| [fancypost bgcolor=#E62E1F borderwidth=0px; width: 180px; height: 350px][fancypost bgcolor=; background:url(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3CN-…CP7NNT4/s400/untitled.png); width: 110px; height: 130px; border: solid 3px #662233; text-align: center; border-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 180px; color: white; font-family: georgia; margin-left: -17px; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: 1px][fancypost borderwidth=0px; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-left: -167px][align=center]ICARUS[/fancypost][justify]▣ hover for information ▣ hover for powers ▣ hover for battle tags ▣ currently a lion [align=right] #icmg |
| [/fancypost][/fancypost] | [fancypost bgcolor=#662233; border: solid 3px #E62E1F; width: 300px; height: 344px; margin-left: -8px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify]icarus was used to being the thinking type. look before you leap. he could assess a situation in the blink of an eye, but he hadn't seen it coming. he hadn't seen how his so called friends were pulling him into the ground. he couldn't see how the alcohol had consumed him until it was too late and he left with scars. the tips of his wings were burnt. he couldn't remember how or when it happened - he was too drunk that point. he realized when he woke up that next day that something was wrong. the normal hangover was there - he was used to that at this point - but another thing hurt. he realized the pain was coming from his wings; the pure white creations now had black tips. icarus realized his mistake then - only then. he had to go home. the lion cast his gaze onto the border of his once home. he was near exhaustion - he had been traveling forever. the lion had circles under his eyes and a haunt look to him. icarus was much more skinny than he used to be. he cast his gaze downwards, not ready to face anyone. he was much to ashamed of what he had done to do say anything.[/fancypost] |
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