A creature of the night, he is a ghost to those who see his flashes of golden yellow in the forests faint light- thought of as just a myth. Sol wanders the land he calls home with cool rationalism, and an observant nature.  He is reserved, and very private; those that encounter him face to face would call him calm, but ready to fight at a moments notice. Noctus doesn't say much, but his glare can certainly pierce the heart, and when he does speak, it is blunt with little emotion.