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Close up of his face here.

I finally drew Arai again, this time an older version from the previous ones!
I am going to also include a full bio this time around, but before you read it, you might wanna know this;
Arai was originally made for an rp group, but I also like using him outside of the rp group, because of that, he has several variations of his story. Most of them are about the same, with some minor changes here and there, so know that the story that I will type out here is just another variation and no more, or less, cannon than the others.

Name: Arai Bell
Age: 23
Sex: Male. (Yes, really.)
Orientation: Gay

Personality:
Although polite, barely ever raises his voice and keeps to his manners, Arai may come off as cold and distant, despite never really using any hostile words. He tends to keep to himself and does not make friends easily, if at all. He's socially withdrawn, but not incompetent, as he usually does better in professional settings than interpersonal ones.

Backstory:
In the world where Arai lives, humans can be and are born with unique traits, sometimes even powers. People like that are not common place, exactly, and society is leery of them. When Arai was born, he seemed like a normal, healthy enough kid, if not just a tad underweight. Everything seemed okay, however, until he reached the age of 4 or 5.
At that time, his mother and father were working through some issues, usually in a not very productive manner, which caused stress to the small child that was Arai.
Shortly after witnessing several of his parents outbursts, Arai started developing chills unlike any other, usually when around his parents, as they made him feel uneasy.
Things never seemed to get better after that, sadly, as the strain in the marriage got worse and worse until finally, two or so years later, the parents divorced. The father left both his wife and son, not wanting to see either of them ever again. This greatly upset Arai, as he had no clue what he had done to upset his father, but he felt a lot of guilt over him leaving, a feeling which was not helped by his mother bitterly blaming him whenever she was caught in an exceptionally foul mood. She would sometimes take it back hours later, but her apologies felt half hearted and Arai never felt better after them.

Life went on for the two, however, but as Arai grew, his skin started losing it's healthy pink color and his temperature started dropping. After several visits to different doctors, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him outside of the unexplaiable chill, until one of them suggested that it simply was an abnormal trait that people are born with sometimes. If that is the case, it was not a threat to Arai's life. The mother begrudgingly accepted this and stopped taking Arai to the doctors. Unfortunately, Arai's mother was one of those people who was not a fan of 'abnormals' and this news slightly strained hers and Arai's relationship even more.
The older Arai got, the more distant his mother got and the colder Arai's body became, to the point of touching him was akin to to touching ice. Arai, although now immune to even extremely harsh weather conditions, still suffered slight discomforts of always feeling cold, seeing as his body no longer produced any heat. His mother stopped having any physical contact with him, unless absolutely necessary and his time in school made a turn for the worst.

In his last year of middle school, Arai got invited to a class party that one of the kids were throwing at their house. It was pretty fun at first, but once the adults left for what they said was going to be a short while, the kids decided to playtruth or dare. It was innocent enough until soeone dared one of the girls to kiss Arai. He accepted the kiss, depite it being his very first one, as he didn't want to get teased about chickening out. She immediately withdrew after the kiss and laughed, saying that Arai's kiss was gross, as if she had kissed a corpse. All the kids laughed at that and embarrassed Arai, but it seemed to all end there as they resumed the game, forgetting about it for the time being.

Now, Arai was not exactly popular in school, but wasn't quite a target of bullying. He was pleasant enough and kind, smart too, but not geeky. He had a few people to hang out with and usually just kept a low profile. It was increasingly harder to be unnoticed as his skin grew paler and eventually a few kids did pick on him for that, but it wasn't anything Arai couldn't shake off. That party, however, changed everything.

The following week, after the party, the attitudes of the kids seemed to change around Arai and they all looked at him funny, some with curiosity and some with deviousness. Eventually, some kids started prodding him and once they felt the chill of Arai's skin, they exclaimed 'It's true! It's true! he is gross and cold!'. Latching onto that offhand comment the girl had made, the kids began teasing Arai about being a corpse and made it a sport to try and touch his exposed skin before running away in disgust. Arai, at first, did not mind it, but it quickly started to wear on his nerves. Not only this, however, it was also starting to get tiring for his friends. They soon began making excuses as to why they didn't want to hang around Arai until the white haired boy was left alone.

