Name: Amadis, Albion.
Hero sobriquet: Spectral Star
Appearance: Tall humanoid of strong athletic build, superior Atlantean anatomy. His form shifts depending on the nature of the star energies coursing through him, thus specific quirks and features alternate, the arcane reflux modifies garments as well.
Powers: A master of forgotten sorcery knowledge and the illusory arts, by means of ancestry and prior enlightenment holds domain over the different spectrums of stellar energies, which allows him, among other feats, to direct them inwards enhancing and restoring any non hostile being, or project them outwards to hinder and weaken those of ill intent.
Origins: Cold and the darkness, the hatred of it, that is all he could recall of his early years. A child forsaken into this world without kith or kin, only a name bestowed upon him: Amadis. The child days were just the endless procession from one set of hands to the other. It was in those hands where cold dwell, it was in their eyes that darkness nested, this terrified him more than the wild yearn of his entrails, which he could not put a name to in his innocent ignorance; for he had a gift of power: uncanny knowledge whispered in the wake of his thoughts, a ravaging pulse not his own crawling deep inside. Now and then, a fortuitous chain of circumstances allowed an escape and thus he ran, and hid; while wandering the streets on his own a comforting presence, barely a perception, guided and protected him. Intuitively rising his arms towards the glittering gems of the night sky, the stripling sought to catch their pure light, to bask in the gentle warmth of the moon. Yet, failing to do so, the fires of his heart doused into a flickering ember, chased, ignored, rejected, captured again by beasts in the guise of men; ailing, feeble, hopeless. A tale of woe meant to be changed, as in the witching hour when a ritual of sacrifice was performed and the Oranbegan spine held by Baron Zoria pierced his chest, the Dream Doctor's arcane justice blasted away the Circle of Thorns. Engulfed in the ensuing chaos, a cultist seized the offering being annihilated as a consequence, alongside the accursed splint, by the surge of mystic power that flared breaking antediluvian seals. The gates of the mind opened, Amadis became, once again, Albion.
Atlantis, millennia ago. The once sublime civilization had fallen to ignominy, in the isle sins rushed rampant as the last stand of the virtuous faced defeat. Among smoking ruins an imposing man kneels burdened by regret, he is one of the Magi who leaded the rebellion against the Council of Light; in his arms lays his wife, the last High Priestess, avatar of the being known as Selene. Her psyche severed from the flesh by atrocious incantations, she fades, he pleads and begs, now freed from his own delusion, it was not for the greater good says Albion, it was ignorance, the greed that breeds in the void of mankind's soul; one tear drops, one last caress, one loving blessing bestowed, then gone she is in a glistening shroud. The Magus rises, consumed in despair, gathering onto him the laws of intellect and matter, the starlight fires of his essence ignite as he utters a terrible command, a curse, to leave all powerless against the rightful cataclysm to come, to bind his own fate and that of the conspirators in punishment for ages to come, one incarnation after another...
Dream Doctor found himself with a conundrum under his care, the physiology of the lad had changed into that of an enlightened Atlantean, the force of stars flowed in his veins and he held dominance over thoughts and feelings; the occult was not foreign to him, while his mind was shattered. Unwilling to deliver the victim into confinement and the care of those unaware of his nature, the formation of the Midnight Squad brought both relief to the hero and a true prospect for recovery. As decenniums went by, Amadis/Albion became attuned with his endowments, no lesser among these the echoed presence of the one whose blessing, ultimately, broke his curse. Being from a golden era of humanity when the laws of creation where claimed, titanic legends walked among us and the nightmarish primordial horrors lurked just out of the corner of your eyes, he fit smoothly in a city of super powered crime fighters and evil doers. To honor his savior, teachers, and, perhaps still, as penance, the mystic took upon the mantle of a hero of justice, donning an alter ego facade in his crusade against nefarious cabals; Names carry power after all, ancient ones more so, being one who claims dominance over the wills of others, he knows only a colossal fool or an unconquerable force would risk to expose their quintessence, and given enough time and knowledge anyone can be conquered. Repose at ease dwellers of Paragon City, for as the tendrils of heinous shades beyond the veil slither to profane your hearts and minds, the Spectral Star rises unwavering, and they shall face deliverance!
Mastered Aspects: So far!.
[glow=#FFFFFF,4,300]White Star Σελήνη.[/glow]
[glow=#00BFFF,4,300]Blue Star Φωσφόρος καί Ἓσπερος.[/glow]
[glow=#FFD700,4,300]Yellow Star Ἠέλιος.[/glow]
[glow=#BF3EFF,4,300]Void Star Νύξ.[/glow]