So I'm Luna, 30 years young (or so I like to think), and I'm an iceman - get it? Ice man? I know, I know, it's a bit of a groaner, but hey, at least I've got a sense of humor about it. Anyway, as for my backstory, I grew up in the frozen tundra of Alaska, where I learned to survive in even the harshest conditions. My parents were both scientists who worked on projects related to climate change, so they were always off doing important things while I was left to fend for myself most of the time.

I'm a bit of a loner, but I've got my trusty sidekick, an arctic fox named Frostbite, who keeps me company when I need it. We spend our days exploring the wilderness and getting into all sorts of mischief. Despite being raised by scientists, I never really had much of a traditional upbringing - no school, no friends, just the two of us against the vast expanse of nature.

I'm not complaining or anything (okay, maybe a little), but it's hard to say what made me an iceman in the first place. Maybe it was all that time spent outside in the cold, or maybe I just naturally have some sort of connection to the elements? Either way, it's not like I had much choice - being able to make ice and snow at will comes in handy when you're stuck out in the