Icarus wears a simple blue smock as his underlayer, its fabric light yet refined, hinting at both practicality and elegance. Over it, he dons a black jerkin, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that weaves delicate patterns across the fabric, a testament to craftsmanship fit for one in his station.
At his neck, a blue necktie drapes gracefully, its long strands flowing from both ends, framing the polished green jade set at its center—a treasured gift from his mother, bestowed upon him when he was officially recognized by the High Lord as a King's Messenger. The gem gleams with an inner warmth, carrying both sentimental weight and quiet prestige.
His lower attire consists of black Victorian-style tros, fitted and well-tailored, each detail meticulous—from the golden buttons that fasten them, subtly reflecting the accents of his overgarment, to the fine stitching that hints at understated nobility.
His features are striking, almost regal. Light-skinned, his complexion is smoo