It had been several years since the meteor had struck the planet, an event that would surely go down in the history books. Before, the survivors had lived in unison together. Little did they know, their diminishing resources and supplies would cause them to become hostile towards one another, ultimately driving them to split apart. Icarus found himself traveling with one of the large groups to a landmass known as Emerald Island. He did not join a Faction after The Separation, but he was well aware of the Redstriders’ presence on the island. Unaware of what to ultimately do with his life at the moment, Icarus settled down in a village he came upon: Tourmaline Town. Tourmaline was far off from what the Redstriders deemed their capital, and
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We still have to build up. Become stronger. People are still shaken after separating off into other societies, which means they’re hesitant on doing anything majorly game-changing. I know you have a mindset, and history, of getting the job done. I think you would be a valuable partner to have, I truly do.” Dark states, taking his shades off to look at him through his actual, shining red eyes. A lot had been going through Icarus’ head at this point, and he was somewhat hesitantly starting to consider the possibility, “Wha- *hic!* What’s in it for me?” “What’s in it for you? My friend, how does becoming second-in-command to the Faction that’s going to be this planet’s savior sound?” Dark replied with a grin. Icarus raised his eyes. Second-in-command? This is the exact opportunity that would get his life back on track! Though, at the same moment, it sounded like a rather large responsibility to take, and a risky one at that. What would Leikos think of this? What should -Icarus-, think of this? Should he continue on with his life in peace, taking no sides, living safely, and never having the chance to get much better than this? Or should he step up to the task, have a wonderful life of better luxuries, experience the thrill of the fight, and possibly come out as the Faction on
We still have to build up. Become stronger. People are still shaken after separating off into other societies, which means they’re hesitant on doing anything majorly game-changing. I know you have a mindset, and history, of getting the job done. I think you would be a valuable partner to have, I truly do.” Dark states, taking his shades off to look at him through his actual, shining red eyes. A lot had been going through Icarus’ head at this point, and he was somewhat hesitantly starting to consider the possibility, “Wha- *hic!* What’s in it for me?” “What’s in it for you? My friend, how does becoming second-in-command to the Faction that’s going to be this planet’s savior sound?” Dark replied with a grin. Icarus raised his eyes. Second-in-command? This is the exact opportunity that would get his life back on track! Though, at the same moment, it sounded like a rather large responsibility to take, and a risky one at that. What would Leikos think of this? What should -Icarus-, think of this? Should he continue on with his life in peace, taking no sides, living safely, and never having the chance to get much better than this? Or should he step up to the task, have a wonderful life of better luxuries, experience the thrill of the fight, and possibly come out as the Faction on