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Icarius
Legacy Name: Icarius
The
Glade MagnusOwner:
DragonsAge: 5 years, 4 months, 3 weeks
Born: December 1st, 2018
Adopted: 5 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: December 1st, 2018
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 6
- Job: Unemployed
Thank you Tarot for his potion! My baby looking so fly~
Face Claim
Icarius was born in a small shire in the UK called Harston. It was more village than town, a pretty drive through to bigger cities and grander towns. Everyone who lived there always lived there and generation upon generation had built it up. The Holmes family had been there since nearly the beginning of the shire's life and Icarius took great pride in his home and village. The worst crimes committed were littering and a major crime hadn't happened in over two decades.
However evil never lets peace sleep for long, and a sudden murder in their sleepy village shook everyone to their core. It was viciously done, and before lunch everyone knew every detail. The most heinous thing of the crime had been the victim's head had been removed and taken from the scene.
Horrible.
Outrageous.
Monstrous.
The whispers turned to roars as a second murder followed. The same MO, the head taken from its owner. Police scrambled to find the culprit, not prepared or trained in such things. A third murder and people were fearing for their lives. They called the serial killer the Headless Horseman. Icarius thought it foolish, who knew if they had a horse! No one went out at night, doors once unlocked were now bolted tight. Extracurricular activities were cancelled from schools and students were expected to return home immediately. Icarius however stayed out, confident in his ability to care for himself.
But his parents had not been as such.
He came home to a most bloody scene, his parents’ bodies mutilated and blood splattering nearly every inch of their single story home. Their heads had been severed and stolen away.
At first the police and townspeople whispered about his involvement, after all he always was an odd boy. However when the friends he had been staying with stepped forward they were forced to apologize, shame-faced. Icarius didn't care what they thought of him, all he cared about was the incompetence of the police department that supposedly served them. So he took the case into his own hands, and the true friends he had tagged along.
It took weeks, months, to finally apprehend the fiend and he had killed two more along the way. The chief of police admitted to the crimes and the horror of the serial killer's identity nearly outweighed that of the murders. He merely smiled and when asked why replied, “I was getting bored.” The heads were found dried and hung in his shed, and with them returned, the dead could finally rest. Icarius and his little gang became known around the town, and small village news spreads like fire even in the rolling hills of the country. Icarius was soon called upon by people from far and wide across the UK despite his young age. Under the guidance of his grandparents, he opened a detective agency and employed the friends who helped him jail the monster that murdered so many of their people.
'Serial killer, nicknamed Headless Horseman, Reid Byron, was released on parole on Thursday of this week. Police however are now reporting he has fled the UK by private plane to the United States. Police are trying to find where this plane has landed and the United States federal agency has been alerted to this escape. If you have any information police are urging you to come forward.'
“What is this?!” Icarius roared as he stared at the television in fury. His grandparents were silent as they stared in equal shock. “He murdered seven people and yet he gained parole? Did they not take into account that he would flee the moment he set foot outside those bars? A man that calculating was surely planning this for months and no one noticed anything?” Icarius stalked off and his grandparents frowned as they heard crashing and cursing. He came out only moments later hoisting a massive bag over his shoulder.
“Where are you going, Icarius?”
“The only reason they caught the dastard the first time was because of me, so if I have to do it again then so be it! At least the United States still has a death penalty!” His grandmother gasped.
“Icarius Henry Holmes!” He sniffed at her use of his full name.
“You know he deserves no less! I will make arrangements for the agency through Charlie, he's a good chap. He'll know exactly what to do with Lauren's help while I hunt down this cretin!”
“Icarius, how will you find him if even the police haven't deduced his location?”
“The same as before! I'll outsmart that overconfident pig of a man and make sure this time he stays where he belongs!” With that Icarius swept out of his home and already had his phone dialed and up to his ear. If bars wouldn't hold him, then perhaps an electric chair would!
“Son, did you take your medication today?”
“Of course I have, why would you ask?”
“Because your leg hasn't stopped moving since you sat down this morning.”
“You are a police chief, not a detective, and I find offense that you are attempting to usurp me!” Dean stared steelily back, not a flicker of amusement in his expression.
“Icarius,” he growled out. “You and I both know it's necessary for you to take it.”
“I beg to differ! I believe it slows my mental processes and capabilities!”
“It helps you focus.” Icarius's fingers drummed along his thighs while his leg hopped up and down at a blurring speed. “Your mind is incredible, son, and I appreciate having it on our team. However, when you're off it we can all tell. You try and tackle so many things you lose track and end up making no sense with all the pieces you throw at me. The medication helps you at least bring that mania down to three or four things than ten.” Icarius huffed yet jerked his draw on his desk open and dug out a pill container. Without losing eye contact he cracked it open and swallowed down two pills dry.
“There, happy?”
“Yes, very. Now I've got a new lead for you to follow on your Reid fellow. Vale dug it up for you.” Icarius snatched it up greedily and shot the other detective's office an appreciative glance.
“I'll be off on my way--”
“Not alone, you remember what happened last time.”
“That was entirely not my fault! How was I to know that elderly woman actually had use for the cane and was not using it as a disguise? She was showing all the signs of--”
“Just take the new kid, Jackson, with you. I trust him to keep you in line.” Icarius huffed good naturedly, but nodded his consent and got to his feet to find the officer Dean had mentioned. After months of searching, he was finally on the path to finding the dastard who brought terror to his home!
