These days, Icarus spends his time testing his dad's new flying machines in Elysium, the city of the blessed dead down in the Underworld. You might think that the whole flying too close to the sun and tumbling to his death thing might have taught him a lesson or something. But that is definitely not the case. If anything, it's made him even more of a daredevil. He'll try any crazy flying machine that Daedalus comes up with. But hey, he's already dead, so what does he have to lose? You can't fall much further than the Underworld. Or can you...?
Sex: Male Age: Early teens Build: Thin Complexion: Pale Hair Color: Blonde Facial Hair: Died before he could grow any Scars/marks/tattoos: Spotless Jewelry and accessories: Wings… until they melted, at least Clothing: Prefers the nude Armor: None Type of Weapon: None