I am looking for someone who would be willing to play Jack. The storyline is below.
Once, long ago, Jack Frost had a believer. This believer, a scrawny viking teen by the name of Hiccup, meant the world to Jack, and the feeling was mutual on Hiccup’s part. Through the years they fell in love, and though the fact that Jack was invisible to all the others of his tribe made their relationship a bit difficult to maintain, their love for each other was strong, and their relationship soon became equally so. After what seemed like ages, Hiccup managed to convince the others that Jack was real, and now the whole village could see him. They were overjoyed.
Unfortunately for the two beloveds, Hiccup died young, and Jack doesn’t even know how it happened. All he knows is he left for a single day, and when he returned, he was the one to find Hiccup dead on the floor of his house. He was heartbroken. In his grief he left the village of believers, unable to stay in the place where his true love died. He never wanted to set foot on the island again, for he would be haunted by memories of the past whenever he paid a visit, and all he would be able to see when he closed his eyes was the burning ship in the distance, Hiccup’s corpse under a sheet on the deck. He flew away from Berk and never returned, trying so hard to bury the pain. It was too much for him to handle. Though centuries past, the heartache was always there. He could hide it all he liked, but he would never be able to fully move on.
However, he was provided some distraction when he was chosen to be a Guardian. Though reluctant to accept the responsibility, he went to aid the Guardians when Pitch, the Boogeyman, attacked the Tooth Palace. North had warned him that Pitch was ruthless and cunning, and he had no doubt learned that Jack had been chosen to be a Guardian, and would have found a weakness to use against him. Jack thinks he’s prepared. How bad can it possibly be, right? He can’t think of any major weaknesses off the bat. As the Guardians and Pitch argue back and forth, Jack begins to lower his guard. It appeared Pitch hadn’t found a weakness to use to his advantage. He wasn’t expecting what came next.
“Ah, yes, there is actually someone I would like you to meet,” Pitch drawls with a smirk, his hands clasped behind his back, “Come into the light, would you, my dear?”
There was silence for a moment, and then:
“…Of course.” A figure melts out of the shadows, a figure with grey tinted skin that was covered in dark freckles, a mess of black hair atop his head and a cloak of darkness. The most interesting trait he, for the figure was a he, possessed was his eyes. Large and giving off the impression of once being bright, they were a shade of green that would put emeralds to shame, rings of a lustrous yellow circling the pupil and the rim of the iris, bars of gold crossing between the two rings and leaving only sections of green visible, as if trapping the jade inside. Jack’s heart just about stops as he sets eyes on the boy he thought he’d only ever see in his dreams.