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09-10-2006, 11:24 AM
Name: Hector Halliwell (Doc to his friends)
Alias: Dr. Mystik
Origin Type: Magic
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190#
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Age: 21 (spirit advisor inside the helmet is timeless)
AT: Defender
Primary: Kinetics
Secondary: Energy Blast
RP Powers:
Sense magic
Slightly empathic
Sorcery
Artifact Powers:
Gloves of Action=Energy Blast
Cloak of Protection=Magic Shields (usable on groups only), aura of minor invulnerbility (small arms fire, knives, minor
energy blasts only).
Helmet of Wisdom=Spells (channels magic, gives advice, enforces usage of gesture and word componants), spirit can possess
wearer if human host is knocked unconcious. Teleportation (self or group teleport)
Belt of Heroes=Super Strength
Amulet of the Ages= Healing (Usable only on others), magic storage
Boots of Flying= Flight
Note on the Artifacts: Their powers are only usable by him. However, they can be taken away by ordinary means. Hector reverts to normal human with a capacity for memorized spells.
Skills: Scholar-Mystic arts, Scholar-Archeology, Scholar-superhuman physiciology, Knowledge-ancient cultures, Knowledge-artifacts, Knowledge-ancient/modern magic users, Knowledge-magic creatures, medicine, field first aid, herbalism, computer usage, cooking, brewing, climbing, chemistry, alchemy, Martial Arts-Jujitsu, fencing.
Description: Wears a bodysuit, helmet, gloves, belt, boots, amulet, and cloak.
Bio/Origin: "I cast the spells to the winds of time. Across the dimensional barriers. Show me that which is to come. The champion of the crossroads yet unknown." The mage stood over his magic pool, chanting. He was worried. There had been signs something was amiss in the time stream. Something hidden.
The pool rippled and revealed where the artifacts he had created were in use among the realm known as Earth's time stream. A mighty hero cleaning a stable. A helmeted general leading his troops into battle. A healer holding an amulet over a sick person. A cloaked mysterious gentleman visiting the court of a queen. A costumed hero in battle.
The costumed hero looked up at him. Looked directly up at him. Nodded and went back to his battle. He drew in his breath.
"Huh! He knows! But how?"
He cast another spell into the waters while holding the hero's image. "Truth reveal" His eyes widened. One of the spiritual aspects! All is not well if one of those is manifest. The image faded to be replaced by that of a child. He watched the child's life unfold before him.
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Hector grew up in an odd household. He really did not have a mom. More like group of moms. He had been found as a baby literally on the family's doorstep. He could actually remember them searching for months for his real mother. She never turned up. So he was taken in by the three sisters.
When it came time for schooling he was sent to a private acadamy when he was six. It was noticed he was extremely bright and attentive in his studies. Finally graduating when he was sixteen. His aunts always jokingly told him he should have been part of the Wonders and not the Halliwells.
The children at the schools teased him mercilessly calling him "Wiz Kid". What they didn't know was the name was closer than ever to the truth. He had found books on magic, sorcery and witch craft. Studying about ancient artifacts of power and words to use to cause effects. The channeling of powers seemed to come naturally to him. He kept his studies a secret. Not knowing that his "aunts", as he called them, knew what he was up to all the time. They greatly approved and quietly provided spell components to him. Even casually leaving books for him to find. Although Hector never suspected a thing.
He woke up one morning and his hair had changed from its dark brown to white. He was worried. What if he was found out? He did not know what the family's stance on what he was doing was. He rummaged around his room till he found some of the wild hair color he had used on last halloween. Moving quickly, he dyed his hair blue. Then went down to breakfast when called.
His aunts knew he was going through a "phase" and were not worried about the hair dye. The family eventually found out about his natural hair having changed and were very accepting.
He was sent off to Pargon University. Where he was in the program to train to be a specialist in super human physiciolgy, along with the archeology program. Being a double major for most people would have been hard but he took it in stride. He figured the more he could help people the better. He even interned under Dr. O'Brian (Celtic Tiger) at the Paragon Museum of Natural history in their magic artifacts department. Plus another internship over at Paragon Memorial for his doctorate studies.
