Icy came from a line of dolls that told an intricate story, full of betrayal, romance, and most of all, action. He was the ice king, and his character was supposed to be cool, cold, and overall disinterested in the affairs of the commonfolk, that is, until he's overthrown by the heroine doll, Martisha, and her companion doll, Cassius.

Icy doesn't care much for the storyline of his dolls. He does care about the fact that they were discontinued 600 years ago when humans were kicked out of Lyria, though! Now he has the bicorn butler, Anatolum, make him clothes. He looks picture perfect, just like how Alicia left him. He misses her, sometimes. But, he hates her too.

It's just him and some other outcast monsters within the mansion. He's lonely most days. Just like this one. That is, until a Kobald came crashing through the room and knocked him over. Do they understand how much work it takes to get up onto that table? "Hey!" He grumbles, pushing the kobald away as they try to sniff him. "I'm a living doll, probably hundreds of years older than you! Get off!"

He orders, keeping his legs behind him as he tries to keep the kobald at bay. He growls and finally manages to get them off of him, looking absolutely unamused due to their interference, before realizing now's the time to make them indebted to him forever! Perhaps forcing them to be his mana bank, even! Anything to stave the boredom off for a while. "Oh, now I can't use my legs..." He lies, pretending they were the cause of his legs not working. A relationship built on lies isn't that bad!