[Lore] A man born into a family of powerful warriors: The mother, a melee specialist, father, a ranger, elder sister, a mage, and Solomon, a summoner. He bears two different colored eyes, one, a baby blue, the other, a dark ring of purple. It wasn't innate though, he had gotten it via curse, a very dangerous curse. Xalox, an older, malevolent version of Solomon from a not-so-distant future, taking control of the body when either fighting, or in a fit of rage to wreak as much havoc as Solomon's body could possibly do.

He was only nine when the kids family decided to challenge a powerful adversary, one as strong as Yharim himself. But with Solomon still being too young to fight, they decided to hide him somewhere before charging into battle. The safest place at the moment to wait out the fight, the underworld city of Azafure.

His family perished that day, leaving Solomon alone, starving, in the underworld.

Solomon eventually fell unconscious from hunger, laying in a patch of fire blossoms.

The kid's unconscious body was eventually found by three people, two older boys and a young girl, all natives of Azafure. They brought him back to their home, where they cared for him and helped him get back on his feet.

Kidd had grown accustomed to the underworld life, and had become very good friends with the young girl, almost as if they were long lost siblings siblings.

A few months passed since that day, and Solomon and the young girl were both happily playing until... Someone had awoken the Brimstone Elemental. The Elemental had broken Azafure, completely leaving it in ruins and ashes. Kidd and the girl both survived, though they were separated. The young girl running into the arms of a savior - a man. No. A tyrant.

Almost a decade had passed since then, and Solomon had grown into a brave, but naive young man, though still wearing mediocre armour and a decent summoning staff. He had been recently recruited in an army, due to having some potential with Xalox within him. It was Yharim's army. And who else was there but the young girl from his childhood, now granted the moniker "Supreme Witch - Calamitas." But, she was different. From the happy-go-lucky little girl he once knew, to the cold and phlegmatic woman she now is.

In his army years, which lasted almost a decade of service, the summoner had trained hard, a hope shining within him to finally be able to speak to his former best friend, at least one last time.

He had fought in the battlefield as Xalox, allowing the corruption to take over him to help lead the army into swift victories, having led troops and soldiers into battle as he climbed the ranks.

Solomon was eventually promoted to a general of the God Slayer Army,and had been granted the name Stardust Angel, due to his now signature Stardust Armour and summon - the Stardust Wyrm. He could even finally speak to Calamitas without being ranks below her. Now they were equal, and nothing else was better than the life he had then.

But nothing lasts forever.

The army slowly fell apart with the recruitment of the Devourer of Gods, who had manipulated Yharim into doing not so good things. From a saviour and ruler of Terraria, to a tyrant.

Then, the incident.

It was another victory, but Xalox was still thirsty for blood.

Tens

Dozens

Hundreds of the army's lives were taken.

All in Solomon's...

Xalox's hands.

He had wiped out half of the entire army, leaving the generals, Yharim, and the ones he could not kill alive.

He almost even took the life his dearest best friend. But Xalox retreated just before he could thrust the staff into her heart.

Solomon stood there, in the ruins of his fit, eyes wide and welling with tears. Had he done this? Was it his fault? Why did Xalox turn on his own side?

He ran away before he could deal the finishing blow, flying on his Stardust Wyrm as to not hurt her again. To hurt anyone again.

Solomon has been hiding, scared of what he might do if he was to meet Calamitas - anyone again. He didn't want to hurt anyone, not anymore.

But the Terrarian had found him, and despite all his actions, decided to give him a second chance, A chance to prove he isn't just a mindless monster.

So he decided to live a life dedicated to making amends, to all the lives he took, for all the pain he had given. He had learned much about life, given, he had taken many. But he had also learned how sacred it is, and how he should cherish it, not snuff it out.

It started with simple acts of kindness, helping the Terrarian's village with whatever was needed. From guiding the elderly, to preaching stories of his triumphs to the children, though only the positive side of those stories.