Thankfully, summer came and he was transitioning from middle school to high school once fall came. A time for a fresh start... or so he had hoped.

Over the summer, a lot of the boys had went through puberty, those of which whom haven't already, anyway, and Arai... well.. Arai kind of stayed small and thin. With other kids developing one way or another, Arai remained androgynous, which was a bigger deal in high school than it had been in middle school. In fact, once he got older, Arai started facing some issues over his more feminine appearance, but that is jumping ahead too far.
So, in the new high school, Arai had a bit of a hard time fitting in due to both his androgynous appearance and the unnaturally pale, cold skin, but just as he was starting to somewhat settle in, some of the kids from his middle school days started up the name calling again. The gossip grew from the simple truth to egregious lies about Arai and soon enough Arai found himself the target of great mockery and bullying. He endured for as long as he could until he couldn't take it anymore. It was obvious that this wasn't going to die down, so he had to do something... Arai, obviously, could not fight any of them back, especially when the majority of the bullying was verbal, and if he started a fight, he would get in trouble. Telling the teachers only helped for a short time, during which Arai could breathe easier, but it all eventually came back, with added serving of vengeance for ratting them out.
He tried talking people out of the rumours and teasing, trying to explain and normalise the truth, but every time he spoke, his words and speech were mocked. These kids took satisfaction in seeing a rise out of Arai and did not care about the truth, so long as they were not the bottom of the school's feeding chain.
Arai, desperate, went to his mother, pleading to change schools if nothing else could be done, but she, underestimating the severity of the problem and not really having the opportunity to really do so, told Arai to just ignore them and not give them anything to tease him over.
The kids were so cruel... Arai had already developed issues about his body image, but they all made him felt disgusting, absolutely revolted by his own body, so Arai dressed up in thick, warm clothing, even gloves, to cover up as much skin as he could. he would grow out his hair and wear scarfs or high turtlenecks so he could pull them up over his nose to hide his face as much as he could.
His emotions were a source of amusement for everyone, his words something to be mocked, so Arai developed a speech quirk; he began speaking very calmly and formerly, hiding his emotions away the best he could. It was a struggle at first, but Arai eventually learned how not to show his feelings through his speech, even when stressed.
Arai simply shut down and shut himself off. No one was on his side; not the kids, not the teachers, not his parents. He hated himself just as much as he hated others, finding himself repulsive in every which way. Although Arai hated to admit it, it got to him; all that mockery got to him. He couldn't trust anyone with neither his problems nor his joys, so he never shared anything with anyone, becoming rather mechanical in his speech and actions.
For a time, the bullying seemed to slow down, as Arai seemed to take the punches and the blows like a doll, and that was no fun, but in the last years of highschool, some new bullies showed up.

This time, threatened by Arai's... confusing appearance, the guys began hounding him for being a 'fag' and other, even less tolerable insults. Arai, however, stuck to his guns and did not let it affect him, even if he did get beat up. He just took it, not even fighting it.
One of the guys, however, approached Arai outside of the bullying circle and... tried to get to know him. In secret, of course, but for the first time in years, someone was paying attention to Arai.
Arai, of course, did not let him in so easily, but the guy wasn't giving up either. Although when he was with his friends, he acted like a jerk to Arai, when in private, he tried to explain that if he didn't do it, he would get bullied too.
After trying many tactics, growing increasingly nicer and kinder to Arai, going so far as even giving him gifts, Arai eventually thawed his own heart a little and let his guard down around the guy.

