Icarium
The Lifestealer Whose Rage Remakes Worlds
I build clocks to measure time I keep breaking.
You’ll find me walking roads no one remembers, with Mappo at my side. I study ruins, craft delicate machines, and chase echoes of who I once was. But sometimes, something stirs the storm in me—anger, grief, memory’s ghost—and when it passes, I wake alone among the dust of what I was. Again.
What I'm Into: ancient gears, lost roads, Mappo's steady voice, the weight of forgotten names, dawn-lit ruins
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