ʊֆɛʀռǟʍɛ steamplonk
ռǟʍɛ daleɢɛռɖɛʀ trans male
ɢʀɛɛᏦ ƈօʊռᏆɛʀքǟʀᏆicarus (Ἴκαρος)
Icarus is the son of
Daedalus, the creator of the
labyrinth, a neverending maze desgined to trap the Minotaur for the King of Crete, King Minos. Daedalus and Icarus were imprisioned by the King to prevent their knowlege of the Labyrinth from spreading. Minos demanded that Daedalus fashion a ball of string to help his daughter navigate the labyrinth and kill the Minotaur.
Daedalus tries to escape the island by making wax and feather wings for Icarus and himself. Before leaving, Daedalus warns not to fly too high, as the sun would melt the wings, or too low, where the sea water would clog and dampen the wings.
Overcome by giddiness, Icarus forgets his father's warnings and flies extremely close to the sun. Soon, all his feathers are scorched, and he plummets into the sea, drowning in the sea now named after him, the Icarian Sea.
ɦօա ɖօ Ꮖɦɛʏ ʀɛքʀɛֆɛռᏆ Ꮖɦɛʍ?Dale is always bold, courageous, and curious. He's also stupid.
Dale can't turn down a good "daredevil" opportunity. He claims he "lives on the verge of life"- and that's hardly ever a good thing.
He never thinks twice when doing things, and his actions are always on impulse.
Dale also can never sit still, and generally never stops talking. He can be obnoxious, loud, and dumb, but he never has bad intentions, and never wants to hurt anybody, like Icarus.
Despite being a daredevil,
Dale is actually incredibly clumsy. He can barely walk a step without tripping over his own paws. All his friends playfully tease him and call him "the big goof."
Just to add fuel to the fire, he's just as curious as he is reckless. He tries to eat everything. And I mean,
everything. Fire, water, wind, your homework, metal, you name it. It'll be chewed up if you leave it with him.
In summary, like Icarus, he's the kind of kid when told not to touch the stove, immediately touches the stove and burns himself.
ɦօա ɖɨɖ ɦɛ ɮʀɛǟᏦ ɦɨֆ Ꮖǟɨʟ? Simalar to Icarus, he has a fascination with aviation and the mechanics of bird wings.
Unfortunately, this also meant that he injures himself quite often.
His broken tail is the result of him literally jumping off a cliff with foam feathers taped to his arms when he was a kit. He only barely escaped with his tail (and dignity.)
However, so many other viscets ask him about it, he often glorifies it.
"Ah yes, this battle wound? I was quickly sprinting torwards a cliff, determined to make history and be the first viscet to fly! I was only a kit, but I had built a genius machine that would definitely had worked, but alas- somebody had tempered with my masterpiece! Unbelievable, no? And no, I don't know who did it. But, I bravely leaped off the cliff, and I flew! I flew, I'm telling you! However, my brilliant contraption soon couldn't handle my amazingness, and broke down on me. It was still perfect, of course- but not as perfect as me. I barely escaped with my life. Ladies, gents, don't worry- I'm fine, you don't have to moon over me."
