Location: Khazan Proper
"The age of gods is long past and still pantheons rise and fall like empires." The man behind the tall glass of golden liquid said, a literal glow emanating from either himself or whatever the drink was and highlighting his features. Nobody in the bar seemed to notice, least of all the bartender. He downed the contents of the glass and the glow remained. "I'm mythic, you know. I could have saved him. Probably."
The man stood, a faint afterimage of his movement hung in the air and placed a handful of shining silver drachma on the bar as he moved through a crowd that seemed to not see him. The grim light in the pub seeming to flicker and grow even more sullen as he steps out into the rain of Seattle.
He stared up into the storm as it rumbled lazily above, eyes glinting with starlight as they gazed past the clouds into the night sky beyond. The rain never touching him, each droplet whisked away inches from him just like every person who passed by. Never even aware of their proximity to a god.
"Damnit, Sollus. Guess the Moirai had other plans for us, huh?"
After the news had reached him, from the lips of Ted Koppel not Hermes, he made haste to Olympus to plead with Atropos. She proved implacable as always. He even offered to give up some of his own thread but she would not have any of that. Lachesis and Clotho were no help either. He asked all who he thought would listen but they had long ago lost any power to do anything or any will to help.
Zeus could go copulate with a zebra and probably already was.
So he returned to earth. Distraught at the friend he had lost and could do nothing for. A friend who had convinced him that it was a world worth saving but also a world that needed to learn to walk before it could run. A world who had lost a true hero even if he had been a strange kind of blind. A world that was not made of blacks and whites or shades of gray. A world that awash in all the spectrums of light. What had Sagan said?
"We're made of star-stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself."
The cosmos was ready. He had mourned.
Weakness: Energy Absorption
When he had first arrived from Olympus and Beyond to the harsh firmament below, but not to the stygian depths Below, he had still been a young god. He was still a young god, all things considered, but time amongst mortals has a way of aging even an immortal.
Especially when there are other gods trying to kill you.
We are made of star-stuff. The energies of the cosmos are the building blocks of all sorts of life and anti-life. To exist in this reality is to be made of it's substances and power. The naivete of a literal god of the cosmos leaving his safe haven and exposing himself was tantamount to his fall.
Mike, Wally and Sollus found him in the clutches of some blood-maned beast of Set's dark design. Siphoning off stellar energies. He has only recently recovered in full. Perhaps some wiser but no more cautious.
Just in time to do it all again, paying a debt long overdue.
Around him the rain stopped falling, glistening spheres hanging in the air about him. The men and women stopped walking, frozen in place mid-step. The world groaned and snapped, cracks flaring in jagged black lines through the very space of existence and then everything exploded into darkness.
White jacket fluttering as his almost delicate looking hand caught the beastial claw that the spinning shards of obsidian coalesced into. Windows for blocks in every direction exploding in a mirror of what had spawned the abomination the moment before.
He stood unmoved.
And then he did move. It was quick, graceful and smooth. The frozen rain rippling around him as he flipped onto the back of the blood-maned creatures paw and ran up the length of it's arm. Quick and sure, his fist pulling back and leaving it's own trail of sparkling light as water burst into rainbow mists, refracting the light of his glow and afterimage.
The beast hadn't even the time to completely reform before his fist landed like a comet against the it's square snout.
It was a battle that happened between moments. All the mortals heard was an unusually loud crack of thunder that happened to blow out windows three square blocks. The beast landed one blow, the back of it's paw striking him into the sky where he stopped his own ascent before he had even cleared the skyline before retaliating with another shattering blow.
It was over almost before it began. He had been ready. He was ready for everything else that the world could throw at him. Or anyone else.
He had to be.
As time resumed, the public startled by glass tinkling and crashing around them but otherwise ignorant, he looked back up at the storm once more. The clouds beginning to break and the rain stopping.
He pulled his jacket off, folding it over his arm and brushed one lock of red hair from his face.
And he smiled.
Ultimate Mythic Physiology (Long Ranged, Area, Seeker)
And light blazed.
He glowed the great multitude of hues of every star in every sky. The swirl of radiance and color that only the deepest, darkest reach of the universe provides. Obsidian and glass rose around his feet and with a flash of brilliance he and all of his power made their way to where he was needed.
Where light was needed in the darkest of times. Where a guiding star was required.