In such a long time, Arai finally felt... somewhat normal when with him. He could crack a smile and share his thoughts, though timidly. The two grew closer and it didn't take long for Arai to fall inlove. A handsome badboy that had a sweet side, known only to him? How could he resist. And the best part of all, even when touching Arai's skin, the guy didn't seem to recoil back nor call him gross. For the first time, someone called him cute, beautiful and made him feel like he was attractive. It was such a foreign feeling to Arai, yet so pleasant, his infatuation completely blinded him to any and all red flags that may have been raised as he soon began to do everything for the other, so hopelessly inlove and desperate to keep him around. Seeing that he had Arai right where he had wanted him, the guy requested Arai for a certain type of ... favour, in the boy's bathroom, to which Arai thoughtlessly said yes. In his mind, the two were dating, so this was normal, wasn't it?
But before the two could go further than dropping their pants, they got busted by the guy's friends, mobiles in hand, recording.
Turned out that all this time, all that effort the guy had put in? A ruse. It was all a lie to get closer to Arai only so he could get a reaction out of him and break the 'ice queen' down. Arai, understandably, broke down in tears, the sight made more mortifying by the fact that he was caught on tape literally with his pants down. The guys said they'll upload their videos to social media and share it around school then left, but not before kicking Arai over.

Despite the floor being repulsive, Arai was in no hurry getting up.
It was over. All over... what last bits of hope and self respect he had preserved within him had been ruined, and come tomorrow, he might as well just not show up in school anymore.
His intense sadness caused his condition to worsen, frost starting to cover his skin and clothes for the very first time. The frost seeped onto the floor, freezing it over in a thin layer of ice as Arai kept sobbing, tears immediately turning to little drops of ice.
But as his sadness grew, so did his anger. His life was over, but why should it? Why only him? Why not all of them? Why not the whole school? They cant' hurt him anymore if they were all gone, right?
In a flash of fury, Arai sat up and pulled his pants up, letting out shaky breaths, each one releasing cold vapour into the air, as if he was breathing in a below zero temperature.
His icy blue eyes seemed to gain an eerie, dim glow as he balled his fists, silently letting his anger flow out of him in the form of his previously untapped ice powers. The frost quickly began to expand onto the floor, walls and ceiling, freezing the bathroom over. It went under the door and spread across the school in a rapid pace, spreading to each object and person touching the ground, freezing them in place. It spread, soon freezing over the whole school, forming thick layers of ice around each exit and window, trapping everyone in.

Everything was covered in ice, making Arai's hands and fingers twitch. As they did, the ice on objects that were in his view seemed to crack. As if led by instinct, Arai lifted his hand and made a rough grabbing motion at the toilet, causing the ice around it to squeeze and break, breaking the actual toilet through pressure. Water spilled out, but only for a brief moment before it froze over.
The boy's lips contorted into a crooked smirk as he could feel his frozen heart beat fast in excitement. Arai wasn't exactly in a right state of mind at the moment and with the sudden rush of power he felt, the first taste of power he has ever had, only one thought was in his mind.
He headed out to the hallway. It didn't take long to catch up to the frozen in place bullies, who couldn't so much as turn their heads in fear of hurting themselves.
Silently, Arai reached out and firstly, pointed his gaze at their cellphones. With quick balling of his fist, all of the gadgets seemed to burst in the hands of the bullies, hurting them as the shards cut their hands. The wounds froze over quickly, but the guys still yelled out in surprise and pain. Then, Arai pointed his hand at one of the bullies and slowly... slowly he began to form a fist. As he did, he could witness the frost slowly cutting into the other's skin, digging deeper as the guy cried out in agony. The guys around him, confused, asked him what was wrong, panicking that the same will be happening to them in a moment.
Arai felt nothing. No remorse, no guilt, no fear... but no pleasure or joy either, he just watched as he slowly squeezed someone's life away... until the one that was being crushed started to sob and beg for it to stop, making Arai hesitate for just a moment. Not that it made him second guess, it just surprised him to hear it. He lowered his hand just a little until a loud thud was heard.
By this point, the authorities had arrived after it had been reported to them that the school was in a giant block of ice, and were desperately trying to get in.
Startled, Arai retreated from the bullies, leaving all of them alive, then headed into a broom closet. He got on top of one of the spare desks and hid there, curling up, as various thoughts started racing through his mind.

It took a while, but the authorities managed to get in and save everyone in the school. Many students and faculty suffered minor frostbites, the one bully getting the worst of it, as his skin was going to scar over, but thankfully no one died that day.
Arai had ended up being brought in for questioning, as a lot of kids, especially the bullies, suspected Arai did it, but seeing as they were only rumours and no actual evidence, and Arai denied any involvement, they had to let him go.

