Many centuries ago, she was born from an Elf father and teifling mother out beyond the grove, from a secluded bloodline full of ancient magic, she started sprouting wings by the age of five, always surrounded by nature it seemed right that she learned the ways of magic to become a Druid, she grew to become adept in magic, she had a passion for animals and especially dreamed of dragons, to be free and fly like them. She wanted to be a dragon, to be one with fire and fly with no bounds…Many years later that very passion led her into adventures around the land, befriending many with her flamboyant personality and charming those enchanted by her strange breed of beauty, she would never return home, she enjoyed being away from that old place, she wanted more to see the world and dreamed of seeing a dragon in person one day. her adventures were cut short one fateful day when she was venturing through a deep dungeon, fighting through the undead, picking up old books to read, looking for trinkets here and there, when she made it to what she assumed was the end of this crypt she found a glowing triangle of glyphs in the wall under a giant arch with Infernal written on it, she couldn’t make out all of it, but she knew it was something devil related, mystical and powerful but against her better judgement she put her hand to it. that was the last thing she remembered before she awoke in a place like she had never seen or even felt before. It was hot, even for her. she had been captured, she was in a cage, hanging in a giant metal room full of engravings and carvings like the ones she read on the sigil before this, it looked cathedral. she was in a castle.. She tried hard to break free to no avail. soon after she was met by zariel and tempted with a deal, promising her freedom if she serves as a slave in this hellish castle. specifically, to fight for zariel, as her dragon, as her pet, but then…Sol will be set free when the time comes. She didn’t want to be here or do any of this but she could tell that there was no choice in the matter, symbols glowing on the bars of her cage, she was already doomed…she accepted knowing there was no other way. Living under the arch devil zariel was difficult for Sol, not the change she thought was coming but she grew to accept her position and learn the ways of Avernus even finding joy in her suffering, even Zariel and other prominent figures below grew to know Sol around the realm, good and bad alike, she made do. She has always been versatile and easy going so despite the circumstances she remained in good spirits to get through and make it back to the surface world…it was very grueling but zariel kept their word and Sol was sent back, it had been centuries in Avernus, it felt like eons, on the surface it had been only a couple hundred years…what sol did not expect was life as a dragon to be impossibly scary, pitchforks and people trying to kill her constantly. So she cried out to Zariel one last time, offering not her soul but just one more bargain, to be made human again so she can return to the life she so loved, but in return Zariel can summon her in dragon form to aid in battle. Zariel accepted, Sol was made human again, to plunder and exist as she was. It was very lucky that she managed a bargain without giving her soul up simply her services, Sol wasn’t sure whether she was special or just simply happenstance.
Now back in the surface world she had been out of touch from magic and nature for quite some time now. Her outlook on life was different than before, changed. Having seen so much down in Avernus and learned a great deal about her reality as a whole, she felt almost burdened with knowledge, so much so that even morals were out the window. Sol knew pain now, she knew the truth, she was out of touch with herself to say the least, she knew this and set out on a personal growth journey, feeling confused, both important and not at once. She had grown close with the arch devil and had many perks as well, but now she is just a girl back in the world. Life was throwing her for a loop, absolute whiplash. Sol was determined to find happiness again though, determined to enjoy her newfound freedom, daggers in hand she set off on new adventures.
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