In the war-scarred ruins of Earth: 2250, where morality crumbles faster than concrete and every faction plays god in the dirt, there is a name that moves like ice in the bloodstream — slow, silent, unstoppable:
Frost.
They call him the Silent Dominion, not because he shouts down empires, but because they don’t even realize he was there until everything they built is gone.

He is Human, Caucasian, his black hair trimmed close like the edge of a dagger, his blue eyes glinting like frost on glass — beautiful, cold, and never quite still. Trained as an Assassin, Frost doesn’t kill for thrill or coin. He does it with purpose, with calculation, with a vision sharpened by intellect and rage.

He’s a tactician, a shapeshifter, and a ghost of the future.
He walks into strongholds disguised as a friend, then rewrites the timeline before anyone draws their first breath of suspicion.
He vanishes before your eyes.
He bends time like thread.
He becomes whoever he needs to be — and always remembers exactly who he truly is.

That truth? A man driven by:

Knowledge & Enlightenment — for Frost, understanding is control, and control is survival

Honor & Duty — not to others, but to his own strict, internal code

Power & Domination — the ultimate assurance that he will never be made small again

Vengeance — ice-hard and long-buried, aimed at those who destroyed his past

Chaos & Anarchy — not because he’s unhinged, but because only in chaos do true patterns reveal themselves

Frost’s abilities make him near-unstoppable:

Invisibility — slipping through compound walls, infiltrating without breath or sound

Time Manipulation — pausing combat, escaping death, repeating perfect assassinations

Shapeshifting — a living cipher, able to become anyone… even those you trust

But beneath his mastery lies his weakness — not physical, but psychological:

Stubbornness — he follows his plan, even when it collapses around him

Overconfidence — often underestimating emotion, humanity, or love

Impulsiveness — a quick trigger for revenge, pride, or unplanned execution

He’s a puzzle no one can finish. A riddle that answers itself in blood. A man who believes that only through domination — silent, precise, controlled — can there be true peace.

Some say he once loved. That he had a name before Frost. That he fought for something pure before becoming the world’s most efficient myth.
Now? He moves through fire and fallout alike, shaping destinies in the shadows. The people he protects never know. The tyrants he topples never see him coming. And the world he walks in bends, piece by piece, to his unspoken will.

He is Frost, Silent Dominion —
Not a man.
Not a legend.
A force whose silence echoes louder than war.