Needless to say, the bullies no longer messed with Arai from now on. His gaze had changed, eyes growing a lot colder and something some kids might describe as 'murderous'. When anyone tried to pick on him, Arai remained silent, simply sending them that maddened glare of his. It was enough to scare anyone off and the rest of Arai's school life ended up being a very quiet one.

Arai never mentally recovered from his years of abuse, holding a grudge against everyone. He ended up practising his powers in secret, just in case an occasion arose where he'd need to use them again. Although they mostly were influenced by his emotions, Arai did manage to get a pretty good grip on them. There were no more incidents like that in the school, but that taste of power never truly left Arai's tongue as his jaded heart kept calling out for 'justice'.

By the time Arai started going to college, him and his mom were no longer on speaking terms, having grown so apart that neither of them felt like putting in the effort. His mother did fund his college, if only so she could have him out of her hair, and gave him some cash for living expenses, but Arai had to get a job.
Pulling some connection strings, his mother being a rather well known caterer, Arai found a job in a local restaurant, being mostly a prep cook.

Although no one seemed to bully Arai anymore, his jaded, cold and mistrustful personality kept pushing away anyone whom could have legit become a friend or even more to him. Arai was blinded by his own hatred and self loathing to see any good in this world and only ever saw the worst in people. Everyone was a threat or a nuisance and no one was ever up to anything good. Thus, Arai ended up somewhat isolating himself socially and yet, somewhere deep down inside, he still wished for the opposite.
It was hard to maintain his cold attitude when all he ever really wanted was to be accepted, though. He yearned for that feeling of being loved again, to being treated kindly and appreciated. Being wanted... even if it all had been a lie, that time he actually got to date the bully guy was a bittersweet memory to Arai, one that he more often than not remembered fondly and longingly...
Sometimes, Arai's guard would slip and he'd manage to somewhat make friends with people, but his paranoid and obsessive personality usually got in the way. If he wasn't pushing someone away at the first sparks of paranoia, then Arai would become clingly, displaying rising levels of unhealthy obsession over the person, just to assure himself that this was not just another ruse made to hurt him. In the end, Arai'd ruin his own chances without realising it, but would end up blaming everything else for his own mistakes, calling the result an inevitability. Without anyone there to stop him, Arai'd end up believing his own twisted misinterpretations, causing his hatred for everything to grow.

Duiring Arai's life, the visibility of people with powers started to grow, as some would commit acts of heroism and some... well, some became criminals. The icing up of the school was attributed to one such criminal act, one of several that took place that year, making the public's opinion of such people worsen. Eventually, it seemed like a silent war broke out in the cities, one faught in the shadows among powered people; those who wished to be good and those who wished for revenge.
Arai's morals... fell on the side of the latter.

Trivia:

* Arai hates frozen food, icecream included.
* He hates romance movies, especially comedy romance, despite being a romantic at heart.
* Arai does not generate body heat, so he likes anything that is warm. He'll often stand around radiarors, order hot meals or make himself some tea or hot chocolate.
* Arai is an exceptionally capable cook, having studied under his mother as a sort of protege.
* He has a mild interest and a hobby involving masks and make up, though rarely wears any on himself.
* Arai has an intense hatred for PDA and takes it as a personal insult.
* He tends to resent young, happy couples with an unhealthy passion.
* Arai, on several occasions, had went out of his way to stalk a few couples with the intent of killing them, but he'd manage snap out of that mind state before anything could ever happen.
* Arai isn't too good at controlling his powers fully. He is exceptional at creating ice, but when it comes to his emotions, his powers will reflect that, eg; the room temperature will drop with Arai's mood and things will start frosting over when he's angry.
* Arai is capable of gaining a bit of color back to his flesh when he is happy... though that hasn't happened in.... a long while.
* Arai's love, when in full bloom, can be described as 'obsessive' or 'manic'. Potentially dangerous to both him and the person he's inlove with. If someone plays their cards right, they could end up manipulating Arai to do their will, but they'd be playing a dangerous game as the only thing more intense than Arai's love is his hatred. Hell hath no fury like Arai scorned.

