.:[Age]:. 27
.:[Gender]:. Male
.:[Place in the Underworld]:. Ikarus is more or less a jack of all trades; he spends most of his time running a small hole-in-the-wall nightclub or training first time street rats and urchins how to pitpocket. He's also a theif and a pitpocket himself, and a wise one at that; he's only gotten caught(officially anyway) once at the beginning of his career.
.:[Description]:. Personality and Appearance: Ikarus is very.... odd. His looks make him come across as untrustworthy, with black, narrow eyes hidden beneath shaggy hair the color of the twilight sky. He's very tall for a Rat, standing at about 6'3". A very lean man from being used to being forced to keep his belt tight, he weighs about 170 pounds. Shadowy circles make his eyes look deeper than they really are, and his nose is slightly crooked from several brawls he's been in or had to break up. Scars crisscross his body from the one time he had gotten caught, and from lashings he recieved on behalf of his younger Rats. *Later on he will have dark eagles' wings; Ikarus is fascinated with where his name came from. Icarus was the boy who flew too high on wings of feather and wax. Determined to continue to rise on the Underworld Foodchain, these wings are something he believes will bring him luck. Also, he regularly changes his hair color; blue is his current favorite.* His right arm, from just above the elbow to his fingertips is robotic.
.:[Personality]:. Ikarus's personality depends on who he's with. He's a father-figure to his kids, a weasely businessman, and a cruel heart to those who cross him. He will gladly protect "his" kids, varying in degree depending on age. He will keep little ones from punishment all together; however he will gradually show them that the world is cruel. He starts with no longer keeping them from small punishments like lashings or being forced to work off a debt. By the time the kids are ready to choose whether they want to stay with him or move out on their own they will most likely have a few minor mutations. Those that try to steal from him, or piss him off enough, will see a completely different side(this one he does his damndest to hide from his kids). His other half is ruthless, toying with the ones he's caught for days, slowly mutating them beyond recognition of their former selves before turning them loose on the Upper World, watching from the shadows as they're slowly killed like beasts.
.:[History]:.Ikarus has always been a street rat. He was lightening pockets shortly after he learned to walk. By the time he could fully speak, he was weaseling his way into clubs, stores and even gangs, rising through the ranks in each. WHen he was 17, he had gotten caught by a dangerous gang leader and drug dealer, ending up losing his arm and almost bleeding to death. by 20, he had fully recreated his arm with his skill in robotics.
(sample) Ikarus sighed, sitting on the railing to the upper level of his club. The kids were cleaning up the dance floor, while his older ones--the kids who had decided to remain even after they had learned they felt they needed to survive---were working the bar. A couple girls he hired he knew were back stage, not that he really cared about them. Everything was about getting his kids fed, nothing more. He brushed long blue locks from his face, smiling at the street rats below as they made a game of cleaning. He missed being that age; where even the darkest, muckiest day was something to cheer for. Muck meant puddles, puddles meant splashing and making mothers mad. He chuckled, and with a single movement landed standing on the floor. "Place looks great guys...." He smiled brightly at the dirt streaked faces beaming at him.
"Hey you! What do you think you're doing back there?!" One of the older boys snarled. There was a loud, wet crash from behind the bar, and the boy rushed over, dragging a small urchin from out of the glass. As young as the kid was, it was hard for Ikarus to be angry with the kid; he took him from the bartender, holdin the kid by his ankle and glowering at him. "Why were you stealing from me?" He shook the kid roughly, making him jabber for a moment before answering. "I...I was cold.... mama says stuff's good for cold...." The boy squeaked, trembling and trying to keep his shredded shirt up, holding the rope tie around his pants. Ikarus dunked the kid, bopping the top of his head hard against the floor before setting him upright. "Do it again and you'll look like a lizard, got that kid?!" He growled, throwing him a couple ratty looking jackets. "You want somethng, you come and ask for it. Stealing from me will get you killed." The boy nodded, squeaking a series of apollogies and running off.