InfernoChild
07-10-07, 04:55 PM
Name: Icarus Draike
Age: Unknown
Race: Angel
Hair Color: no hair
Eye Color: no eyes
Height: Six Feet, Seven Inches
Weight: Weightless
Occupation:Mage/Warrior/Rogue
Personality: Icarus tends to stay away from other people and big crowds. He gets nervous around them and starts to run around in circles trying to escape. When he is around someone he loves, he is very calm and relaxed, normally drinking. He loves to smile and loves women more than anything.
Appearance: Without Icarus’ armor he looks like any other angel, with very few distinguishing features. His brown fair falls over his ears, with the fringe cut just above his brow line. His beautiful blue eyes are set at a slant and drawn thin, just barely visible. Icarus’ nose is small and dainty, barely splitting his eyes apart. His mouth is well formed and fully visible. His jaw line is barely visible underneath his skin, only three points, his chin and two cheek bones, stick out. His physical build is that of a runner, his legs are ripped, as are his arms, and make up most of his body weight.
In his armor Icarus stands three inches taller. His helmet fully covers his face with only two black slits for his eyes. A black and grey chest plate covers his legs and a matching set of armor plated pants cover his legs. On his back he wears a black tattered and torn traveling cloak. However, after the murder and transformation of his body, he is now 'haunting' his suit of armor.
History: (For common knowledge, Icarus is from a different Realm, he has traveled to Althanas via his magical powers)
Birth
"Ma'am. It's... A boy... we think..." the town doctor entered the room. His mother, a tiny short blonde lie on a smaller bedroll. The father was no where to be seen.
"Are those... wings?" she stared in sheer awe at the little boy in her arms. He had scarlet red wings and was trying to flap them.
"Ma'am... we have to take him... and 'dispose' of him soon."
She looked up at the doctor, her blue eyes finally meeting his white ones. "No doctor... I'll raise him. Just like I did Apollo." she wiped a tear away from her face and stroked the small infants red skin.
"Hello cutie... I am your mommy. I think I'll call you Icarus..."
The doctor quickly wrote down the name Icarus Draike. They helped her up and gave her a garment for the baby. She put the long shirt on over him and walked out.
She smiled and hugged him. They continued on towards their house. Every house in the village was more or less the same. Brown stained wood, a covered porch on the front with a table and some chairs. A barn sat next to a few of them, also brown.
They arrived at a two story house with a very large barn next to it. They began to walk up the stone cobble path when tragedy struck. The mother tripped and Icarus were sent flying in the air.
His body hit the ground; head first, with a loud crack. The mother got up and ran over to her fallen infant’s body. Blood trickled down his face from a crack in his upper lobe. He had died on impact.
A Visit to Heaven
Icarus awoke lying on the ground. He opened his eyes slowly and rubbed his head. It had hair... and that of an adult. He had grown since he had last been awake...
His legs were drastically longer and a white robe covered his body. His upper body was extremely muscular and his face well formed. His hair was now down to his butt and his wings were gigantic, atleast 18' feet from tip to tip. They were also black white with black tips. The opposite of his brother whom lay next to him.
"ICARUS!" a voice echoed through the heavens. The voice shook Icarus as he stood on wobbly legs.
God.
This word was perceived from the deepest recesses in Icarus' small brain. He looked behind him at a man standing behind a gate.
"DO MY BIDDING! YOU TOO APOLLO!"
As the voice spoke from high in the clouds the ground split and they fell.
He soon awoke lying in a puddle of water. His wings were drawn in close to his body and his breathing was long and raspy from the quick descent to the town. His mother still stood over his baby form and he walked over to her. He gently rested his hand on her shoulder. She tilted her head and gasped at the sight of the older version of her son.
"Mother, I am an angel. I will leave Apollo here with you. But I must leave..."
"..."
He unfurled his wings with a gracious pop of his shoulders and took off. He stretched his arms outward and his legs and popped them. His white robes fluttered around his strong body as his wings beat with a rhythmic pattern.
