Icarus Unholy was born with a guitar in his hand in a dark alley on Bourbon street in Louisiana.
At a very young age he had an ear for heavy metal, an eye for beautiful ladies and a love for all things eeire.
He was an up and coming Rockstar from the 1980s who’s career was cut short by a strange paranormal event and brought back from the dead years later by a voodoo practicing teenager who had a knack for snappy one liners.
Now he returns. The man, the myth, the dude who still rocks a mullet unironically. He is Icarus Unholy. The Master of Scaremonies.