Lieu: Le Hellhole qui était autrefois le Wilcox Lodge
Interagir avec: Groupe deux: Mal, Grant, Olivia, Alice, Tessa, Everett  
Certains jours, Petyr n'a pas pu gagner.
La fête avait commencé très bien. Plus de gens que personne ne s'y attendait sont venus, y compris quelques vieux amis, et pratiquement personne n'avait même mentionné les déplaisirs récents. Les adultes sont partis un peu dans la soirée, laissant les lycéens à un beau feu de camp pour passer la nuit autour. Et puis, les choses étranges ont commencé. Tout a commencé avec Richard King qui s'est levé et s'est évanoui dans les bois. Peu de temps après, la merde proverbiale a frappé le fan dans tout son style traditionnel.
De nulle part Jade a commencé à lancer un ajustement. Ce qui l'avait rendue si stressée était impossible à dire, mais elle rugissait furieusement et frappait son pied sur le sol. Dans les secondes qui ont suivi le premier coup, Petyr s'est souvenu de la conversation de la veille avec Nina; Jade avait été l'une des personnes dont elle avait parlé avait reçu une certaine capacité. Peu de temps après, il a découvert exactement ce qu'elle était alors que le sol commençait à trembler et à se déplacer sous ses pieds. Un grand bouleversement s'ensuivit, le renversant et l'envoyant s'étaler. Quand il a réussi à se mettre aux pieds, la poussière et la fumée ont commencé à troubler la région. Tout ce qu'il pouvait voir, c'était ce qui était à peine devant lui, sauf pour la gigantesque fissure qui déchirait maintenant la région. Et, autant qu'il a essayé, la pensée rationnelle a refusé de venir à lui; il a été chassé de son esprit par un sentiment soudain de panique. Même son inquiétude pour Nina et Tess l'a quitté. Tout ce que Petyr pouvait penser c'était qu'il devait, non, qu'il devait s'enfuir aussi vite qu'il le pouvait!
Et il l'a fait. Il s'est retourné et s'est jeté dans les bois, essayant au mieux d'ignorer les cris. Il ne savait pas jusqu'où ses jambes le portaient. Dix, vingt, trente mètres? C'était impossible à dire. Mais finalement, la ruée de l'adrénaline alimentée par la peur s'est évanouie, et il a commencé à ralentir. Ses pas s'amenuisèrent à mesure que son souffle s'alourdissait, et bientôt il se tourna vers l'idée d'obtenir son sens de la direction. Le son des voix voisines a attiré son attention, dont plusieurs qu'il a reconnu. Il a marché sur quelques buissons et dans une petite zone où se tenaient plusieurs autres partisans, dont l'un était Tessa. Au moment où il s'approchait assez pour faire n'importe quoi mais la tape sur l'épaule et essayer d'être rassurant, Alice était venu courir en haut suivi d'un torrent de force qui l'a frappé de nouveau de ses pieds. Et puis une couvée de vignes noires et épinées est sortie en spirale du sol et les a enfermées. Et à en juger par ce qui s'est passé alors qu'Alice essayait de s'occuper d'eux, sortir de là serait loin d'être facile.
"Je ne sais pas à quel point la mienne va être bonne." C'était une demi-vérité, vraiment; le froid et la glace pouvaient s'avérer efficaces contre les plantes, mais il n'avait nulle part près de la capacité de le faire sur une telle grande échelle. De plus, quelque chose l'attaquait à toute la situation, surtout après que Grant ait mentionné ce qu'il pouvait faire. Mais si je vois l'occasion de faire quelque chose, je le prends."