Tragedy
After Icarus' leaving he traveled far off. To any land that would except him... He had gone from Parague to Sansada. Tokia to Frghio. In his travels he met few others like him and taught about the wonders of his god.
His brother had also been doing the same with his mother but the never met. He was severely homesick in his travels and soon settled back in Boulder. His life was easy in his home town and he lived in the same house his mother had.
He worked as a priest and a smithy apprentice for a few years before the day they returned.
He sat on his porch on his twentieth birthday in a wooden rocking chair. A steel sword that he had just trained with rested in his hands and a stone was being dragged along the edges of it. Some kindling sat in a little pit near him and as he pushed, the sparks flew into it and lit a small fire.
He looked up and brushed his hair away from his eyes with his gentle fingers. It was hard to believe these soft fingers had killed countless men and strewn their sinew and blood across the walls of towns.
As two figures walked down the road Icarus gasped.
Mother! Apollo! Wait... what’s wrong with her!!!
Icarus lunged off the deck and sprinted down the road to his brother. His mother had been cut open across her stomach and Apollo set her down on the ground gently, but it was not gentle enough.
As her back slowly hit the cobble stones she cried out in sheer agony. Soon she lie still, breathing slow, rasping breaths. She raised a hand and grasped Icarus' and Apollo's hands.
"My...My sons...protect each other... Please..."
As she spoke her last words blood poured out of her wound and circled around each separate stone. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth and her body went limp. Apollo's forehead hit her chest and he sobbed while Icarus ran to the inn across the street to get help.
Follow up
That night Apollo told all about their hard travels. It seemed that every city Icarus went to, they were also in. Icarus sobbed himself to sleep that night and stayed in his mother’s home. Three days later they were gathered around the grave site, everyone in black except for the brothers.
Everyone had come and all sobbed, giving gifts to the brothers and to the casket for her to enjoy in the after life. As the casket was lowered Icarus stepped forward.
"Let me see her... one last time..."
They quickly pulled the ropes back up and opened the casket. He bent over her stiff body and kissed her cold dead cheek.
"Vous ne serez jamais oublié, la mère."
It was French. He had told her she would never be forgotten. He then took flight and fled to the Grangop mountains just outside the town. His shack he had built and lived in over the years still stood and he entered it.
He lived here for the next year, only leaving to hunt and get wood for a fire. He was never bothered by anyone except Apollo, whom would visit everyday. He practically lived up there. Staying from dawn to dusk and always wishing his brother would return with him...
He never did...
One day as they sat eating some meat Icarus looked out the gently frosted glass window. He felt an odd sensation creep into him. He stood and his brother looked up, still chewing on a piece of tendon he had left in it as a joke.
"What is it brother?"
Icarus arrived at the window and rested his hand on it.
"I think we should leave. Just go somewhere. You may go continue your training with Darius and I will travel. Try and find... Him..."
Apollo did as he was told that night. He took flight and went back to his masters dojo to continue his training and Icarus left and went on a journey to find his mothers killer.
Icarus’ Training
After he left Icarus went back into heaven to learn all he could. As his wings beet through the chilling icy air he remembered, for the first time in a long while, his mothers burial.
The ground below him grew smaller and smaller as he ascended into the sky while it always grew colder and colder. Odd warmth soon took over the cold he was so used to.
A small utopia arose in the sky before Icarus. It was a golden city built on solid earth. Icarus new this place to be Heaven, as he had visited it once before. As he landed the voice same again, sending chills down his spine. Although, this time the voice showed sympathy and caring.
“Icarus. My child. I know why you have come. To receive training, is it not?”
Icarus looked up at a faceless being. He was dressed in a big white robe with a hearty beard flowing down from the mist that covered the face. Icarus nodded and fluttered his wings. He lifted off of the ground and floated up and over the gates with God.