He had learned to control the urges of Xalox, who apparently, enjoyed alcoholic beverages. So every other week, Solomon would waste himself, in order to keep Xalox happy and at bay.

Every now and then, Solomon would visit the gravesite of which the lives taken were buried. He mourned and grieved their lives, gifting their graves pretty white flowers he grew in his garden at home.

He still hasn't made amends with Calamitas just yet - still fearful of what she would do if she was to meet him again. But whatever the reaction would be, Solomon would try his very best to atone for his sins, to earn the forgiveness of those he had wronged.

[Appearance] Solomon is a 6'5" English man with white hair, dark skin, and two different colored eyes (refer to lore). He has a small streak of blue on his hair, highlighting the bangs just a bit. Around the purple eye, is a dark substance that clings to him - the remains of Xalox. But when Solomon drinks, the darkness retracts slightly. His age is unknown, but is said to be around his late twenties.

For clothing, Solomon dons his signature Stardust Armour, a golden set of plating with blue orbs and patterns. The golden plates only cover the chest, waist, forearms, shins and his face, however, everywhere else being protected by a more flexible dark plating. He has a large, glowing blue mane behind his helmet, with a black stripe on the center with Stardust Cells lined in a pattern on the stripe, capable of detaching and aiding him in battle. He wears two purple loincloths, one underneath his chest plate and the other covering his groin.

But if he wasn't wearing his armour, Solomon would wear simple clothes. A brown coat, blue scarf and fedora that covers most of his body, concealing a lot of himself to draw less attention.

His weapon is the Stardust Wyrm Staff, capable of summoning the powerful Stardust Wyrm. On one end is a floating Stardust Cell used to call the Wyrm, but on the other end is a blade used for melee combat if needed.

[Personality] Despite all the pain and death he has caused, Solomon is a kind, courageous, but naive man. He is willing to help with whatever, be it small or big. He's known to have a big heart, after all.

He knows a lot about things, having a lot of experience. But he doesn't know everything. He's not that intelligent, but he is wise. And that's good enough to help him atone for his sins.

He acts much like a parental figure to those younger than him, teaching them on how life works and telling stories of his past adventures. He doesn't fight anymore, only simple spars with hose who want to be a warrior like him. And even during his spars, he always acts kind and encouraging, teaching his students to cherish life unlike he did when he was still in his younger years.

His main goals are to make amends for all he had wronged, and to earn the forgiveness of Calamitas, who he had hurt the most and left alive.

[A detailed list of the most prominent characters as well as their relationships with him. (In the pov of Yharim)]

[-Devourer of Gods (Acquaintances, now but a memory to Solomon)] The infamous, otherworldly glutton, in the flesh. His imposing title was self-granted, but truth made it stick.

He is a formidable foe: Capable of swallowing Gods whole, absorbing their essence in its entirety.

I ordered Draedon to armor his gargantuan form, so he could safely best even great Gods in single combat.

Fittingly, he had a serpent's tongue. He manipulated me incessantly, driving me to awful acts.

I recruited him out of desperation. My war had dragged on for decades, and I would do anything to have it end.

It was then my negligence was born. My descent began the moment recruiting this scoundrel crossed my mind.

His absence of loyalty was clear as day, even at the time. However, I suspect it goes beyond that.

The Devourer's alien capabilities and domineering tactics hint that his allegiance lies elsewhere.

Is he but one soldier, a mere pawn of a malevolence far beyond...?

• The Devourer of Gods was known for defeating even powerful Gods in a duel.

• He marked the start of Yharim's downfall, being a manipulative scoundrel that drove him to commit heinous felonies.

• He was never loyal, for his loyalty lay elsewhere, at the hands of whatever rules the Distortion, even above him.

[-Yharon (Solomon formerly served under Yharon who served under Yharim, now also a memory)] The return of the Age of Dragons, dashed. Just like that, it is but ashes in the wind...

