Name: Icarus Ciro (Cy-roe)
Class: He doesn't fight for good nor evil.
Race: Caucasian
Species: Angel
Age: "Eighteen"
Hair: Black
Eyes: Pale, pale, pale blue...almost white.
Relations: None.
Costume: A beautiful white toga~ (forbidden under certain circumstances)
Civvies: Usually a white T-shirt with a black hoodie and jeans, along with converse.
Weapon Choice: A sword that shines like gold and a shield that is as strong as adamantium
Personality: He's quiet, curious, shy and untrusting. He's straight to the point and honest, usually telling people how it is and his opinions on them--if they're willing to get close enough.
Skills and Powers:
☠He can fly, due to his beautiful white wings
☠He can heal quicker than most
☠He is able to use magic that is sourced from the sun
☠Though he's payed to hunt people down, he refuses to kill them unless absolutist necessary.
Weakness':
♥Bullets....
♥Swords.
♥The norm stuff that people are weak too
♥Clipping his wings~
♥Dark Magic
♥He's unable to use his magic at night.
Background: Unknown
Relationships: None
Side-notes:
-His weapons are said to be made "from the stars themselves"
-He's able to tuck his wings in so he can wear clothing; though all of his clothes have two narrow holes in the back so he is able to spread his wings out if it means necessary
-He's mais for talking and less for fighting
-Icarus hunts people down for money, though refuses to kill them.
-His weapons "fold" up and slide into the coldre he wears around his waist.
-He has a darker side to him.
He's and outsider...Planning to use him in "Deception" <3
I got inspiration from Greek Mythology and the song "Icarus" por Bastille
Class: He doesn't fight for good nor evil.
Race: Caucasian
Species: Angel
Age: "Eighteen"
Hair: Black
Eyes: Pale, pale, pale blue...almost white.
Relations: None.
Costume: A beautiful white toga~ (forbidden under certain circumstances)
Civvies: Usually a white T-shirt with a black hoodie and jeans, along with converse.
Weapon Choice: A sword that shines like gold and a shield that is as strong as adamantium
Personality: He's quiet, curious, shy and untrusting. He's straight to the point and honest, usually telling people how it is and his opinions on them--if they're willing to get close enough.
Skills and Powers:
☠He can fly, due to his beautiful white wings
☠He can heal quicker than most
☠He is able to use magic that is sourced from the sun
☠Though he's payed to hunt people down, he refuses to kill them unless absolutist necessary.
Weakness':
♥Bullets....
♥Swords.
♥The norm stuff that people are weak too
♥Clipping his wings~
♥Dark Magic
♥He's unable to use his magic at night.
Background: Unknown
Relationships: None
Side-notes:
-His weapons are said to be made "from the stars themselves"
-He's able to tuck his wings in so he can wear clothing; though all of his clothes have two narrow holes in the back so he is able to spread his wings out if it means necessary
-He's mais for talking and less for fighting
-Icarus hunts people down for money, though refuses to kill them.
-His weapons "fold" up and slide into the coldre he wears around his waist.
-He has a darker side to him.
He's and outsider...Planning to use him in "Deception" <3
I got inspiration from Greek Mythology and the song "Icarus" por Bastille
Alias: Valac
Relationship: *giggle* Ciel Norrian (Harmonian)
Powers: -Flight (wings), telepathic, ability to learn new languages instantly
Skills: Sword fighting, acrobatics, hacking…..ya know, the usual.
Past: Jaime, so far….hasn’t been captured por the school when he was born. Why? Because he was born with wings. At the age of 7, Jaime was captured and they took his wings. He despises the school and tries to burn it down every chance he gets. While, trying to burn it down, Jaime was knocked unconscious and regained his wings.
Other: –Called princess because he’s lazy and won’t train.
-Keeps throwing cards, knives, etc. in his casaco sleeves.
-Looks like Devin, acts somewhat like Fang.
-Picks on Lexi and Mel the most.
-Age is 16, Jaime stays in the 5 ano timeline. Normally he would be 11. So, he's in the YJ Invasion crew...Just, yeah. It's confusing.
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, beijar its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, beijar its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!