“Lord. I have this odd power in me. An odd power unlike that I have ever felt before. Please, tell me about it.”
They entered a gigantic cathedral where many an angel sat praying. It was like every single building in Heaven, made out of an odd metallic substance, similar to the gold Icarus had forged into the armor he wore under his robes.
They entered a small room which seemed to grow to be the size of an arena as the two entered. Rows upon rows of staffs and swords sat upon the walls while other weapons sat on racks propped near the far end in a closed off area.
“Remove thy boots and meet me in the center of this place. There, We will begin thy training in the Holy arts of God.”
Spells gaining
Two years had passed since the day Icarus had arrived. However, he had only learned to use his sword and fight. He felt emptiness deep in his soul that needed to be filled.
One day when they arrived at the arena Icarus stopped God before he was to finish up with a technique that he had already secretly mastered in his home. He looked up through the floating mist and smiled.
“Master, I was wondering if I could find out about this odd power I always feel. It is an odd combination of darkness in my heart from my mother’s death, and the light I felt when I met you.”
Gods right hand floated upward into the mist and moved the beard. It stayed silent in the arena for what felt to be an eternity. Finally the hand went back to his side and he began to speak.
“This power you feel, it’s magic. Everyone has some form of magic but you have a special combination. The powers of Darkness and Light have intertwined in your spirit and now you have control over the light of day, and the darkness of evening.
“Now you say you have never seen these powers before in anyone, correct? Well that is because they are VERY rare, even for an angel to feel. Icarus I believe it is time you learned from someone other then myself. Perhaps Michael may be of assistance… Michael! Come in here please!”
In the back of the other room sitting on the very last pew an angel looked up. His wings were formed exactly the same as Icarus’ and he was the magic teacher for the angels. He arose and tied the top of his robes together and walked out into the isle and towards the back door.
As the door opened a black figure moved towards the pair without moving a muscle. His entire body glowed an eerie black and his eyes glowed white, like the ghosts of Icarus’ past.
“You called master?”
Michael looked up into the mist and smiled. He nodded as God suddenly disappeared and he returned his gaze to Icarus.
“The Lord tells me you have the exact same powers as me. Well let us begin. You have the powers of Light and Dark on your side. These powers enable you to be a balance keeper on Earth.
“Now, you may wonder why you have these powers. That is because of your happy memories and you sa-“
“Excuse the interruption please but I already know all this. The Lord told me already. I unserstand that this is magic and that spells can be an important weapon but I wish to learn those spells. Again, I am sorry for the interruption.”
Michael smiled at Icarus and put his hand on his shoulder. Suddenly a look of shock over took Michaels face and his hand glowed white.
“You have a great power… greater then mine. Let us begin with a simple spell…”
Revenge is so sweet
Icarus had learned for over a year now. He had for exceeded his masters expectations, and, because of this he helped him find his mother’s murderer. As Icarus entered the town he took a deep breath.
I didn’t realize it would be so soon I could finally kill that bastard. I love this!
A shop lie on his left and the Inn the bum was staying at on his right. He immediately pushed open the door and walked up to the bar. He slapped a piece of paper down. The innkeeper read it and looked up and down the paper as if it was a joke.
Where is Frank Groun?
The innkeeper backed up to the wall and began to whisper.
“Sorry what was that sir?”
“I am Frank Groun…”
Icarus immediately jumped over the counter and drew Frigeed’s sword. The blade touched Frank’s chin and slit his chin in two. Men and women ran out of the inn in a drunken fury, trying to escape the carnage that was about to unfold.
“YOU KILLED MY MOTHER! NOW I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”
Icarus picked up Frank by the neck of his shirt and propped him back against the wall. He drew back his right fist and smashed it into his mouth, shattering all of his teeth.
The second punch hit his left upper lobe hitting strait through. The innkeeper spat blood out into Icarus’ face. Icarus dropped him to the ground and engulfed his hand in a black cloud.
