Post by iamhappy on Sept 19, 2015 19:27:01 GMT -5
Title: The Sage Chronicles
Genre: Supernatural Suspense/Drama
Origins:
"Grigori (George) Ron Mendel has always been a loner. As a child he was interested in magicians, illusionists like Harry Houdini, and David Copperfield kept him entertained. He had a fun child hood, full of learning tricks of magicians, becoming athletic, artistic and unusually skilled at survival tactics, he enjoyed the out doors, became friends with Native Americans, learned histories of people from across the world. That all changed when George was attacked by mystical cultists and nearly murdered in an evil ritual. Police found him severely injured in ways that should have killed him. He nearly breathed his last breath as his ambulance came to the site of the old theater he had been lured to and attacked. He was pronounced clinically dead more than once during his ordeal of reaching the hospital and recovering there, so traumatic were his injuries. Even today he bears the scars on his eyes which put them out, thank God for eye transplants."
A tanned man interjected during the conversation from behind the police chief, Charles Ken Reagan with a sharp but restrained volume. "I get tired of hearing about that. I'm the one they tore open with their knives, and even I don't complain that much about it. I've let it all go. Sure the others have a right to be concerned about other children in the city, but nothing like it has happened for twenty five years. I'm thirty five years old now. I'm sure that they got caught eventually." Grigori said calmly. He had a scar over both eyes, somehow all of his scars other than that were gone. His body seemed to be in extremely good health, a medical miracle, he pretended. In reality he had discovered a way to regenerate his health magically.
He looked at Police Chief Charles Reagan. "You are a good friend Charles. Let's forget this and move on with our lives." George had taken down all the cultists who nearly sacrificed him. He even destroyed the demon he was offered up to. that took until last month. Charles looked at George. . . "Look, while investigating this cult that murdered you, I've discovered countless things that finally opened me up to acknowledging that the world isn't as fun and cheerful as I thought it was. Horrifying monsters doing harm to children in ways that could make a strong stomached adult man throw up. I ain't letting it go even if you have. Good on you I guess, for recovering, forgiving and following your dreams. Most people can't do as much as you can. I, on the other hand, want to catch these freaks or whatever they are that did this to you".
A grin appeared on Grigori's face. "I love you, Charles. You're the best friend a child could want, and I'm glad your own children grew up to be friends with me, and I certainly can't believe that both of them grew up to be world renowned in their fields, just like their "old man". Chief, I brought you a gift for your birthday.' He handed the Chief a birth day present, gift wrapped in an embroidened box. "Here. . ." He said gently as he handed him the gift box. "It's a diary." The Police Chief saw it. . . "This is interesting. You mean to say this is your diary?" Grigori gently grinned again. "Chief, you're going to find out things about me that you never wanted to know, things you'd like to know and things you wish you would have known."
Two Hours later. . . the Police Chief was concerned. "Wow. . . You mean to say that you're Grigori. . . ? Yes, the Grigori? The legendary wizard that the criminals and supernatural villains fight all the time? How is that even possible? The Grigori is a demi god, you are just a man?" Grigori smiled once again. "Well, let's see, I took some of the diary out. I can't really say why or how, but God himself let me survive that encounter as a child. It has to be. As far as all my powers go, managed to take down the demon, Kaalgath. That's the god the evil Cult worshiped. . . the ones who cut me up and everything. Now that you know, usually you would be in trouble. But now that you have been informed of this information on exactly your sixtieth birthday, you are given a measure of protection, in addition to my own protective enchantments for you. It extends to the station and everyone in your personal life, so. . . Yes, this is why I've waited so long to tell you.
Charles was concerned. "Well, Grigori, you have a lot of explaining, suspicion and thanks in store for you." Finally, Grigori left after his three hour stay with Charles, his friend. On returning to his estate, the Mendel Estate, he discovered intruders. "Warlocks. . . six of them. . . and all of them are extremely powerful." Just then, fire erupted from the sky, meteorites of flame, fire balls fell down on Grigori, harmlessly. He conjured a mystic staff, with it's head being a dragon and he noticed just then that all six warlocks had emerged from the Estate, some of them bearing spell books from his hidden lair. "You've discovered the lair, I'm afraid that you must all be taken out". Thunder bolts fell on them repeatedly as Grigori aimed his mystic staff at their direction. . . Two of them dropped their books, while the other four returned with bolts of green energy.
