Solaerus Starpyre

Solaerus Starpyre is an assistant to Xuvana, dedicated to the protection and collection for the Library of Akarat.

### Description

#### Appearance

He is very tall with a very thin and lanky build. His bones are hollow, giving him the ability for flight, however it makes him brittle and easy to damage. He heals very quickly unless the blow is fatal. He has large white and pink wings. They flicker with hot white flame, though the flame is unable to burn him and usually only warm to the touch to others, unless he is feeling strong emotion, in which the flames become much stronger and much hotter. His hair is long and bright, whitish blonde, coming down to around his waist. Behind each pointed ear stretches a very small set of wings matching the ones donned on his back. His hands and feat are clawed and feathered, the feathers fading back to skin at his calves and forearms. He often wears a lot of leather and denim, preferring dark colors such as red, black and grey. Gone are the days of his ethereal, angelic likeness of clothing.

#### Personality

Solaerus is.. Very tricky. It's often hard to tell what he's thinking, his words always having some sort of sub-contextual meaning. He rarely shows any emotion besides bemusement, preferring to lock away anything else. It occasionally spills over in destructive, white hot displays of emotion, though it was rare enough that he didn't pay much heed to the danger of bottling up a majority of his feelings. He is often unfazed by what people say or do, his lack of response extremely infuriating. If anything, he has mild anger issues, though it takes a lot to belittle him and it often smothers quickly as he does not enjoy revealing what he is feeling.

### Background

Solaerus has been alive for a long time. How long? He had long since lost track. He had stopped aging around the appearance of 25. His life was not measured in age, rather in death, however. For he could be reborn upon death. He had died 4 times in his long span of life. He figured he had a good 5 or 6 more deaths left in him. Not many knew enough about fireborns for him to truly know. It was a fuck around and find out type of situation. Although not particularly powerful, he had long since been heralded as a minor deity of his land due to his sheer length of presence. "The Undying" or "The Winged Herald" was a few of many titles that had been coined for him in the past couple of centuries. He couldn't remember much before the past few decades, dying had a way of making his memories hazy, dream like, distorted more with each death. He was killed in a battle, maybe 10, 20 years ago? It was, unsurprisingly, due to a war he got caught in the middle of. He tried to play both sides, and in an ironic twist of fate, it made the opposing forces come together just to destroy him. That's what being a trickster got him, he supposed. He found some entertainment in playing with people, filling the endless amount of time left to live. However, that tricky and curious nature that filled him often got him into... compromising situations. He supposed that was what he was doing now, wandering, causing a few problems here and there, narrowly escaping danger. He often forgot he was not actually immortal, even when he did, it didn't quite stop his insatiable desire to continue to mess with people. He was a tricky deity, despite the people of his homeland worshiping him, he rarely made an effort to truly act godly, instead running from responsibility to his next hit of fun shenanigans. Just as he was doing in the present.