He cut open the stomach of the bastard and put his hand in. The convulsions began as Icarus twisted his hand through his intestines and ripped out his kidneys.
Soon the entire body was turned inside out and Icarus stood over the body smiling. He engulfed his hand, this time in white light, and touched Frank.
“See ya! You’re going to Hell!”
The body soon began to fade and flicker, like an object in the distance during a snowstorm would as you get farther away.
Icarus held the deed to the inn in his hand and quickly changed his appearance to that of the owner as the guard rushed in. He also produced a dead copy of himself on the floor.
“Take him away please.”
The guards lifted the body and took it outside to burn it while Icarus soon changed back to his normal self.
“Revenge is so sweet. I have completed my duty to avenge my mother. For now, I may live in peace.”
So Icarus sat in the cold damp back room of that inn on a cot and slept. The emptiness was gone and his mother in Heaven was smiling down upon her son.
Thank you, my son.
He lifted up his right hand, to try and change his form back. He couldn't...
His body locked up and fell to the ground. Violent convulsions shook him across the floor, raming into the walls and shelves. His body began to contort and shrivel with in his armor, until all that was left was a black mist seeping through the openings. Icarus had become a Shadow of the man he once was.
After this Icarus left that inn and fled to the west. A gigantic portal, built by his former race, lie before him. He entered it and fell upon Althanas. Now he's trying to get back home anyway he can. But first he must discover the secrets of his weapons, become an Angel again, and unlock his magic that was lost after The Transformation.
Skills: Dark and Light abilities: Icarus can control the powers of darkness and of light. This ability is locked.
Swordsmanship: Icarus is a journeyman at using swords and daggers.
Archery: Icarus can only shoot about one hundred feet because of his low abilities with the bow.
Equipment:
~Armor(iron, breastplate, greaves, and shin guards)
~DarkLight Sword(iron, only normal melee attacks for now)
~Spellbook(locked)
~journal, inkwell, and quill
~FireWater Dagger(locked)
~Bow and quiver(20 arrows)
Age: Unknown
Race: Angel
Hair Color: no hair
Eye Color: no eyes
Height: Six Feet, Seven Inches
Weight: Weightless
Occupation:Mage/Warrior/Rogue
Personality: Icarus tends to stay away from other people and big crowds. He gets nervous around them and starts to run around in circles trying to escape. When he is around someone he loves, he is very calm and relaxed, normally drinking. He loves to smile and loves women more than anything.
Appearance: Without Icarus’ armor he looks like any other angel, with very few distinguishing features. His brown fair falls over his ears, with the fringe cut just above his brow line. His beautiful blue eyes are set at a slant and drawn thin, just barely visible. Icarus’ nose is small and dainty, barely splitting his eyes apart. His mouth is well formed and fully visible. His jaw line is barely visible underneath his skin, only three points, his chin and two cheek bones, stick out. His physical build is that of a runner, his legs are ripped, as are his arms, and make up most of his body weight.
In his armor Icarus stands three inches taller. His helmet fully covers his face with only two black slits for his eyes. A black and grey chest plate covers his legs and a matching set of armor plated pants cover his legs. On his back he wears a black tattered and torn traveling cloak. However, after the murder and transformation of his body, he is now 'haunting' his suit of armor.
History: (For common knowledge, Icarus is from a different Realm, he has traveled to Althanas via his magical powers)
Birth
"Ma'am. It's... A boy... we think..." the town doctor entered the room. His mother, a tiny short blonde lie on a smaller bedroll. The father was no where to be seen.
"Are those... wings?" she stared in sheer awe at the little boy in her arms. He had scarlet red wings and was trying to flap them.
"Ma'am... we have to take him... and 'dispose' of him soon."
She looked up at the doctor, her blue eyes finally meeting his white ones. "No doctor... I'll raise him. Just like I did Apollo." she wiped a tear away from her face and stroked the small infants red skin.