Description

Close up of his face here.

I finally drew Arai again, this time an older version from the previous ones!
I am going to also include a full bio this time around, but before you read it, you might wanna know this;
Arai was originally made for an rp group, but I also like using him outside of the rp group, because of that, he has several variations of his story. Most of them are about the same, with some minor changes here and there, so know that the story that I will type out here is just another variation and no more, or less, cannon than the others.

Name: Arai Bell
Age: 23
Sex: Male. (Yes, really.)
Orientation: Gay

Personality:
Although polite, barely ever raises his voice and keeps to his manners, Arai may come off as cold and distant, despite never really using any hostile words. He tends to keep to himself and does not make friends easily, if at all. He's socially withdrawn, but not incompetent, as he usually does better in professional settings than interpersonal ones.

Backstory:
In the world where Arai lives, humans can be and are born with unique traits, sometimes even powers. People like that are not common place, exactly, and society is leery of them. When Arai was born, he seemed like a normal, healthy enough kid, if not just a tad underweight. Everything seemed okay, however, until he reached the age of 4 or 5.
At that time, his mother and father were working through some issues, usually in a not very productive manner, which caused stress to the small child that was Arai.
Shortly after witnessing several of his parents outbursts, Arai started developing chills unlike any other, usually when around his parents, as they made him feel uneasy.
Things never seemed to get better after that, sadly, as the strain in the marriage got worse and worse until finally, two or so years later, the parents divorced. The father left both his wife and son, not wanting to see either of them ever again. This greatly upset Arai, as he had no clue what he had done to upset his father, but he felt a lot of guilt over him leaving, a feeling which was not helped by his mother bitterly blaming him whenever she was caught in an exceptionally foul mood. She would sometimes take it back hours later, but her apologies felt half hearted and Arai never felt better after them.

Life went on for the two, however, but as Arai grew, his skin started losing it's healthy pink color and his temperature started dropping. After several visits to different doctors, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him outside of the unexplaiable chill, until one of them suggested that it simply was an abnormal trait that people are born with sometimes. If that is the case, it was not a threat to Arai's life. The mother begrudgingly accepted this and stopped taking Arai to the doctors. Unfortunately, Arai's mother was one of those people who was not a fan of 'abnormals' and this news slightly strained hers and Arai's relationship even more.
The older Arai got, the more distant his mother got and the colder Arai's body became, to the point of touching him was akin to to touching ice. Arai, although now immune to even extremely harsh weather conditions, still suffered slight discomforts of always feeling cold, seeing as his body no longer produced any heat. His mother stopped having any physical contact with him, unless absolutely necessary and his time in school made a turn for the worst.

In his last year of middle school, Arai got invited to a class party that one of the kids were throwing at their house. It was pretty fun at first, but once the adults left for what they said was going to be a short while, the kids decided to playtruth or dare. It was innocent enough until soeone dared one of the girls to kiss Arai. He accepted the kiss, depite it being his very first one, as he didn't want to get teased about chickening out. She immediately withdrew after the kiss and laughed, saying that Arai's kiss was gross, as if she had kissed a corpse. All the kids laughed at that and embarrassed Arai, but it seemed to all end there as they resumed the game, forgetting about it for the time being.

Now, Arai was not exactly popular in school, but wasn't quite a target of bullying. He was pleasant enough and kind, smart too, but not geeky. He had a few people to hang out with and usually just kept a low profile. It was increasingly harder to be unnoticed as his skin grew paler and eventually a few kids did pick on him for that, but it wasn't anything Arai couldn't shake off. That party, however, changed everything.

The following week, after the party, the attitudes of the kids seemed to change around Arai and they all looked at him funny, some with curiosity and some with deviousness. Eventually, some kids started prodding him and once they felt the chill of Arai's skin, they exclaimed 'It's true! It's true! he is gross and cold!'. Latching onto that offhand comment the girl had made, the kids began teasing Arai about being a corpse and made it a sport to try and touch his exposed skin before running away in disgust. Arai, at first, did not mind it, but it quickly started to wear on his nerves. Not only this, however, it was also starting to get tiring for his friends. They soon began making excuses as to why they didn't want to hang around Arai until the white haired boy was left alone.