When he was eighteen he was allowed the opportunity to go to England and tour for the summer. He visited all of the major sites. Also helped out on a couple of digs. On the last day of the last dig his life changed. He repelled into a hole to try to see if there were any more artifacts that needed to be brought up. His rope snapped and he fell. Into the darkness he went. He hit the bottom of the pit and lay there, unconcious.
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"Let fate's will be done. Awaken chosen one. Take up the mantle. Join the fight keep this world right." The mage caused a glow in one of the caves off from where the teen lay. He touched the water in his scrying pool. Causing it to ripple. The ripple became a swirl. He placed items into the center of the pool. They were pulled in immediately and disappeared.
The last item,a helmet or mask combination, he chanted over and gestured. It glowed brightly and pulled his spiritual form inside. It floated a moment, then flew over to the center of the scrying pool. The vortex grabbed it and pulled it in.
Swirling waters became glass once more. All was still in the Red Tower. It was waiting for its new occupant to finally come home.
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Hector woke with a start. His leg was folded under him. He tried to move it. Winced as hot pain shot through it. Broken!
Then he saw the glow off in the distance. With determination to find the source of the light he crawled toward the glow. His broken leg dragging behind him. Exhausted he lay down in the light. Before he drifted off he thought he saw someone. A feeling of warmth and peace went through him.
He woke several hours later. "Wah? Huh?" Something was covering his face! He panicked.
~Stop! Child. Listen to me. It tis a helmet that covers you.~
"Where are you? Who's talking to me?"
~I am in your mind. My spells determined you were the chosen one. I have garbed you in vestments to aid you on your journey. Use them well. I have used some of my powers in the physical world to heal you.~
He looked down at himself. His clothes had changed. He was covered in a cloak. Wearing a belt, gloves, and boots along with some sort of bodysuit. He laughed to himself. "I look like some sort of comic book hero."
~Comic Book hero? I do not understand~
"You will. Now how do I get out of here?"
~Concentrate and let the boots lift you. They grant the ability to fly.~
Hector did just that and rocketed up out of the caves. "Look out world. A new hero's born."
~Great. Just great.~ said the mage's spirit.
Alias: Dr. Mystik
Origin Type: Magic
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 190#
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Age: 21 (spirit advisor inside the helmet is timeless)
AT: Defender
Primary: Kinetics
Secondary: Energy Blast
RP Powers:
Sense magic
Slightly empathic
Sorcery
Artifact Powers:
Gloves of Action=Energy Blast
Cloak of Protection=Magic Shields (usable on groups only), aura of minor invulnerbility (small arms fire, knives, minor
energy blasts only).
Helmet of Wisdom=Spells (channels magic, gives advice, enforces usage of gesture and word componants), spirit can possess
wearer if human host is knocked unconcious. Teleportation (self or group teleport)
Belt of Heroes=Super Strength
Amulet of the Ages= Healing (Usable only on others), magic storage
Boots of Flying= Flight
Note on the Artifacts: Their powers are only usable by him. However, they can be taken away by ordinary means. Hector reverts to normal human with a capacity for memorized spells.
Skills: Scholar-Mystic arts, Scholar-Archeology, Scholar-superhuman physiciology, Knowledge-ancient cultures, Knowledge-artifacts, Knowledge-ancient/modern magic users, Knowledge-magic creatures, medicine, field first aid, herbalism, computer usage, cooking, brewing, climbing, chemistry, alchemy, Martial Arts-Jujitsu, fencing.
Description: Wears a bodysuit, helmet, gloves, belt, boots, amulet, and cloak.
Bio/Origin: "I cast the spells to the winds of time. Across the dimensional barriers. Show me that which is to come. The champion of the crossroads yet unknown." The mage stood over his magic pool, chanting. He was worried. There had been signs something was amiss in the time stream. Something hidden.
The pool rippled and revealed where the artifacts he had created were in use among the realm known as Earth's time stream. A mighty hero cleaning a stable. A helmeted general leading his troops into battle. A healer holding an amulet over a sick person. A cloaked mysterious gentleman visiting the court of a queen. A costumed hero in battle.
