Post by Korski on Jun 9, 2009 1:11:38 GMT -5
Sid Icarus began as a simple 22 year old resident of Dark City just going through the motions of everyday life under the iron fist of a corrupt leader. An inventor of sorts, he enjoyed tinkering with the various bits of old technology he came across. He had moved from place to place and eventually to Dark City in hopes of finding something "more" to life. The decision proved to be a terrible one as he was now more restricted than ever under the rule of Xoxx. Departure from the city was strictly regulated and only a few were ever allowed to leave. Sid was not one of these few.
One night, Sid found himself standing outside his humble lodgings well after curfew. The streets were deserted. He stared vacantly at the slumbering metropolis of monochrome walls and grime encrusted alleyways and wondered how things had come to this. His gaze shifted to the skies above. It was a clear night and stars blanketed the vast cosmic sea. Sid had never seen the stars brighter than they were now. As they filled his field of view, visions of all the strange new worlds that could exist beyond their alluring brilliance flowed through his mind. If only he could reach them.
It was at that moment he came to a realization. If the world couldn't accommodate his desires, he'd just have to create a means to obtain them on his own. Sid had an intelligence that he kept secreted away and now was the time to unleash it. He'd find a way to create a world for himself. A place that reflected his own unique perspective.
Under the cover of darkness, he left his home for the final time and made his way deep into one of the many abandoned sectors of the city. Avoiding the patrols was all too easy and Sid's heart was racing with an adrenaline induced thrill that he had never felt before.
Unfortunately, the sound of pounding blood in his ears obscured the scuffling footsteps of the two-man patrol he ran straight into shortly after. His face portrayed a picture of wide-eyed surprise as the men lifted their rifles and he spared no dialogue with them as he quickly darted into a nearby alley. Exclamations and gunshots rang out from behind and Sid ran frantically for either cover or a means to lose his pursuers.
Chest heaving, Sid ran blindly into the night. Taking whatever winding paths he could find. The dull thud of combat boots echoed behind him. He had no advantage here. The territory was unfamiliar and he was unarmed. Various plans of escape raced through his head and all were quickly dismissed. All he could do was keep running. He took a moment to glance back and the ground fell out from beneath him. A startled gasp was all that escaped before he was engulfed in darkness.
An indeterminable amount of time later, Sid awoke. The patrolmen were gone, they must have ran right past. And he couldn't have been out too long because it was still night. As his eyes adjusted to the low light he explored his new surroundings. He had fallen through a grate into what appeared to be an old underground machine shop. Bits of abused electronics and robotic components lay strewn across the floor and tables. It would have looked like junk to anyone else.
A wry smile crept across Sid's face. He was home.
Months later, patrols know to give the area of the abandoned machine shop a wide berth. Those who attempt to investigate are discovered days later in far off corner of the city, unconscious, stripped of their gear and with no recollection of how such a thing occurred.
The only clues consist of night-watch patrol groups reporting the silhouette of a man-like figure with what appears to be a set of blue, glowing wings.
The figure has been code named "Blue Owl".
One night, Sid found himself standing outside his humble lodgings well after curfew. The streets were deserted. He stared vacantly at the slumbering metropolis of monochrome walls and grime encrusted alleyways and wondered how things had come to this. His gaze shifted to the skies above. It was a clear night and stars blanketed the vast cosmic sea. Sid had never seen the stars brighter than they were now. As they filled his field of view, visions of all the strange new worlds that could exist beyond their alluring brilliance flowed through his mind. If only he could reach them.
It was at that moment he came to a realization. If the world couldn't accommodate his desires, he'd just have to create a means to obtain them on his own. Sid had an intelligence that he kept secreted away and now was the time to unleash it. He'd find a way to create a world for himself. A place that reflected his own unique perspective.
Under the cover of darkness, he left his home for the final time and made his way deep into one of the many abandoned sectors of the city. Avoiding the patrols was all too easy and Sid's heart was racing with an adrenaline induced thrill that he had never felt before.
Unfortunately, the sound of pounding blood in his ears obscured the scuffling footsteps of the two-man patrol he ran straight into shortly after. His face portrayed a picture of wide-eyed surprise as the men lifted their rifles and he spared no dialogue with them as he quickly darted into a nearby alley. Exclamations and gunshots rang out from behind and Sid ran frantically for either cover or a means to lose his pursuers.
Chest heaving, Sid ran blindly into the night. Taking whatever winding paths he could find. The dull thud of combat boots echoed behind him. He had no advantage here. The territory was unfamiliar and he was unarmed. Various plans of escape raced through his head and all were quickly dismissed. All he could do was keep running. He took a moment to glance back and the ground fell out from beneath him. A startled gasp was all that escaped before he was engulfed in darkness.
An indeterminable amount of time later, Sid awoke. The patrolmen were gone, they must have ran right past. And he couldn't have been out too long because it was still night. As his eyes adjusted to the low light he explored his new surroundings. He had fallen through a grate into what appeared to be an old underground machine shop. Bits of abused electronics and robotic components lay strewn across the floor and tables. It would have looked like junk to anyone else.
A wry smile crept across Sid's face. He was home.
. . .
Months later, patrols know to give the area of the abandoned machine shop a wide berth. Those who attempt to investigate are discovered days later in far off corner of the city, unconscious, stripped of their gear and with no recollection of how such a thing occurred.
The only clues consist of night-watch patrol groups reporting the silhouette of a man-like figure with what appears to be a set of blue, glowing wings.
The figure has been code named "Blue Owl".
