ooc// Thank you. ^^ Does he look okay so far?
if the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky
Icarus Sol Phoenix
Eighteen-year-old Prince of Sun
I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds
A strawberry-blonde, Icarus is tall and tanned, with a muscular physique from years of sports and training. Too muscular, perhaps, and not enough of anything else. He is sculpted with muscle, almost a Greek sculpture, without a hint of extra weight on him. His face is attractive enough, with bright golden-amber eyes surrounded by thick lashes, but if he ever let a smile crack the surface it would probably help.
Powers: - FLIGHT: like the figure for which he is named, Icarus always desires to be closer to the source of his lineage's power. At will he can grow a large pair of orange-gold wings, which grant him the ability to fly, though it's a tiring process and he can't fly too far or too long.
- THERMONUCLEAR FUSION: as the sun itself can do, he can do. Anything he holds in his hands he can compress with enormous gravity and heat, to the point where most elements begin to enter a state of thermonuclear fusion, like a hydrogen bomb. He can then throw these or just leave them lying around, where they will soon explode without the gravitational force of his hands keeping them stable. It is an irreversible process, so once he compresses something he can never return it to the way it was, or keep the reaction from taking place.
- CORONAL ARMOR: at will he can put off around 10% of the heat and light of the sun. This will vaporize or at least melt almost anything that gets close to him, including bullets & most other weapons, but it can only be maintained for around twenty seconds. After he uses up his "charge" of armor, it can take up to twenty-four hours to replace.
- STELLAR METABOLISM: energy isn't free. While he gets an excellent exchange rate, it still takes thousands of calories to power his abilities, and he eats like he's dying at every opportunity. Sugars & carbs are his favorites, as they have the easiest energy conversion. Fats are less good, since they take longer to metabolize. This amazing metabolism lets him heal almost ten times faster than your average human and sleep only an hour or two per night, but also means he can starve to death in thirty-six hours and die of thirst even faster.
- MC HAMMER OF SOLAR ENERGY: nothing the sun produces can touch him. He can't be sunburned or otherwise damaged by light; can't be burned by heat; can't be crushed by gravity; is immune to the negative effects of certain types of radiation. Without this ability, half of his other powers would kill him instantly.
Icarus is, at his heart, a kind and generous young man. He loves music and art and has a soft spot for all creatures cute and fluffy; the fiery temper and stubborn streak that run in his family missed him entirely. If he had his way, he gladly live life as a normal human, set aside his history and his family. But he cannot. Like his father has reminded him every day that he can remember, he is a Prince of Sun- no, he is THE Prince of Sun with abilities more powerful than any ever recorded. He has the power to destroy worlds, ergo, he is meant to destroy worlds. His parents refuse to see it any other way and have declared it his destiny, and Icarus knows no better than to obey like he always has.
Since boyhood, his father has trained him to use his abilities to destroy, and armed him with weapons used by countless generations of Sun Kings. The motto he is raised by is one of death and despair, a pledge that he will kill the world as it is known and remake it with fire and blood and light. A weighty destiny for such a young man, but one he stepped into, albeit reluctantly. THEME |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-bhfcuvsv8Icarus, at the moment, has no relationships or crushes.
He used to have a pet, a rabbit he named Oedipus, but when his father found out he ordered Icarus to strangle it with his bare hands. Love and affection are weakness; is is blood and pain that makes a man strong. He still resents his father for forcing him to do it.
Other: due to his upbringing, Icarus is clueless about many common-sense things of the world. Swimming, cooking, literature, social interaction... all of those things and more are distant mysteries that he has never had time or resources to explore.Name: Nicotiana Sylva Gray
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Look: Dark hair falls straight to her mid-back, while straight bangs nearly conceal smoke-silver eyes. She is slight and thin but stronger than many people would give her credit for. Although pale and often sickly, she's in decent shape and has a trace of muscle if you look for it. Her facial features are delicate and low-set, with lips that seem permanently set into a jaded, ironic smile, like she's seen too much of the world already.
Powers:
- SMOKE SCREEN: when she feels the need to hide, Nicotiana can rapidly generate a large cloud of thick gray smoke, which is too thick to see more than eighteen inches through, and irritates both the eyes and the lungs, somewhat like tear gas. She is immune to the effects, and can create very large quantities very quickly, enough to fill a gym or lecture hall in under a minute.
- LIE DETECTOR: when someone tells an outright falsehood, Nicotiana sees a small puff of red smoke with their words. Half-truths are orange and small deceptions are yellow. This ability does not work over video or audio, only in person, but it cannot be obscured by a person hiding their mouth with a scarf or hand or similar item.
- PSYCHIC LOCATOR: any item or person who she has ever physically touched she can locate instantly. It's very useful for not losing her phone, books, or jewelry, but not terribly useful otherwise.
Personality: Jaded and cynical, Nicotiana refuses to be impressed by most anything. She's already in graduate school and has been through more failed relationships than she cares to count, and through it all, her opinion of the world and other people has just gone steadily down, down, down. Indifference and apathy are her keys to managing the world around her.
History: Raised in a poor and not terribly loving family, Nicotiana worked hard enough in high school to win her a full ride scholarship to a prestigious university. Once she got in, she never looked back. Academia is her world, and she fully intends to become a professor as soon as she earns her doctorate. She has a sociology-history dual bachelor's degree, but isn't exactly sure what she wants her master's to be in yet, so right now she's learning everything she can in hopes of finding a field that will appeal to her.
Theme song:
Crush: none
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: none, and isn't looking for one
Pets: two Egyptian Mantises named Henrietta the eight-legged and Anne Bugleyn. She has a habit of carrying them around with her in a small mesh cage.
His name is Shadow