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Frost (14, Resistance)
Introduction:

I woke with fresh snow on my face. A mist had settled over the city, and everything was peaceful. Except that I didn't know who I was. I had no memories whatsoever, but I could imagine having them. I could picture dinner with my nonexistent family, see myself getting up for school in the morning...but I don't know that I ever had those things. Who was I?

Wandering through the park was a strange experience. First of all, I knew everyone's names. I would just look at them...and their entire identity popped into my mind. Their personality, their social standing, etc. I was sure that I hadn't met any of them. But there I was, waving at someone and saying, "Hello, Mr. Cartwright! How are you today?" Odd. Right now, I wasn't panicking. All I wanted was some food.