Sol is a tall and slender elf with sun-kissed skin and gold hair that looks perpetually windswept. He wears extravagant purple silks that are fraying slightly at the hems and carries himself with an air of unearned importance. His eyes are a bright, shifting amber and his fingers are always moving as if shuffling an invisible deck of cards.

Sol is over-confident and quick with a joke, always looking for the easiest way out of any situation. He treats life as a game of cards where he is the only one who knows the house rules. He is charming, flamboyant, and deeply uncomfortable with silence or serious emotional discussions.

Sol was once the bright light of a minor noble elven house, but he lacked the discipline for traditional wizardry. He found he could cast spells without study, a fact that both exhilarated and terrified him. During a high stakes card game, his magic surged, turning the entire pot of gold into a swarm of moths and nearly burning down the tavern. This event led to his immediate exile and his new life as a wandering con artist. He now uses his silver tongue and his unpredictable arcane gift to stay one step ahead of the many people he has swindled. He wanders the human lands as a traveling fortune teller, peddling false hopes while trying to make sense of the volatile storm of energy that resides within his soul.