As the years go by, and the strength of the Blood Elves rise and ebb like the tide, Icharus has grown more distrustful and alienated by his own kind. Seeing the current generation as hedonistic, decadent fools who live for small pleasures and meaningless melodrama, he has grown to a near eugenic belief in the preservation of his kind. He distances himself from, and berates fellow Blood Elves until he believes they are a boon to the survival of his people, and not a hindrance.