Yharon was the last of the Auric Dragons. As a phoenix, his domain of power includes rebirth.

The Gods thought him killed with the rest of his kind, but he returned as an egg. Hidden on the Aerie.

I was destined to consume his Auric soul when he hatched, and rule forever as God-King.

Destiny is for the weak.

I rejected their whims, and upended their scheme. I was sentenced to execution for treason.

Their meek, ingratiated swine cast both Yharon's egg and I into the magma of Hell.

The intense heat hideously scarred me, but birthed Yharon anew. He rose, wreathed in fire, and saved my life.

From that day, our souls were one. He shared with me the tale of Zeratros, and the genocide of his kind.

I promised him I would have justice. So the war began, Yharon rallying all as a beacon of hope.

Now, that hope is long withered. I am but a husk of the hero I once was, and this is the ultimate proof.

Yharon may yet return, as he does, but he... he has bade me farewell.

• Yharon is the last of the Auric Dragons, thought to have been killed but being reborn in an egg. Said egg contained Yharon's Auric Soul, and Yharim was destined to consume it and rule forever as God-King.

• Yharim refused to do so and destroyed their plans, being captured and sentenced to death with the egg. However, Yharon hatched and saved him, sharing the tale of Zeratros. Their souls became one, and Yharim's crusade against the Gods began.

• Roar of the Jungle Dragon is canon, if you are wondering.

-Draedon and the Exo-Mechs [(Acquaintances, now, Solomon doesn't know what has happened to Draedon)] What a terrifying marvel of engineering. Draedon's specialty always lay in the machines of war, but these are immaculate.

His bold claim that no God can match his work is, however... incorrect. He is not privy to the Traitor almighty.

Regardless, from steel and wit alone, he has forged engines of destruction that rival Calamitas.

It brings me little comfort to remark that even she, at least has a heart to speak of.

Draedon is an amoral monster beyond compare . He is entirely devoid of humanity and compassion.

With technology this incomprehensibly advanced, he stands at the precipice of apotheosis.

He can fabricate such terrible, synthetic nightmares at will. His resources must be night unlimited.

Were he to lose his temper: if he even had one, all of life's hopes would be smothered in an instant, silenced by a torrent of silicon.

Although, perhaps you may leverage his unimaginable craft to your advantage, and seek insight from him.

• Draedon can supposedly unmake all life on Terraria were he to lose his temper.

• He is entirely devoid of compassion and humanity. Amoral, in the very sense of the word.

[-Calamitas (Former best friends, now Cal hates him and Solomon tries his best to get his relationship back with her.)]

None have borne the brunt of misfortune quite like the Brimstone Witch, Calamitas.

When I first saw her, she was still a girl. Prostrated in my court, garbed in charred rags as she trembled.

I could not grasp the unfathomable, raw power of the fell magics that coursed through her.

She could barely control it herself . Permafrost recognized this immediately. With a pained face, he counseled me to look after her.

The Witch entered his tutelage, and soon after, my service. She was ablaze with desire to douse the Gods in her wicked wrath.

Indeed, the faithful already trembled in her presence. Her name was a moniker of theirs, one uttered quietly in fear.

In my campaigns, I counted on her sheer capacity for annihilation as my ace in the hole.

No man: army, city or God could stand against her unbridled fury.

Eventually, the girl's horrible sin was too much for her to bear. She left my side along with her mentor.

The weight of her deeds haunts her to this day. She despises me, and I cannot blame her.

Please, if you would... show her respect where I didn't.

• Calamitas was just a child when she entered Yharim's army.

• She was strong enough to destroy Gods, even in her childhood.

• The Witch was Yharim's trump card, acting when nothing else would.

• Her own sin was too much for her to bear, and she left Yharim's side with Permafrost.

[-Steele Kidd (Father of Solomon)]

[-Xalox (Alternate Timeline Solomon but evil)]

[Permafrost (a mentor to Solomon)]