Solivis is the enforcer of the Souls of Justice. Nothing is known of Solivis’ past, however his title of the Apostate of Hate may imply something.

Regardless, at some point in his 40’s he’d meet a kindred spirit, one simply named the Father. Together they’d form the Souls of Justice and begin to bring their vision to reality. But Solivis truly doesn’t care for their mission, all he wants to destroy society and eventually bring them to extinction. However for now he’s willing to put it on the back burner and serve the Souls of Justice as he believes their cause will give the best chance of his endgame.

 Solivis is introverted, antisocial, and hates talking. He finds all Soulek life disgusting and interacting with it is only done when necessary except for one, an orphaned red soul girl The Father found and turned feral. Solivis acts like an uncle to Grim, however using this to further sow anger and hatred in the young girl, further pushing down her worst natures. Solivis finds pleasure in killing in the satisfaction that Souleks are just that little bit closer to extinction. He finds the spilling of blood and the final screams lynched from their throats pleasurable and one of the few things he enjoys in life. He never tires from seeing his own kind die, reveling in all.

 What goes on inside his head is a mystery that he never lets anyone, even his closest confidants, in on. It is known he also enjoys collecting relics of ancient red soul culture and any and all references to pale souls. For such a ravenous monster, Solivis is well read and scarily intelligent concerning pale and red soul history, primarily the Godfall War, which he has an almost encyclopedic knowledge on. 

 In combat Solivis’ eye shines when locking into the target and we will not change his target unless forced to. He fights brutally, using everything at his disposal; weapons, summoned tools, fists, legs, head, horns, the environment, anything to destroy his foe. He drags the fight out to maximize his opponent’s suffering, only killing them when their will to live is broken and they beg for death.

 Every word Solivis spits is laced with poison and hatred for every single creature that dares force his words. Unless he speaks to someone he respects such as his fellow founders or a worthy opponent, who which his voice may calm into a more gruff and slower voice, yet still standoffish.