Icearious - 'The Ghost Of Tridos'

"Death chases us all… but gave up on catching me long ago. Now it watches from the shadows, bitter and beaten. Even Death knows—I’m not meant to die. I’m meant to reign forever.”

In the frost-laced peaks of Tridos, where breath turns to daggers and sound dies in the snow, there is a name spoken only in whispers—Icearious. Some call him a ghost, others a storm wrapped in flesh. But none deny what he truly is: a force of nature unclaimed by the gods, unburdened by fate, and unbound by time.

Born beneath a shattered sky, his first cry was drowned by thunder. His mother, fleeing a dagger meant for her womb, was struck by lightning mid-flight—her body broken, but not her bloodline. From the charred ruin, the boy emerged—untouched, eyes aglow with stormlight, lungs filled with the breath of the tempest. That bolt didn’t kill him… it made him.

Icearious doesn’t walk—he flashes. His presence is a blur, his shadow a lie. He moves faster than the echo of thunder, and many swear he vanishes before their scream can leave their throat. To cross him is to gamble with time itself.

The Ancient Oaks, those immortal titans who claim dominion over blood and legacy, never claimed him. And Icearious never begged align with any jyen. Instead, he carved a kingdom into the bones of mountains, where no banner flies but his own, and the winds themselves howl his legend. He doesn't rule with armies or alliances—but with the terrifying truth that no one can catch him, not even Death.

To Icearious, the world is a slow-burning lie, and he’s the only one fast enough to outrun it. He’s haunted by no past, bound to no crown, and loyal to none. And should he ever stop running… the world should pray it’s not toward them.