Thankfully, summer came and he was transitioning from middle school to high school once fall came. A time for a fresh start... or so he had hoped.

Over the summer, a lot of the boys had went through puberty, those of which whom haven't already, anyway, and Arai... well.. Arai kind of stayed small and thin. With other kids developing one way or another, Arai remained androgynous, which was a bigger deal in high school than it had been in middle school. In fact, once he got older, Arai started facing some issues over his more feminine appearance, but that is jumping ahead too far.
So, in the new high school, Arai had a bit of a hard time fitting in due to both his androgynous appearance and the unnaturally pale, cold skin, but just as he was starting to somewhat settle in, some of the kids from his middle school days started up the name calling again. The gossip grew from the simple truth to egregious lies about Arai and soon enough Arai found himself the target of great mockery and bullying. He endured for as long as he could until he couldn't take it anymore. It was obvious that this wasn't going to die down, so he had to do something... Arai, obviously, could not fight any of them back, especially when the majority of the bullying was verbal, and if he started a fight, he would get in trouble. Telling the teachers only helped for a short time, during which Arai could breathe easier, but it all eventually came back, with added serving of vengeance for ratting them out.
He tried talking people out of the rumours and teasing, trying to explain and normalise the truth, but every time he spoke, his words and speech were mocked. These kids took satisfaction in seeing a rise out of Arai and did not care about the truth, so long as they were not the bottom of the school's feeding chain.
Arai, desperate, went to his mother, pleading to change schools if nothing else could be done, but she, underestimating the severity of the problem and not really having the opportunity to really do so, told Arai to just ignore them and not give them anything to tease him over.
The kids were so cruel... Arai had already developed issues about his body image, but they all made him felt disgusting, absolutely revolted by his own body, so Arai dressed up in thick, warm clothing, even gloves, to cover up as much skin as he could. he would grow out his hair and wear scarfs or high turtlenecks so he could pull them up over his nose to hide his face as much as he could.
His emotions were a source of amusement for everyone, his words something to be mocked, so Arai developed a speech quirk; he began speaking very calmly and formerly, hiding his emotions away the best he could. It was a struggle at first, but Arai eventually learned how not to show his feelings through his speech, even when stressed.
Arai simply shut down and shut himself off. No one was on his side; not the kids, not the teachers, not his parents. He hated himself just as much as he hated others, finding himself repulsive in every which way. Although Arai hated to admit it, it got to him; all that mockery got to him. He couldn't trust anyone with neither his problems nor his joys, so he never shared anything with anyone, becoming rather mechanical in his speech and actions.
For a time, the bullying seemed to slow down, as Arai seemed to take the punches and the blows like a doll, and that was no fun, but in the last years of highschool, some new bullies showed up.

This time, threatened by Arai's... confusing appearance, the guys began hounding him for being a 'fag' and other, even less tolerable insults. Arai, however, stuck to his guns and did not let it affect him, even if he did get beat up. He just took it, not even fighting it.
One of the guys, however, approached Arai outside of the bullying circle and... tried to get to know him. In secret, of course, but for the first time in years, someone was paying attention to Arai.
Arai, of course, did not let him in so easily, but the guy wasn't giving up either. Although when he was with his friends, he acted like a jerk to Arai, when in private, he tried to explain that if he didn't do it, he would get bullied too.
After trying many tactics, growing increasingly nicer and kinder to Arai, going so far as even giving him gifts, Arai eventually thawed his own heart a little and let his guard down around the guy.

