Post by Icarus on Aug 3, 2008 15:50:01 GMT -5
Name: Icarus, Or Icy to his friends.
Age: 546
Height: six foot three.
Build: tall and slightly muscular.
Power: Swordsmanship (His swordsmanship has developed across many centuries, giving him prodigious skill.)
Looks:
History: Icarus was born on a farmstead in the wilderness . From birth he displayed inhuman reaction times, as he caught files out of the air and by the age of five he could dodge arrows. At the age of seven his farm was raised to the ground by bandits, who found him in the wreckage and took him in. He learned swordsmanship, archery and knife throwing from them. He became their attack dog, who would defeat any attacker by disarming them and then killing them. When he became 16, at his manhood ceremony, one of the bandits got drunk and revealed to Icarus that the bandits he had lived with had killed his original family. In a fit of rage he killed the man and burnt the camp, killing all who tried to escape the flames.
The revelation about his family sent him temporarily mad, and he wandered the wilderness like a wraith, killing for the simple joy of it. As his prowess grew, people began to search him out and bargain his services for food and water. He tried the assassin life for a while, until he developed a conscience. This made him bungle a job, and the target unfortunately wanted revenge. The target found Icarus’s hiding place and attacked him. Icarus killed the man but was wounded on the cheek as he did so. He also received a burn to his arm which is permanently scarring to him. This injury actually bolstered his reaction time so he was quicker than ever. He then decided to leave the life of a professional assassin and re-asses his life. The fight had been his wake up call from his madness.
His story becomes lost here, and only re-emerges at the gates of Chaos City. His wanderings before this can be guessed from stories and rumours. The weeping angel some called him, while some called him the scourge of god, the reaper in the dark who brought swift end to sinners and their evil ways. The stories where he is incarnated as the scourge of god do not end happily. The stories tell of his bloodlust and his uncontrollable urge to kill, where he walks away from the remains of villages, where the last sight the inhabitants saw was his face laughing in the shadows as they burnt, the last line of all the storeys about his salt tears of regret for the things he had done
Race: Angel
Religion: None
Friends: None
Weapons: Katana.
Age: 546
Height: six foot three.
Build: tall and slightly muscular.
Power: Swordsmanship (His swordsmanship has developed across many centuries, giving him prodigious skill.)
Looks:
History: Icarus was born on a farmstead in the wilderness . From birth he displayed inhuman reaction times, as he caught files out of the air and by the age of five he could dodge arrows. At the age of seven his farm was raised to the ground by bandits, who found him in the wreckage and took him in. He learned swordsmanship, archery and knife throwing from them. He became their attack dog, who would defeat any attacker by disarming them and then killing them. When he became 16, at his manhood ceremony, one of the bandits got drunk and revealed to Icarus that the bandits he had lived with had killed his original family. In a fit of rage he killed the man and burnt the camp, killing all who tried to escape the flames.
The revelation about his family sent him temporarily mad, and he wandered the wilderness like a wraith, killing for the simple joy of it. As his prowess grew, people began to search him out and bargain his services for food and water. He tried the assassin life for a while, until he developed a conscience. This made him bungle a job, and the target unfortunately wanted revenge. The target found Icarus’s hiding place and attacked him. Icarus killed the man but was wounded on the cheek as he did so. He also received a burn to his arm which is permanently scarring to him. This injury actually bolstered his reaction time so he was quicker than ever. He then decided to leave the life of a professional assassin and re-asses his life. The fight had been his wake up call from his madness.
His story becomes lost here, and only re-emerges at the gates of Chaos City. His wanderings before this can be guessed from stories and rumours. The weeping angel some called him, while some called him the scourge of god, the reaper in the dark who brought swift end to sinners and their evil ways. The stories where he is incarnated as the scourge of god do not end happily. The stories tell of his bloodlust and his uncontrollable urge to kill, where he walks away from the remains of villages, where the last sight the inhabitants saw was his face laughing in the shadows as they burnt, the last line of all the storeys about his salt tears of regret for the things he had done
Race: Angel
Religion: None
Friends: None
Weapons: Katana.