Tarot for his potion! My baby looking so fly~Face Claim
Icarius was born in a small shire in the UK called Harston. It was more village than town, a pretty drive through to bigger cities and grander towns. Everyone who lived there always lived there and generation upon generation had built it up. The Holmes family had been there since nearly the beginning of the shire's life and Icarius took great pride in his home and village. The worst crimes committed were littering and a major crime hadn't happened in over two decades.
However evil never lets peace sleep for long, and a sudden murder in their sleepy village shook everyone to their core. It was viciously done, and before lunch everyone knew every detail. The most heinous thing of the crime had been the victim's head had been removed and taken from the scene.
Horrible.
Outrageous.
Monstrous.
The whispers turned to roars as a second murder followed. The same MO, the head taken from its owner. Police scrambled to find the culprit, not prepared or trained in such things. A third murder and people were fearing for their lives. They called the serial killer the Headless Horseman. Icarius thought it foolish, who knew if they had a horse! No one went out at night, doors once unlocked were now bolted tight. Extracurricular activities were cancelled from schools and students were expected to return home immediately. Icarius however stayed out, confident in his ability to care for himself.
But his parents had not been as such.
He came home to a most bloody scene, his parents’ bodies mutilated and blood splattering nearly every inch of their single story home. Their heads had been severed and stolen away.
At first the police and townspeople whispered about his involvement, after all he always was an odd boy. However when the friends he had been staying with stepped forward they were forced to apologize, shame-faced. Icarius didn't care what they thought of him, all he cared about was the incompetence of the police department that supposedly served them. So he took the case into his own hands, and the true friends he had tagged along.
It took weeks, months, to finally apprehend the fiend and he had killed two more along the way. The chief of police admitted to the crimes and the horror of the serial killer's identity nearly outweighed that of the murders. He merely smiled and when asked why replied, “I was getting bored.” The heads were found dried and hung in his shed, and with them returned, the dead could finally rest. Icarius and his little gang became known around the town, and small village news spreads like fire even in the rolling hills of the country. Icarius was soon called upon by people from far and wide across the UK despite his young age. Under the guidance of his grandparents, he opened a detective agency and employed the friends who helped him jail the monster that murdered so many of their people.
'Serial killer, nicknamed Headless Horseman, Reid Byron, was released on parole on Thursday of this week. Police however are now reporting he has fled the UK by private plane to the United States. Police are trying to find where this plane has landed and the United States federal agency has been alerted to this escape. If you have any information police are urging you to come forward.'
“What is this?!” Icarius roared as he stared at the television in fury. His grandparents were silent as they stared in equal shock. “He murdered seven people and yet he gained parole? Did they not take into account that he would flee the moment he set foot outside those bars? A man that calculating was surely planning this for months and no one noticed anything?” Icarius stalked off and his grandparents frowned as they heard crashing and cursing. He came out only moments later hoisting a massive bag over his shoulder.
“Where are you going, Icarius?”
“The only reason they caught the dastard the first time was because of me, so if I have to do it again then so be it! At least the United States still has a death penalty!” His grandmother gasped.
“Icarius Henry Holmes!” He sniffed at her use of his full name.
“You know he deserves no less! I will make arrangements for the agency through Charlie, he's a good chap. He'll know exactly what to do with Lauren's help while I hunt down this cretin!”
“Icarius, how will you find him if even the police haven't deduced his location?”
“The same as before! I'll outsmart that overconfident pig of a man and make sure this time he stays where he belongs!” With that Icarius swept out of his home and already had his phone dialed and up to his ear. If bars wouldn't hold him, then perhaps an electric chair would!
“Son, did you take your medication today?”
“Of course I have, why would you ask?”
“Because your leg hasn't stopped moving since you sat down this morning.”
“You are a police chief, not a detective, and I find offense that you are attempting to usurp me!” Dean stared steelily back, not a flicker of amusement in his expression.
“Icarius,” he growled out. “You and I both know it's necessary for you to take it.”
“I beg to differ! I believe it slows my mental processes and capabilities!”
“It helps you focus.” Icarius's fingers drummed along his thighs while his leg hopped up and down at a blurring speed. “Your mind is incredible, son, and I appreciate having it on our team. However, when you're off it we can all tell. You try and tackle so many things you lose track and end up making no sense with all the pieces you throw at me. The medication helps you at least bring that mania down to three or four things than ten.” Icarius huffed yet jerked his draw on his desk open and dug out a pill container. Without losing eye contact he cracked it open and swallowed down two pills dry.
“There, happy?”
“Yes, very. Now I've got a new lead for you to follow on your Reid fellow. Vale dug it up for you.” Icarius snatched it up greedily and shot the other detective's office an appreciative glance.
“I'll be off on my way--”
“Not alone, you remember what happened last time.”
“That was entirely not my fault! How was I to know that elderly woman actually had use for the cane and was not using it as a disguise? She was showing all the signs of--”
“Just take the new kid, Jackson, with you. I trust him to keep you in line.” Icarius huffed good naturedly, but nodded his consent and got to his feet to find the officer Dean had mentioned. After months of searching, he was finally on the path to finding the dastard who brought terror to his home!
Pet Treasure
Sonora Viola
Detective Miniature
Wealthy Pipe
Heavy Magnifying Glass
Pet Friends
Watson
Off we go, my fine detective! We have cases to crack!
Violence
Would you mind so terribly if I use your badge to investigate a private property?
Vale
Come, there's evidence to find and crimes to solve!
Aurorain
As long as evil runs rampant and you provide me grand assistance than yes!
Blaine
You must share with me your progress on this new project of yours!
Nithael
I believe this is the same killer my good man! Notice the engraving in the corpse!
Rhyse
Is this my best? offended Who even are you?
Ceaser
Your condition greatly intrigues me...