Icarus

icarus 
he/they 𖤓 grayromantic ace 𖤓 deity
 
one of the younger deities, one among many of the children of the ancient aurelius, sprawling along the obsidian halls, buried deep underground. the palace of the sun. 
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Background Information	Background Information
Creator 	fritz
Attribute 	simplicity
Element 	the sun, golden threads, poetry
Character Information 	Character Information
Nicknames 	sunshine
Age 	immortal
Gender 	demiguy
Orientation 	grayromantic ace
Occupation 	deity
Tribe 	nightwing
Abilities 	immortal, night vision, photokinesis
 appearance 
* considerably tall, with a slender and lithe build. a twink tbh
* pale, sunny golden scales that seem to glitter even without sunlight, with slightly darker hues going down his back
* long but stubby horns protruding from their head
* wings are slightly transparent in sunlight
* wears a blindfold, although they're not... actually blind
* adorned in silvery-gold jewelry that seemingly changes color depending on the light
** alternate jewelry includes gray-green veils and stuff. likes to cover his face
** doesn't want to be recognized. blindfold makes him more recognizable tbh
 personality 
* likes freedom, hates being restricted by anything or anyone. 
* he doesn't want to be famous, or popular among the gods, or anything like that. he prefers simplicity. satisfied with the simple life that he lives now.
* immune to intimidation and threats. has a very well honed poker face (especially since their eyes are covered. eyes are, after all, the windows to the soul). 
* generally quite kind, modest and humble, and also vulnerable in some ways? mostly in the fact that he's overly trusting, to a fault. honestly quite a sad little guy.
* haunted by his choice to murder those innocents. it hurts still. 
* inherently quite serious and cautious, has a more carefree side. doesn't really show it though. 
 history 
notes 
* uhh inspired by telemachus (greek mythology) a little bit
* a younger deity, the child of aurelius
** for context, aurelius is the ancient of the sun, basically the manifestation of it. also a primordial ancient and one of the most respected
* icarus was chosen to be his heir, hooray
* icarus didn't. really. want to do that. 
** longed for a simple and quiet life whereas aurelius was always needing more. 
* at some point was ordered to murder some innocent mortal maids who'd done something to offend him. he did so, but was haunted by that
* uh yeah trauma
* started distancing himself more from court
* didn't attend so many meetings, feasts etc
* kind of just faded away? other deities kind of forgot about him tbh
* was later on dismissed. aurelius took another one of his children (pyrrhus) to become his heir instead. 
* was ok with that! 
* meets this other deity? deity of (wip)
* kind of became friendly rivals and then friends and then slowly lovers
* hooray
* happily ever after ig
 
grahh paragraphs
i was born among hundreds of others. children of the great ancients, with golden ichor flowing through our blood. a lesser god, the ancients would say when they spoke of us. divinities, yes, but young - too young to see the dawning of the world. 
i was one of them. a mere child of aurelius, the ancient of the sun; known for the warmth he cast across the entirety of the earth, the gilded halls with marble floors smoothed by the decades. it was all true. the rumors of the hidden fiery rage that he kept bubbling underneath the warm, sunny exterior. i learnt to stay away, as the years passed. 
he named me icarus. follower, it meant. a role i was born into, to take my father’s footsteps into stride and show the world my dazzling warmth. i wanted nothing of it, to tell the truth. most deities would long for such - the worship of the mortals that littered the lands below, the praise of the ancients that would visit my father’s halls. 
for months - or perhaps years, or even centuries - i stayed where i was. i did not do any spectacular deeds, and most ancients grew tired of me. i was invited to less and less of my father’s grand feasts, not called to sit upon the smaller, gilded throne beside my father’s. 
a while later, i learnt why. another one - another child of the sun - had been birthed, with fiery eyes and polished scales that matched my father. pyrrhus, their name was, and they were perfect for the role. some deities would cast pity on me. oh, you poor thing, they would say as they saw me making my way back to my chambers. 
somehow, it didn’t matter to me.
my father’s eyes were cast upon someone else, and i was free from his prying gaze. i learnt how to play the flute - an instrument made of polished ivory and bone, gilded at its tips - and then the lyre soon after. i had not thought of my old life - spending every moment at my father’s heels, attending the countless feasts and parties hosted - to be boring, dull. and yet it seemed that way to me now. 
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