Frostia Ace is an elderly human with a shadowy past as an assassin and butler, now seeking a “peaceful” life as an adventurer within Bromocorah Inc., where he takes on a caretaker role for the guild. At 5’11”, Frostia has the lean, wiry frame of a man who’s spent decades honing his stealth and precision, though his age shows in the slight stoop of his shoulders and the deliberate way he moves. His pale, weathered skin is marked with faint scars, most hidden beneath his clothing, and his sharp, ice-blue eyes still hold the calculating glint of a killer, though they soften with warmth when he tends to his guildmates. His short, silver hair is neatly combed back, and a well-groomed mustache adds a touch of refinement to his otherwise rugged appearance, a nod to his butler days.
Frostia’s attire blends his past roles with his current life as an adventurer. He wears a tailored, dark gray butler’s uniform, its edges frayed but meticulously maintained, with polished silver buttons engraved with a small ace of spades—a subtle reminder of his codename as an assassin. Over this, a lightweight, black leather coat provides protection without hindering his agility, its inner pockets lined with throwing knives and lockpicks he can’t quite bring himself to part with. His trousers are pressed but practical, tucked into polished boots that muffle his steps, and a small, silver pocket watch hangs from his vest, a keepsake from his butler days that he checks obsessively to keep the group on schedule. A rapier with a simple, elegant hilt hangs at his hip, its blade still razor-sharp, and a small satchel contains basic supplies—bandages, tea leaves, and a flask of brandy—for “emergencies.”
Frostia’s past as an assassin and butler shapes his current role in Bromocorah Inc. Once a rogue who served as a butler by day and killed by night, he now seeks peace through adventuring, though his definition of “peaceful” often involves expertly slitting an enemy’s throat before serving tea to his guildmates. His assassin skills—stealth, precision strikes, and an uncanny ability to vanish in a crowd—make him a deadly asset in combat, but he’s more often seen tending to the group’s needs, whether it’s bandaging wounds, brewing tea, or ensuring everyone’s gear is polished. He and Argetha share an intertwined past, both having been assassins in the darkworld, and there’s a quiet understanding between them—neither speaks of their shared history, but they exchange knowing glances, and Frostia often takes her cookies to distribute to the group, a silent acknowledgment of their bond.