"Hello cutie... I am your mommy. I think I'll call you Icarus..."
The doctor quickly wrote down the name Icarus Draike. They helped her up and gave her a garment for the baby. She put the long shirt on over him and walked out.
She smiled and hugged him. They continued on towards their house. Every house in the village was more or less the same. Brown stained wood, a covered porch on the front with a table and some chairs. A barn sat next to a few of them, also brown.
They arrived at a two story house with a very large barn next to it. They began to walk up the stone cobble path when tragedy struck. The mother tripped and Icarus were sent flying in the air.
His body hit the ground; head first, with a loud crack. The mother got up and ran over to her fallen infant’s body. Blood trickled down his face from a crack in his upper lobe. He had died on impact.
A Visit to Heaven
Icarus awoke lying on the ground. He opened his eyes slowly and rubbed his head. It had hair... and that of an adult. He had grown since he had last been awake...
His legs were drastically longer and a white robe covered his body. His upper body was extremely muscular and his face well formed. His hair was now down to his butt and his wings were gigantic, atleast 18' feet from tip to tip. They were also black white with black tips. The opposite of his brother whom lay next to him.
"ICARUS!" a voice echoed through the heavens. The voice shook Icarus as he stood on wobbly legs.
God.
This word was perceived from the deepest recesses in Icarus' small brain. He looked behind him at a man standing behind a gate.
"DO MY BIDDING! YOU TOO APOLLO!"
As the voice spoke from high in the clouds the ground split and they fell.
He soon awoke lying in a puddle of water. His wings were drawn in close to his body and his breathing was long and raspy from the quick descent to the town. His mother still stood over his baby form and he walked over to her. He gently rested his hand on her shoulder. She tilted her head and gasped at the sight of the older version of her son.
"Mother, I am an angel. I will leave Apollo here with you. But I must leave..."
"..."
He unfurled his wings with a gracious pop of his shoulders and took off. He stretched his arms outward and his legs and popped them. His white robes fluttered around his strong body as his wings beat with a rhythmic pattern.
Tragedy
After Icarus' leaving he traveled far off. To any land that would except him... He had gone from Parague to Sansada. Tokia to Frghio. In his travels he met few others like him and taught about the wonders of his god.
His brother had also been doing the same with his mother but the never met. He was severely homesick in his travels and soon settled back in Boulder. His life was easy in his home town and he lived in the same house his mother had.
He worked as a priest and a smithy apprentice for a few years before the day they returned.
He sat on his porch on his twentieth birthday in a wooden rocking chair. A steel sword that he had just trained with rested in his hands and a stone was being dragged along the edges of it. Some kindling sat in a little pit near him and as he pushed, the sparks flew into it and lit a small fire.
He looked up and brushed his hair away from his eyes with his gentle fingers. It was hard to believe these soft fingers had killed countless men and strewn their sinew and blood across the walls of towns.
As two figures walked down the road Icarus gasped.
Mother! Apollo! Wait... what’s wrong with her!!!
Icarus lunged off the deck and sprinted down the road to his brother. His mother had been cut open across her stomach and Apollo set her down on the ground gently, but it was not gentle enough.
As her back slowly hit the cobble stones she cried out in sheer agony. Soon she lie still, breathing slow, rasping breaths. She raised a hand and grasped Icarus' and Apollo's hands.
"My...My sons...protect each other... Please..."
As she spoke her last words blood poured out of her wound and circled around each separate stone. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth and her body went limp. Apollo's forehead hit her chest and he sobbed while Icarus ran to the inn across the street to get help.
Follow up
That night Apollo told all about their hard travels. It seemed that every city Icarus went to, they were also in. Icarus sobbed himself to sleep that night and stayed in his mother’s home. Three days later they were gathered around the grave site, everyone in black except for the brothers.
Everyone had come and all sobbed, giving gifts to the brothers and to the casket for her to enjoy in the after life. As the casket was lowered Icarus stepped forward.
