Icarus just crossed his arms and turned up his music. "You know with that much fireworks you'll most likely kill us ALL!" Why do old senile men have to always be the masters of arts? "Bah, magic! Fight me in close combat or something!" Now challenging the old bag's authority.
"Can I become one of your students?" he questioned "You're giving away these weapons called Keyswords or something. How long will I have to train? etc." Icarus pushed many questions upon the old man.
Upon all the houses around the boy he seen this one house that just looked out of place. He had heard recently that there was some old man teaching defense classes or something. He pondered on thought of this. About getting some lessons but had dismissed the thoughts due to thinking he was late to join but he barged in anyway seeing an old warlock in blue drinking some tea and another boy. "Sup the name's Icarus. You have any good weapons unlike the local shops?"
Standing alone within the Hallow Bastion marketplace. A crimson haired boy lend against a wall listening to a track of music. He watched the the security system run through the streets exploding on any vicious threat that lurked. He mumbled under his breath " What a terrible system. Sometimes the enemy can escape the blast entirely. What a waste!" He walked into the deeper part town not even worrying about the dangers that lied ahead. "People should protect themselves." He spat the words out as if it was blood in his mouth.
Name: Icarus Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: Has crimson bed hair style. Wears a simple white T-Shirt with a blue vest. Wears headphones. http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2010/267/4/0/icarus_by_vgmaster78-d2zf34s.png Class: Warrior Starting Items: 1 Potion Background Story: Being abandoned with in Hallow Bastion he goes in search of his lost friend.