Grigori felt the sting of the magic far stronger than the falling fires. "Your mystical force is inferior to mine." He stated, with the thunderbolts bearing down on them repeatedly. . . Some of them went intangible as they returned once more with an even stronger spell, a white flash of power, like lightning but far slower, still managed to knock Grigori onto his back side very violently. . . As he returned to his feet, one rushed him with a large bowie knife. . . he was dressed in typical Goth styled clothes as were they all, but Grigori's unseen protection caused the slashing weapon to break against his skin. "This isn't going to work, you thug". The dragon staff knocked the thug out in one good thwack. At this, the warlocks began to run. . . only one of them stood, the strongest. . . as he finished an incantation, which summoned a dark spirit, a wraith like skeleton identical to depictions of the Grim Reaper. "Ah, a death stalker. Extremely powerful. I can see you will take more than a few charms and incantations to take down".
Grigori raised the staff and countered the Death Stalker's scythe with it. The Staff of All-Dragon shattered the Scythe easily, and exiled the spirit with a sickening crack against it's skull. Grigori's powerful artifact was raised, and it caused the great warlock's powers to drain. . . the Warlock then turned into dust. . . Slowly, the Grigori turned to face the fleeing thugs.
FOR EACH CHARACTER
Name: Grigori
Secret Identity: Grigori (George), Ron Mendel
Male
Age: Thirty Five
Appearance:
Brown hair, green eyes, he wears a normal set of denim jeans and any t-shirt. He sometimes does have his All-Dragon Staff, which is a staff with a dragon at the end of it. . . a dragon head and dragon wings. His muscular body is sleek but not thin, and he has scars below and above his eyes.
Powers & Skills:
He has supernatural knowledge, awareness of magical things and how to fight them, as well as the ability to control thunder, fire, ice, healing, and the conjuration of dragons. Illusionary conjuration is also very strong, it conjures illusions into being real. . . he can animate objects into being his servants, he can communicate with animals, plants and sometimes even inanimate objects. He is also three times as fit and strong, with reflexes and agility as a Human who is world's record breaking in every area of the body. Except healing, which is genuinely supernatural at the rate of being able to heal six hundred times faster than a normal person.
Critical Preexisting Relationships: His parents, and police chief Charles Ken Reagan, and Charles Reagans two sons Jon and Charles Jr.
Weaknesses: Excessively bright sun light can be disturbing psychologically for him.
Genre: Supernatural Suspense/Drama
Origins:
"Grigori (George) Ron Mendel has always been a loner. As a child he was interested in magicians, illusionists like Harry Houdini, and David Copperfield kept him entertained. He had a fun child hood, full of learning tricks of magicians, becoming athletic, artistic and unusually skilled at survival tactics, he enjoyed the out doors, became friends with Native Americans, learned histories of people from across the world. That all changed when George was attacked by mystical cultists and nearly murdered in an evil ritual. Police found him severely injured in ways that should have killed him. He nearly breathed his last breath as his ambulance came to the site of the old theater he had been lured to and attacked. He was pronounced clinically dead more than once during his ordeal of reaching the hospital and recovering there, so traumatic were his injuries. Even today he bears the scars on his eyes which put them out, thank God for eye transplants."
A tanned man interjected during the conversation from behind the police chief, Charles Ken Reagan with a sharp but restrained volume. "I get tired of hearing about that. I'm the one they tore open with their knives, and even I don't complain that much about it. I've let it all go. Sure the others have a right to be concerned about other children in the city, but nothing like it has happened for twenty five years. I'm thirty five years old now. I'm sure that they got caught eventually." Grigori said calmly. He had a scar over both eyes, somehow all of his scars other than that were gone. His body seemed to be in extremely good health, a medical miracle, he pretended. In reality he had discovered a way to regenerate his health magically.
He looked at Police Chief Charles Reagan. "You are a good friend Charles. Let's forget this and move on with our lives." George had taken down all the cultists who nearly sacrificed him. He even destroyed the demon he was offered up to. that took until last month. Charles looked at George. . . "Look, while investigating this cult that murdered you, I've discovered countless things that finally opened me up to acknowledging that the world isn't as fun and cheerful as I thought it was. Horrifying monsters doing harm to children in ways that could make a strong stomached adult man throw up. I ain't letting it go even if you have. Good on you I guess, for recovering, forgiving and following your dreams. Most people can't do as much as you can. I, on the other hand, want to catch these freaks or whatever they are that did this to you".
