Solars

The Solars in Exile

It's good to be king.

Notable Solars

Narikon: General of the Gunstar Defense Line, Dawn caste

• Dragged into Autochthon by his Lunar mate, he remembers the war and has the personal drive and temper to keep the Gunstar in its state of war, seeing any slack as insubordination in wartime. He is one of five generals of the Gunstar Defensive Line, and the only to remember the war.
• Narikon savors skirmishes against his ancient foes - taunting the Sun away from the Gunstar in his Voidfighter Undaunted Sunrise, or diving into the World-Engulfing Maw's gullet, enduring the inferno inside and cleaving the behemoth's heart in two.
• “Extensive magitech augmentations have honed Narikon’s body into an even deadlier fighting machine. His arm-mounted beamklave armature has been the last thing more than one Infernal has seen, and when one of the Empyreal Chaos’ minions tore out his eye, he had it replaced with a miniaturized Essence cannon. The least Narikon can do is to remake himself for the coming war, just as his fellow Chosen are remolding the Great Maker. Next time, the Dawn vows, things will be very different.”

Raanei: Empyrean Astrogator, Twilight caste

• Raanei plots the course of the Gunstar with her legendary mathematical acumen, eluding the Daystar by navigating the Gunstar through a cluster of stellar vortices by plotting the course in her head within her first century of her job. A senior Twilight, she holds tremendous authority but rarely uses it, and is generally known by the public by her cheerful face, though she's rarely seen outside of official functions.
• “Raanei spends hours each day dangling in a simulated void, plotting out a course on thin adamant filaments. She’s also one of the few Exalted with the authority to consult with the Magnus; over the past few centuries, they’ve come to know each other well, though Raanei doesn’t dare let down her guard around him. Conversation with the elder Twilight is one of the few pleasures she has left—he’s left his mark on her, but it is nothing compared to what the crush of years has done to her.”
• Underneath it all, Raanei is tired of running and hiding, of the struggles and the losses. She sees no hope in returning to the Spiral, instead hoping the Deliberative has a future among the stars, with the Gunstar acting as a defense to a multi-planet

The Magnus: you can trust me, Twilight caste

• “His cell is carved into the Elemental Pole of Crystal, trapped beneath miles of diamond and adamant. Glyphs of binding and sorcerous wards line the walls of his cell, drawing untold power from the geomantic infrastructure of Hadal to ensure that the arch-sorcerer cannot escape with one of his countless spells. An artificial blight zone opens into his prison, draining every last breath of Essence from him. It is not enough. Even with these precautions, the escape of the Magnus has been prevented only through the combined efforts of the Solar Deliberative. The renegade Twilight Caste is supremely intelligent, undauntedly bold, cunning, charismatic, brilliantly creative—and also dangerous. In the past, his superhuman intellect has served the Realm well. He designed the theurgic rituals used in reshaping the Great Maker’s soul hierarchy, and played a crucial role in convincing the Great Maker to grant the secrets of sorcery to the Chosen. But as centuries went by, his plans grew in both ambition and madness. He blinded the eyes of the cosmic scorpion Ishiika and sent it into battle against the Tyrant Sun, darkened a thousand stars to conceal the Gunstar from pursuing Primordials, and even sought to trap the Silent Wind in a giant prayer-mill to serve as a power source.”
• “In spite of all this, the Deliberative still needs the Magnus. His understanding of Primordial metaphysics, motonic science, and esoteric sorcery is unrivaled, making him often the only one capable of solving impassable obstacles in the theurgic modification of Autochthon or catastrophic failures of the Gunstar’s magitech infrastructure. His solutions have never failed in all his centuries of imprisonment, though they often have their own catastrophic consequences, forcing his jailers to return and seek further advice from him. A geomantic grid recalibrated to his specifications may restore power to blacked-out sectors of the Realm Defense Grid, but its new Essence signature draws wild exmachina and destroyers out from the Reaches. Executing one of Autochthon’s exmachina on the Magnus’s orders might advance the process of theurgic transformation by years, but it will also cause Realm-wide earthquakes as the Great Maker’s body shudders in agony. The Deliberative has long since made the connection between the Magnus’s plans and their unforeseen outcomes, but his insights are simply too valuable to cease dealing with him.
• In conversation with his captors, the Magnus is composed, cultured, and often witty. He enjoys keeping up on the Realm’s culture and intellectual discourse, often asking his interrogators to recite the aria from the latest Gulaki opera, explain the particulars of a new philosophical movement, or to keep him up to date on current events. He favors those who do, rewarding them with advice and boons that seem to carry no adverse consequences. But his genial demeanor doesn’t mean he isn’t dangerous. He is an analytical genius, comprehending the entirety of his interrogators’ personal histories and psychological complexities before even the first word is spoken. His speech is laced with latent suggestions and hypnotic compulsions, the potent mental coercion of Charms he has had centuries to develop. Not even the powerful mental defenses of the Solar Exalted are a guarantee of safety against him, for the Magnus is a master of making offers that his captors will not want to resist, embedding his escape plans and complex agendas in their own desires and ambitions. Most do not ever realize they have been compromised by him, and those who do rarely comprehend the extent of his influence.”

