#icharus

[apocolyptia]

playing around with facial expressions and tonal ranges :)))

[flammingcorn]

Here’s some old characters of mine I made between 2004-2007 as redrawn by me around December last year. Icharus (the purple guy) is retired because he’s just a shitty character and there’s no saving him, but the rest I wouldn’t mind still using given I revamp their stories.

[gotojobin]

#IcharusVI #Icharus The many different species of Icharus VI all have one thing in common. A well placed fear for the brain stealer (Cephalo Furtum). This intelligent predator starts hurting it’s prey when it’s still miles away from it. With it’s complex mind it can sense the brain activity of higher organisms within a wide range. The proximity of it’s target triggers a series of internal events that will help to overcome even the mightiest of foes. The first action is a vibration that punctures through most types of organic matter. This vibration causes the Olfactory cortex and the Occipital lobes to function at a very low level causing the prey to lose it’s sense of smell and identify potential predators and greatly reduces the vision of the prey. The second action is delivered through a neuron toxin injected by piercing tentacles in the victims neck. This specialised toxin concentrates on the Cingulate gyrus. It’s effects are the inability to feel emotions which in tern triggers the loss of any feeling of pain and negates all potential aggressive behaviour. Basically the shutting down of all the instincts so needed for survival. The third action has the Brain Stealer grabbing the back of it’s victim’s head with a horned beak similar to those of a cephalopod. This beak is attached to a number of sucker tubes which soak up the contents of the pituitary gland. The Brain Stealer receives a multitude of hormones from this last action which it needs for growth and to strengthen the organs it uses for this delicate matter of prey catching. The prey, if it’s strong and fit enough, never instantly dies from the psychic assaults it had to endure. Instead it reduces them to mindless, gibbering half-beings. When their crazed cries are heard you can sometimes see a bulbous shape floating ominously through the sky. 

[bruisesandbees]

AN INTERVIEW WITH ICHARUS q: what drove you to fly too close? a: there is something in me that is stubbornly mothheart no matter how my father tried to drive it out of me. there is something in me that thinks that beautiful is equivalent to safe. there is something in me that wanted to trust apollo, wanted to believe him when he said he loved me, wanted to think that a god knew how to love. there is something in me that thought: oh, there is pain coming, but i think i’m willing to feel it for him. q: can you tell us about the fall? a: standard heartbreak. he no longer loved me. i crashed and crashed and crashed and broke my bones on the waves. but what's a broken bone in comparison to a broken heart? nothing. i went from apollo, the sun, the giver of life, the provider, to the cold, unforgiving ocean. i'd almost prefer it had consumed me, but if it did that, i'd never get to gaze at the sun again. so yeah. standard heartbreak. he said he didn't love me anymore and i broke at his words.

bruisesandbees

[ofpaperandponies]

Daedalus and Icarus

My Icarus...he’s flying so close to the sun.

[lucidenchilada]

a cute doodle thing

[boomshakar]

just watch it... max vol. 11...