Petyr Jelen

“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
-Faramir, The Two TowersThe Basics
|Name|
Petyr Silvich Jelen
|Nickname|
"Pete": Hates it. When asked why, his response is "It's a bastardization of a completely different name that happens to sound like mine. Don't call me it."
|Birth Date|
October 15th, 1997
|Age|
17
|Gender|
Male
|Sexuality|
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
|In Depth Appearance|
Petyr stands at 5'10", a little taller than his sister, but roughly average height for his age. He has dark brown hair that curls naturally around his head when it's long enough, and try as he might he can never seem to keep it in any kind of styling for long. He shaves regularly, but likes to keep a light amount of facial hair. In addition, he's a complete beanpole; very skinny, but not unhealthily so. He typically wears dark colors, lots of blacks, and enjoys wearing a button-up shirt over a plain t-shirt with cargo pants.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
None
Getting to Know Me
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Rock & Roll
✔ His sister
✔ Winter weather
✔ Pepperoni pizza
✔ Lord of the Rings
✔ His drum kit
✔ Blondes
✘ People who try to bully his sister
✘ Tattoos (not people who have them, the things themselves)
✘ Mornings
✘ The neighborhood Noise Curfew
✘ Small Town USA
✘ Never having known his mom
✘ Mushrooms (same as his sister)
|Hobbies|
Playing the drums, Listening to music, Reading
|Habits|
Tapping rhythmically on things, squatting when in deep thought, & walking backwards when conversing with someone while moving
|Fears|
☠Losing more of his family
☠Rejection & Failure
☠Dying
Delving Deeper
|Personality|
♦ Cheerful ♦ Protective ♦ Quick-Witted ♦ Anxious ♦
The best way to describe Petyr is to compare him to the snowy days he enjoys so much. On the surface, he usually seems very peaceful and collected, but that is because he's very good at hiding his internal struggles under a blanket of serenity. The actuality of it is that Petyr is a bit of an anxious mess, always worrying that he might not measure up in whatever way. When he puts his mind to it though, he does everything he can to pull through for the people he cares about.
|History|
It all happened so fast. One minute, Maria Jelen was on the delivery table having her baby boy coaxed out of her and into the world. Seven minutes after that, his sister followed. And then the problems happened. The monitors went crazy as the newly made mother began to struggle. The doctors cleared the babies and her husband to try and save her, but they would ultimately fail. Such was the first of many rough times that would eventually come upon the Jelen family.
Petyr and Nina's father was forced to take more hours at work to support his family as a single dad, leaving the twins very much in charge of themselves. They came to lean on one another, even more so than most siblings, as they grew up. Nina would let Petyr take the lead most of the time, and he would happily take it in his youth, but as he grew older her deference to and reliance on him would make him come to grips with the idea that he was the acting man of the house while their father was away. From there, the worrying started. What if he messed up? What if Nina or dad needed him to come through, and he couldn't? It was maddening, and it probably would have driven him into depression if he hadn't found a love for music.
Ever since he was 10, Petyr had loved the sound of rock and roll. Particularly the drums, how they resounded throughout an entire song. When he was 13, he decided he wanted his own kit. Knowing that his father couldn't afford it, Petyr took to taking small chores around town for small change; mow a lawn for $5, paint a wall for $7, but he really hit in the winter months when he would shovel snowy driveways for $10 each. Slowly but surely, he saved every penny he could make until he could afford a secondhand kit in decent condition. And then he practiced, at least as much as he could between school and the noise curfew. He would have joined a band at school, but there was no way to do that and hold his part-time job at the coffee shop, so he settled for continuing to practice at home. He isn't sure what he wants to do with his life, but he's fairly certain sticking with Nina will be part of whatever it ends up being.
|Family|
Silvester Jelen, Father. Age 47. Silvester raised his son and daughter the best he could on his own, however his world schedule was rather demanding and left the twins alone quite often. Petyr is closer to him than Nina is, but not by much.
Nina Jelen, sister. Age 17. Petyr’s best friend, and constant companion. They were born only seven minutes apart, but have not really separated from one another for very long. They always have each other’s backs, even if there are secrets they keep from each other (Petyr mainly keeps his deeper insecurities from her).
|Theme Song|
Untraveled Road by Thousand Foot Krutch
”So before we depart, let's leave a mark,
Because light shines brighter in the dark”
My Superpower
|Power Name|
Cryogenesis
|Power Descrption|
Petyr can create ice, snow, and freezing temperatures around him at will. 
|Drawbacks/Weaknesses|
Ice Petyr creates will melt at normal speed unless he constantly supplies it with cold, and warmer areas will require more energy to use his ability. Prolonged use can result in a sharp drop in his body temperature, and if invoked too much will result in hypothermia.