legal status: Citizen of the United States, wanted for questioning by OMA
Other aliases: Bobby, Bobster, Rob, Robert, Iceman, or 'Hey, You!'
Place of birth: Port Jefferson, New York
Marital status: Ask Halcyon
Known relatives: George Drake (Uncle, Deceased), William Drake (Father), Madeline Drake (Mother)
Group affiliation: The Pack, and indirectly The Brotherhood
Base of operations: New York City, New York
First appearance: April 9th, 2001. Re-appeared on September 28th, 2001
History:

Growing up in Port Jefferson was seemingly as normal as it possibly could be for Bobby. Normal (boring) school, normal (boring) friends, normal (boring) family, etc. etc. It wasn't until high school that things really started to get interesting or even noteworthy.

Classmate and current girlfriend Judy Harmon had wanted to go see their school production of the West Side Story. Eager to please her, Bobby agreed and they set out to go to the play that very night. After they arrived there, and just as Bobby was about ready to tell Judy that he really, truly loved her (or at least thought he did), local bully and badass in general, Rocky Lebowitz, showed up. Furthermore, Rocky's gang showed up too.

The melee was short and to the point. In the end, Rocky's gang escaped with Judy, and Bobby escaped with his life. However, the battle had awakened his mutant abilities, and he was afraid that he might hurt someone with them. He ran and ran across town as fast as he could. After the initial adrenaline/fear rush had ceased, he quickly bought a ticket out of town with whatever pocket change he had. With no regrets (yet, because his experience hadn't totally soaked in yet), Bobby boarded the bus and was on his way outta there.

As luck would have it, that Greyhound was headed towards New York City, which isn't that far from Port Jefferson, which was located in Long Island. Cliched as it sounds, after getting on that bus, Bobby knew that a chapter of his life was closed, but he also knew that things were bound to be quite interesting from here on out.

Hoo-boy, was he right, too. In very little time, he'd joined the Pack, did tawdry things with a wanted criminal (Halcyon), and even figured out Victoria's Secret (Eve). Outside of a short trip south of the border, Bobby seemed to have had it made. He was surrounded by beautiful women, had kewl-l33t powers, and lived in a big house with a big TV. It was at this highest moment, when the poo-poo hit the spinny-thing.

At some point, a month or so after running away from home, he tried to return back home, just to see what was up with anybody. A foolish idea, because the risk of him getting caught was great, but it was an idea that he pursued nonetheless. By fortune, or misfortune, he got on the wrong bus and ended up in Mexico. Laughable as it may seem, he had a tough time in Mexico, that is, until he finally scrounged up enough money to return nearly a week later.

His unfortunate trip south of the border was only the beginning of his foul luck. It truly started when he heard about Nox's death. Nox was such a nice guy, and was apparently killed just for looking like a monster. Humans fear what they can't understand, and it seemed pretty obvious that humans didn't understand mutants at all. The day after he found out about Nox's death, which would've been a day after his return from Mexico, he left again, not even taking time to pack any bags. He wouldn't need luggage where he was going.

It seemed like he was going to return home, and a phonecall to his mother confirmed this. However, the morning after phoning his mother, Government Agents apprehended him on his mother's behalf. His mom had turned him over to the National Institute of Metahuman Research, hoping that they could treat his "condition". Bobby wasn't exactly keen on this idea, so he resisted, but he resisted more out of shock and surprise than really not wanting to be treated, or tested. After all, he believed that maybe if humans could understand mutants, they might not fear mutants as much.

The days turned into weeks, who in turn transformed into months. His life had settled into a mundane existence filled with examination, testing, and questions. For a time, it seemed as if he was destined to be a lab animal until he was somehow "cured", or died. A little more than two months after winding up in NIMR captivity, his presence was unexpectedly requested by OMA.

To say that Bobby resisted this idea would be an understatement. When he saw the OMA logo emblazoned upon the van that he was supposed to board, he panicked, and they eventually sedated him. He woke up a few hours later, bleary eyed and apparently inside the van, which was moving at very high speeds towards an unknown destination. He escaped, freezing the van in place and shattering the now-brittle metal doors.

The various G-Men chased him through the woods for what like forever to Bobby, but in the end, he lost them. Free at last, he didn't waste time (except for a potty and sleep break here and there) getting back to New York City, where his friends, and hopefully a hiding place, were.

Things are gettin' pretty interesting for Bobby.

Height: 5'6" Weight: 130 lbs.
Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown (Sometimes bleached)
Unusual physical characteristics: He's cute and has puppy-dog blue eyes.
Strength level: He's reasonably fit for a kid his age, despite being a lazy schmoe.
Known superhuman powers: He does kewl-l33t things with ice. He can even make snowcones.
Other abilities: The ability to pull of a bad joke in the middle of a serious conversation.
Weapons and paraphernalia: He often wields a mighty ice cream cone, usually of the soft-serve or rocky road variety.
Other notes: These are not the droids you're looking for. Bobby is currently available for apping, he's got a tendency to run away from people and that's probably what he's done since he was last played.