"Let me see her... one last time..."
They quickly pulled the ropes back up and opened the casket. He bent over her stiff body and kissed her cold dead cheek.
"Vous ne serez jamais oublié, la mère."
It was French. He had told her she would never be forgotten. He then took flight and fled to the Grangop mountains just outside the town. His shack he had built and lived in over the years still stood and he entered it.
He lived here for the next year, only leaving to hunt and get wood for a fire. He was never bothered by anyone except Apollo, whom would visit everyday. He practically lived up there. Staying from dawn to dusk and always wishing his brother would return with him...
He never did...
One day as they sat eating some meat Icarus looked out the gently frosted glass window. He felt an odd sensation creep into him. He stood and his brother looked up, still chewing on a piece of tendon he had left in it as a joke.
"What is it brother?"
Icarus arrived at the window and rested his hand on it.
"I think we should leave. Just go somewhere. You may go continue your training with Darius and I will travel. Try and find... Him..."
Apollo did as he was told that night. He took flight and went back to his masters dojo to continue his training and Icarus left and went on a journey to find his mothers killer.
Icarus’ Training
After he left Icarus went back into heaven to learn all he could. As his wings beet through the chilling icy air he remembered, for the first time in a long while, his mothers burial.
The ground below him grew smaller and smaller as he ascended into the sky while it always grew colder and colder. Odd warmth soon took over the cold he was so used to.
A small utopia arose in the sky before Icarus. It was a golden city built on solid earth. Icarus new this place to be Heaven, as he had visited it once before. As he landed the voice same again, sending chills down his spine. Although, this time the voice showed sympathy and caring.
“Icarus. My child. I know why you have come. To receive training, is it not?”
Icarus looked up at a faceless being. He was dressed in a big white robe with a hearty beard flowing down from the mist that covered the face. Icarus nodded and fluttered his wings. He lifted off of the ground and floated up and over the gates with God.
“Lord. I have this odd power in me. An odd power unlike that I have ever felt before. Please, tell me about it.”
They entered a gigantic cathedral where many an angel sat praying. It was like every single building in Heaven, made out of an odd metallic substance, similar to the gold Icarus had forged into the armor he wore under his robes.
They entered a small room which seemed to grow to be the size of an arena as the two entered. Rows upon rows of staffs and swords sat upon the walls while other weapons sat on racks propped near the far end in a closed off area.
“Remove thy boots and meet me in the center of this place. There, We will begin thy training in the Holy arts of God.”
Spells gaining
Two years had passed since the day Icarus had arrived. However, he had only learned to use his sword and fight. He felt emptiness deep in his soul that needed to be filled.
One day when they arrived at the arena Icarus stopped God before he was to finish up with a technique that he had already secretly mastered in his home. He looked up through the floating mist and smiled.
“Master, I was wondering if I could find out about this odd power I always feel. It is an odd combination of darkness in my heart from my mother’s death, and the light I felt when I met you.”
Gods right hand floated upward into the mist and moved the beard. It stayed silent in the arena for what felt to be an eternity. Finally the hand went back to his side and he began to speak.
“This power you feel, it’s magic. Everyone has some form of magic but you have a special combination. The powers of Darkness and Light have intertwined in your spirit and now you have control over the light of day, and the darkness of evening.
“Now you say you have never seen these powers before in anyone, correct? Well that is because they are VERY rare, even for an angel to feel. Icarus I believe it is time you learned from someone other then myself. Perhaps Michael may be of assistance… Michael! Come in here please!”
In the back of the other room sitting on the very last pew an angel looked up. His wings were formed exactly the same as Icarus’ and he was the magic teacher for the angels. He arose and tied the top of his robes together and walked out into the isle and towards the back door.
As the door opened a black figure moved towards the pair without moving a muscle. His entire body glowed an eerie black and his eyes glowed white, like the ghosts of Icarus’ past.
“You called master?”
