Aurelion Sol

Aurelion Sol once made things purely for the sake of making them. Drifting through the void, he filled the cosmos with celestial works of his own design. His scale put him closer to an artist than a soldier, and the wonders he shaped answered to no one but himself.

A space-faring empire put an end to that. Deceived into servitude, he now directs his power for masters instead of following his imagination, and his current kit feels like a restrained echo of what he once did freely. Breath of Light pours his dragon fire out as a long beam rather than forming a star, spilling reduced damage onto anything near the first target it strikes. Astral Flight carries him straight over terrain that would otherwise trap him, and it lifts the usual limits on his other spells while he is airborne. Singularity compresses space into a black hole that slowly pulls foes toward its core rather than birthing new worlds. Falling Star hauls a real star from the heavens and smashes it into the ground, more a weapon now than an act of creation, stunning whoever is caught beneath it. Cosmic Creator feeds on every battle, dissolving enemies into Stardust that permanently empowers all his other abilities.

He wants his freedom back so badly that he threatens to drag the stars down to get it, an ambition that suits his home in Targon, a region already shaped by cosmic mystery. There he shares the spotlight with other celestially inclined figures like Aphelios, whose weapons are likewise pulled from the sky rather than forged on the ground, and Diana, whose devotion also looks skyward instead of toward any single nation on the ground below.