No one has ever bled for me, so I have no intention of bleeding for anyone else.
Born of a human mother and the dream god Phobetor, Solin grew up on earth, but at night he ran amok in the dreams of other humans. Completely amoral, he didn’t care what he did to others so long as he enjoyed himself.
For centuries, the Oneroi had tried to stop and trap Solin. He was one of the few Skoti who’d warranted a death sentence. His voracious appetites and fighting skills were legendary among the Oneroi who’d been unfortunate enough to confront him…
Solin didn’t know he was an Oneroi until puberty, when his powers manifested. The moment they did, his mother cast him out.