Michael looked up into the mist and smiled. He nodded as God suddenly disappeared and he returned his gaze to Icarus.
“The Lord tells me you have the exact same powers as me. Well let us begin. You have the powers of Light and Dark on your side. These powers enable you to be a balance keeper on Earth.
“Now, you may wonder why you have these powers. That is because of your happy memories and you sa-“
“Excuse the interruption please but I already know all this. The Lord told me already. I unserstand that this is magic and that spells can be an important weapon but I wish to learn those spells. Again, I am sorry for the interruption.”
Michael smiled at Icarus and put his hand on his shoulder. Suddenly a look of shock over took Michaels face and his hand glowed white.
“You have a great power… greater then mine. Let us begin with a simple spell…”
Revenge is so sweet
Icarus had learned for over a year now. He had for exceeded his masters expectations, and, because of this he helped him find his mother’s murderer. As Icarus entered the town he took a deep breath.
I didn’t realize it would be so soon I could finally kill that bastard. I love this!
A shop lie on his left and the Inn the bum was staying at on his right. He immediately pushed open the door and walked up to the bar. He slapped a piece of paper down. The innkeeper read it and looked up and down the paper as if it was a joke.
Where is Frank Groun?
The innkeeper backed up to the wall and began to whisper.
“Sorry what was that sir?”
“I am Frank Groun…”
Icarus immediately jumped over the counter and drew Frigeed’s sword. The blade touched Frank’s chin and slit his chin in two. Men and women ran out of the inn in a drunken fury, trying to escape the carnage that was about to unfold.
“YOU KILLED MY MOTHER! NOW I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”
Icarus picked up Frank by the neck of his shirt and propped him back against the wall. He drew back his right fist and smashed it into his mouth, shattering all of his teeth.
The second punch hit his left upper lobe hitting strait through. The innkeeper spat blood out into Icarus’ face. Icarus dropped him to the ground and engulfed his hand in a black cloud.
He cut open the stomach of the bastard and put his hand in. The convulsions began as Icarus twisted his hand through his intestines and ripped out his kidneys.
Soon the entire body was turned inside out and Icarus stood over the body smiling. He engulfed his hand, this time in white light, and touched Frank.
“See ya! You’re going to Hell!”
The body soon began to fade and flicker, like an object in the distance during a snowstorm would as you get farther away.
Icarus held the deed to the inn in his hand and quickly changed his appearance to that of the owner as the guard rushed in. He also produced a dead copy of himself on the floor.
“Take him away please.”
The guards lifted the body and took it outside to burn it while Icarus soon changed back to his normal self.
“Revenge is so sweet. I have completed my duty to avenge my mother. For now, I may live in peace.”
So Icarus sat in the cold damp back room of that inn on a cot and slept. The emptiness was gone and his mother in Heaven was smiling down upon her son.
Thank you, my son.
He lifted up his right hand, to try and change his form back. He couldn't...
His body locked up and fell to the ground. Violent convulsions shook him across the floor, raming into the walls and shelves. His body began to contort and shrivel with in his armor, until all that was left was a black mist seeping through the openings. Icarus had become a Shadow of the man he once was.
After this Icarus left that inn and fled to the west. A gigantic portal, built by his former race, lie before him. He entered it and fell upon Althanas. Now he's trying to get back home anyway he can. But first he must discover the secrets of his weapons, become an Angel again, and unlock his magic that was lost after The Transformation.
Skills: Dark and Light abilities: Icarus can control the powers of darkness and of light. This ability is locked.
Swordsmanship: Icarus is a journeyman at using swords and daggers.
Archery: Icarus can only shoot about one hundred feet because of his low abilities with the bow.
Equipment:
~Armor(iron, breastplate, greaves, and shin guards)
~DarkLight Sword(iron, only normal melee attacks for now)
~Spellbook(locked)
~journal, inkwell, and quill
~FireWater Dagger(locked)
~Bow and quiver(20 arrows)