Theophant Wotch:

• Exalted merely three years ago, after leading his surveyor co-workers to survival after a disaster. Barely over twenty, he houses a radical plot in his heart, believing the salvation of humanity is only possible with the Unconquered Sun back on their side. But he is young, and he needs allies – The Viator of Nullspace might be one, he thinks.
• (MIGHT be stationed/living in Kadar still instead of Hadal, hard to tell!)

Crown of Gold: Eclipse caste

• “Crown of Gold was a Plutocrat before her Exaltation, a hundred years ago. Her rise through the ranks of the Chosen has been meteoric; she’s one of the Deliberative’s most brilliant economic strategists, and years of tutelage by her fellows have honed her acumen into a powerful instrument of efficiency. Though still young by Exalted standards, the Eclipse has become a force to be reckoned with. She’s one of a handful of Chosen with the authority to set quotas and timetables for all of Autochthonia. This gives her broad, far-ranging authority over her society, including the plans of many of her fellows. Crown’s blessing can ensure that a project goes ahead, and her ire can ensure that it dies before it even gets off the ground.”
• She also moves Chosen around based on their strengths, weaknesses, and preferences so that when disaster strikes, a new circle stands ready, even if they do not realize it. Often times these circles stick around, and only rarely do things go wrong – but sometimes they do.

Bauri of Shadows: Night caste

• Once a Moonsilver Colossus, “[t]he Solar was every bit as heroic as his predecessor, and soon made a name for himself as an infiltrator. After half a century of assassination and espionage, Bauri has become a spymaster in his own right—he controls a ring of operatives that spans the Octet. He’s humble, professional, and quiet, but this masks the man’s inner turmoil.”
• Bauri's husband, Perfected Calculus, went Apostate, and he hopes to bring him back himself, or bring him down himself.

The Shining Bodhisattva: Eclipse caste

• The first Eclipse exalted after the exodus, “[a]s the burning euphoria of Solar Exaltation flowed through her body and soul, she saw a vision of the Sun, his noble countenance twisted with hatred. The Tyrant Sun stared into her with eyes like twin stars, and mouthed the words of a terrible promise: “I am coming for you.” The Bodhisattva’s eyes were burned to ash and cinders, blinding her, and soon after the Daystar came baying after the fleeing Gunstar. As if it were a brilliant beacon against the night-black sky, the Bodhisattva’s Exaltation had called out to the Tyrant Sun, revealing the Gunstar despite all its defenses.
• In the aftermath, as the Solar Deliberative struggled to recover from the Daystar’s first devastating assault, the Shining Bodhisattva was overcome by a horrific guilt that has defined her to this day. Almost immediately, she began working to strengthen the Gunstar’s defenses against the Tyrant Sun, laboring with the Sidereal Exalted to encode the Samkhya Heresy Protocols into the Loom of Fate, an impervious ward against prayer. So long as the Protocols stand, the betrayer Sun cannot sense the Exaltation to seek out his Chosen, nor can the titans hear the heretical prayers offered up by traitors within Autochthonia.
• In the millennia since, the Shining Bodhisattva has ascended to the upper echelons of the Solar Deliberative, securing a role of prominence by dint of age and a fanatical enmity against the Tyrant Sun. Even as an elder, she refuses any healing that would restore her eyesight, bearing the burnt-out sockets like a badge of honor. She has spent untold years studying the psychology and metaphysics of the Unconquered Sun, exploiting his every flaw and shortcoming to secure the Gunstar Defense Line against incursions by the Daystar. Her favored stratagem is to stare into the face of the Sun, taunting him with empathic missives that force him to either abandon the Gunstar in pursuit of her, or to spurn his Valor and the awful might of his Godspear. Such a tactic is tantamount to suicide, but her hatred for the Tyrant Sun long since surpassed any fear of death she might have felt.”

Sorin: Eclipse Caste (I feel we have alot of these, but this is the only way he could have Ku's charms)

• The Kular, the man who resents Narikon for what he's done to him. While he has a home in Hadal where his Lunar Mate hangs out, most of his time is spent in the Reaches, particularly in Xexas where he has talked his way into a cramped and lonely apartment where he can practice his thaumatergy in peace. The Solar who is the bottom bitch of the Deliberative is still a Solar from Hadal after all.
• Instead of saying he's a prodigy (because all Solars are) Sorin is a master of the bow, and is a strategist who doesn't outshine Narikon, but there's a reason he was the first elected general by the Deliberative, after they had to imprison the Magnus. However, his true worth to Hadal is his understanding of magic and metaphysics, not on a level that rivals the man he replaced, but enough so that he is trusted with Ku duty. Kuty.
• I imagine he's jaded and genre savvy. After 2500 years of living he's pretty much seen it all, killed Titanics, and survived the Unconquered Sun. Why he ended up on Kuty? When the five generals were all Solars, he raised a revolutionary vote to have the Magnus put down because he felt that he would kill them all in one of his mad experiments. He was quickly given Kuty, but had enough support to hang onto his chair. Through his merits, he's kept his chair. Even Narikon begrudgingly accepts him as a great general, if a little mad. Some would say he sends his enemies
• UP IN SMOKE
• YEEEEEEEAH

The Unconquered Tyrant

Oh shit.

All That Shit in The Gunstar

Oh goddamn.

Traitor Queen Merela

Bitch is going down.