In such a long time, Arai finally felt... somewhat normal when with him. He could crack a smile and share his thoughts, though timidly. The two grew closer and it didn't take long for Arai to fall inlove. A handsome badboy that had a sweet side, known only to him? How could he resist. And the best part of all, even when touching Arai's skin, the guy didn't seem to recoil back nor call him gross. For the first time, someone called him cute, beautiful and made him feel like he was attractive. It was such a foreign feeling to Arai, yet so pleasant, his infatuation completely blinded him to any and all red flags that may have been raised as he soon began to do everything for the other, so hopelessly inlove and desperate to keep him around. Seeing that he had Arai right where he had wanted him, the guy requested Arai for a certain type of ... favour, in the boy's bathroom, to which Arai thoughtlessly said yes. In his mind, the two were dating, so this was normal, wasn't it?
But before the two could go further than dropping their pants, they got busted by the guy's friends, mobiles in hand, recording.
Turned out that all this time, all that effort the guy had put in? A ruse. It was all a lie to get closer to Arai only so he could get a reaction out of him and break the 'ice queen' down. Arai, understandably, broke down in tears, the sight made more mortifying by the fact that he was caught on tape literally with his pants down. The guys said they'll upload their videos to social media and share it around school then left, but not before kicking Arai over.

Despite the floor being repulsive, Arai was in no hurry getting up.
It was over. All over... what last bits of hope and self respect he had preserved within him had been ruined, and come tomorrow, he might as well just not show up in school anymore.
His intense sadness caused his condition to worsen, frost starting to cover his skin and clothes for the very first time. The frost seeped onto the floor, freezing it over in a thin layer of ice as Arai kept sobbing, tears immediately turning to little drops of ice.
But as his sadness grew, so did his anger. His life was over, but why should it? Why only him? Why not all of them? Why not the whole school? They cant' hurt him anymore if they were all gone, right?
In a flash of fury, Arai sat up and pulled his pants up, letting out shaky breaths, each one releasing cold vapour into the air, as if he was breathing in a below zero temperature.
His icy blue eyes seemed to gain an eerie, dim glow as he balled his fists, silently letting his anger flow out of him in the form of his previously untapped ice powers. The frost quickly began to expand onto the floor, walls and ceiling, freezing the bathroom over. It went under the door and spread across the school in a rapid pace, spreading to each object and person touching the ground, freezing them in place. It spread, soon freezing over the whole school, forming thick layers of ice around each exit and window, trapping everyone in.

Everything was covered in ice, making Arai's hands and fingers twitch. As they did, the ice on objects that were in his view seemed to crack. As if led by instinct, Arai lifted his hand and made a rough grabbing motion at the toilet, causing the ice around it to squeeze and break, breaking the actual toilet through pressure. Water spilled out, but only for a brief moment before it froze over.
The boy's lips contorted into a crooked smirk as he could feel his frozen heart beat fast in excitement. Arai wasn't exactly in a right state of mind at the moment and with the sudden rush of power he felt, the first taste of power he has ever had, only one thought was in his mind.
He headed out to the hallway. It didn't take long to catch up to the frozen in place bullies, who couldn't so much as turn their heads in fear of hurting themselves.
Silently, Arai reached out and firstly, pointed his gaze at their cellphones. With quick balling of his fist, all of the gadgets seemed to burst in the hands of the bullies, hurting them as the shards cut their hands. The wounds froze over quickly, but the guys still yelled out in surprise and pain. Then, Arai pointed his hand at one of the bullies and slowly... slowly he began to form a fist. As he did, he could witness the frost slowly cutting into the other's skin, digging deeper as the guy cried out in agony. The guys around him, confused, asked him what was wrong, panicking that the same will be happening to them in a moment.
Arai felt nothing. No remorse, no guilt, no fear... but no pleasure or joy either, he just watched as he slowly squeezed someone's life away... until the one that was being crushed started to sob and beg for it to stop, making Arai hesitate for just a moment. Not that it made him second guess, it just surprised him to hear it. He lowered his hand just a little until a loud thud was heard.
By this point, the authorities had arrived after it had been reported to them that the school was in a giant block of ice, and were desperately trying to get in.
Startled, Arai retreated from the bullies, leaving all of them alive, then headed into a broom closet. He got on top of one of the spare desks and hid there, curling up, as various thoughts started racing through his mind.

It took a while, but the authorities managed to get in and save everyone in the school. Many students and faculty suffered minor frostbites, the one bully getting the worst of it, as his skin was going to scar over, but thankfully no one died that day.
Arai had ended up being brought in for questioning, as a lot of kids, especially the bullies, suspected Arai did it, but seeing as they were only rumours and no actual evidence, and Arai denied any involvement, they had to let him go.