A grin appeared on Grigori's face. "I love you, Charles. You're the best friend a child could want, and I'm glad your own children grew up to be friends with me, and I certainly can't believe that both of them grew up to be world renowned in their fields, just like their "old man". Chief, I brought you a gift for your birthday.' He handed the Chief a birth day present, gift wrapped in an embroidened box. "Here. . ." He said gently as he handed him the gift box. "It's a diary." The Police Chief saw it. . . "This is interesting. You mean to say this is your diary?" Grigori gently grinned again. "Chief, you're going to find out things about me that you never wanted to know, things you'd like to know and things you wish you would have known."
Two Hours later. . . the Police Chief was concerned. "Wow. . . You mean to say that you're Grigori. . . ? Yes, the Grigori? The legendary wizard that the criminals and supernatural villains fight all the time? How is that even possible? The Grigori is a demi god, you are just a man?" Grigori smiled once again. "Well, let's see, I took some of the diary out. I can't really say why or how, but God himself let me survive that encounter as a child. It has to be. As far as all my powers go, managed to take down the demon, Kaalgath. That's the god the evil Cult worshiped. . . the ones who cut me up and everything. Now that you know, usually you would be in trouble. But now that you have been informed of this information on exactly your sixtieth birthday, you are given a measure of protection, in addition to my own protective enchantments for you. It extends to the station and everyone in your personal life, so. . . Yes, this is why I've waited so long to tell you.
Charles was concerned. "Well, Grigori, you have a lot of explaining, suspicion and thanks in store for you." Finally, Grigori left after his three hour stay with Charles, his friend. On returning to his estate, the Mendel Estate, he discovered intruders. "Warlocks. . . six of them. . . and all of them are extremely powerful." Just then, fire erupted from the sky, meteorites of flame, fire balls fell down on Grigori, harmlessly. He conjured a mystic staff, with it's head being a dragon and he noticed just then that all six warlocks had emerged from the Estate, some of them bearing spell books from his hidden lair. "You've discovered the lair, I'm afraid that you must all be taken out". Thunder bolts fell on them repeatedly as Grigori aimed his mystic staff at their direction. . . Two of them dropped their books, while the other four returned with bolts of green energy.
Grigori felt the sting of the magic far stronger than the falling fires. "Your mystical force is inferior to mine." He stated, with the thunderbolts bearing down on them repeatedly. . . Some of them went intangible as they returned once more with an even stronger spell, a white flash of power, like lightning but far slower, still managed to knock Grigori onto his back side very violently. . . As he returned to his feet, one rushed him with a large bowie knife. . . he was dressed in typical Goth styled clothes as were they all, but Grigori's unseen protection caused the slashing weapon to break against his skin. "This isn't going to work, you thug". The dragon staff knocked the thug out in one good thwack. At this, the warlocks began to run. . . only one of them stood, the strongest. . . as he finished an incantation, which summoned a dark spirit, a wraith like skeleton identical to depictions of the Grim Reaper. "Ah, a death stalker. Extremely powerful. I can see you will take more than a few charms and incantations to take down".
Grigori raised the staff and countered the Death Stalker's scythe with it. The Staff of All-Dragon shattered the Scythe easily, and exiled the spirit with a sickening crack against it's skull. Grigori's powerful artifact was raised, and it caused the great warlock's powers to drain. . . the Warlock then turned into dust. . . Slowly, the Grigori turned to face the fleeing thugs.
FOR EACH CHARACTER
Name: Grigori
Secret Identity: Grigori (George), Ron Mendel
Male
Age: Thirty Five
Appearance:
Brown hair, green eyes, he wears a normal set of denim jeans and any t-shirt. He sometimes does have his All-Dragon Staff, which is a staff with a dragon at the end of it. . . a dragon head and dragon wings. His muscular body is sleek but not thin, and he has scars below and above his eyes.
Powers & Skills:
He has supernatural knowledge, awareness of magical things and how to fight them, as well as the ability to control thunder, fire, ice, healing, and the conjuration of dragons. Illusionary conjuration is also very strong, it conjures illusions into being real. . . he can animate objects into being his servants, he can communicate with animals, plants and sometimes even inanimate objects. He is also three times as fit and strong, with reflexes and agility as a Human who is world's record breaking in every area of the body. Except healing, which is genuinely supernatural at the rate of being able to heal six hundred times faster than a normal person.
Critical Preexisting Relationships: His parents, and police chief Charles Ken Reagan, and Charles Reagans two sons Jon and Charles Jr.
Weaknesses: Excessively bright sun light can be disturbing psychologically for him.