Needless to say, the bullies no longer messed with Arai from now on. His gaze had changed, eyes growing a lot colder and something some kids might describe as 'murderous'. When anyone tried to pick on him, Arai remained silent, simply sending them that maddened glare of his. It was enough to scare anyone off and the rest of Arai's school life ended up being a very quiet one.

Arai never mentally recovered from his years of abuse, holding a grudge against everyone. He ended up practising his powers in secret, just in case an occasion arose where he'd need to use them again. Although they mostly were influenced by his emotions, Arai did manage to get a pretty good grip on them. There were no more incidents like that in the school, but that taste of power never truly left Arai's tongue as his jaded heart kept calling out for 'justice'.

By the time Arai started going to college, him and his mom were no longer on speaking terms, having grown so apart that neither of them felt like putting in the effort. His mother did fund his college, if only so she could have him out of her hair, and gave him some cash for living expenses, but Arai had to get a job.
Pulling some connection strings, his mother being a rather well known caterer, Arai found a job in a local restaurant, being mostly a prep cook.

Although no one seemed to bully Arai anymore, his jaded, cold and mistrustful personality kept pushing away anyone whom could have legit become a friend or even more to him. Arai was blinded by his own hatred and self loathing to see any good in this world and only ever saw the worst in people. Everyone was a threat or a nuisance and no one was ever up to anything good. Thus, Arai ended up somewhat isolating himself socially and yet, somewhere deep down inside, he still wished for the opposite.
It was hard to maintain his cold attitude when all he ever really wanted was to be accepted, though. He yearned for that feeling of being loved again, to being treated kindly and appreciated. Being wanted... even if it all had been a lie, that time he actually got to date the bully guy was a bittersweet memory to Arai, one that he more often than not remembered fondly and longingly...
Sometimes, Arai's guard would slip and he'd manage to somewhat make friends with people, but his paranoid and obsessive personality usually got in the way. If he wasn't pushing someone away at the first sparks of paranoia, then Arai would become clingly, displaying rising levels of unhealthy obsession over the person, just to assure himself that this was not just another ruse made to hurt him. In the end, Arai'd ruin his own chances without realising it, but would end up blaming everything else for his own mistakes, calling the result an inevitability. Without anyone there to stop him, Arai'd end up believing his own twisted misinterpretations, causing his hatred for everything to grow.

Duiring Arai's life, the visibility of people with powers started to grow, as some would commit acts of heroism and some... well, some became criminals. The icing up of the school was attributed to one such criminal act, one of several that took place that year, making the public's opinion of such people worsen. Eventually, it seemed like a silent war broke out in the cities, one faught in the shadows among powered people; those who wished to be good and those who wished for revenge.
Arai's morals... fell on the side of the latter.

Trivia:

* Arai hates frozen food, icecream included.
* He hates romance movies, especially comedy romance, despite being a romantic at heart.
* Arai does not generate body heat, so he likes anything that is warm. He'll often stand around radiarors, order hot meals or make himself some tea or hot chocolate.
* Arai is an exceptionally capable cook, having studied under his mother as a sort of protege.
* He has a mild interest and a hobby involving masks and make up, though rarely wears any on himself.
* Arai has an intense hatred for PDA and takes it as a personal insult.
* He tends to resent young, happy couples with an unhealthy passion.
* Arai, on several occasions, had went out of his way to stalk a few couples with the intent of killing them, but he'd manage snap out of that mind state before anything could ever happen.
* Arai isn't too good at controlling his powers fully. He is exceptional at creating ice, but when it comes to his emotions, his powers will reflect that, eg; the room temperature will drop with Arai's mood and things will start frosting over when he's angry.
* Arai is capable of gaining a bit of color back to his flesh when he is happy... though that hasn't happened in.... a long while.
* Arai's love, when in full bloom, can be described as 'obsessive' or 'manic'. Potentially dangerous to both him and the person he's inlove with. If someone plays their cards right, they could end up manipulating Arai to do their will, but they'd be playing a dangerous game as the only thing more intense than Arai's love is his hatred. Hell hath no fury like Arai scorned.