The costumed hero looked up at him. Looked directly up at him. Nodded and went back to his battle. He drew in his breath.
"Huh! He knows! But how?"
He cast another spell into the waters while holding the hero's image. "Truth reveal" His eyes widened. One of the spiritual aspects! All is not well if one of those is manifest. The image faded to be replaced by that of a child. He watched the child's life unfold before him.
================================================== ================================================== =======================
Hector grew up in an odd household. He really did not have a mom. More like group of moms. He had been found as a baby literally on the family's doorstep. He could actually remember them searching for months for his real mother. She never turned up. So he was taken in by the three sisters.
When it came time for schooling he was sent to a private acadamy when he was six. It was noticed he was extremely bright and attentive in his studies. Finally graduating when he was sixteen. His aunts always jokingly told him he should have been part of the Wonders and not the Halliwells.
The children at the schools teased him mercilessly calling him "Wiz Kid". What they didn't know was the name was closer than ever to the truth. He had found books on magic, sorcery and witch craft. Studying about ancient artifacts of power and words to use to cause effects. The channeling of powers seemed to come naturally to him. He kept his studies a secret. Not knowing that his "aunts", as he called them, knew what he was up to all the time. They greatly approved and quietly provided spell components to him. Even casually leaving books for him to find. Although Hector never suspected a thing.
He woke up one morning and his hair had changed from its dark brown to white. He was worried. What if he was found out? He did not know what the family's stance on what he was doing was. He rummaged around his room till he found some of the wild hair color he had used on last halloween. Moving quickly, he dyed his hair blue. Then went down to breakfast when called.
His aunts knew he was going through a "phase" and were not worried about the hair dye. The family eventually found out about his natural hair having changed and were very accepting.
He was sent off to Pargon University. Where he was in the program to train to be a specialist in super human physiciolgy, along with the archeology program. Being a double major for most people would have been hard but he took it in stride. He figured the more he could help people the better. He even interned under Dr. O'Brian (Celtic Tiger) at the Paragon Museum of Natural history in their magic artifacts department. Plus another internship over at Paragon Memorial for his doctorate studies.
When he was eighteen he was allowed the opportunity to go to England and tour for the summer. He visited all of the major sites. Also helped out on a couple of digs. On the last day of the last dig his life changed. He repelled into a hole to try to see if there were any more artifacts that needed to be brought up. His rope snapped and he fell. Into the darkness he went. He hit the bottom of the pit and lay there, unconcious.
================================================== ================================================== =======================
"Let fate's will be done. Awaken chosen one. Take up the mantle. Join the fight keep this world right." The mage caused a glow in one of the caves off from where the teen lay. He touched the water in his scrying pool. Causing it to ripple. The ripple became a swirl. He placed items into the center of the pool. They were pulled in immediately and disappeared.
The last item,a helmet or mask combination, he chanted over and gestured. It glowed brightly and pulled his spiritual form inside. It floated a moment, then flew over to the center of the scrying pool. The vortex grabbed it and pulled it in.
Swirling waters became glass once more. All was still in the Red Tower. It was waiting for its new occupant to finally come home.
================================================== ================================================== =======================
Hector woke with a start. His leg was folded under him. He tried to move it. Winced as hot pain shot through it. Broken!
Then he saw the glow off in the distance. With determination to find the source of the light he crawled toward the glow. His broken leg dragging behind him. Exhausted he lay down in the light. Before he drifted off he thought he saw someone. A feeling of warmth and peace went through him.
He woke several hours later. "Wah? Huh?" Something was covering his face! He panicked.
~Stop! Child. Listen to me. It tis a helmet that covers you.~
"Where are you? Who's talking to me?"
~I am in your mind. My spells determined you were the chosen one. I have garbed you in vestments to aid you on your journey. Use them well. I have used some of my powers in the physical world to heal you.~
He looked down at himself. His clothes had changed. He was covered in a cloak. Wearing a belt, gloves, and boots along with some sort of bodysuit. He laughed to himself. "I look like some sort of comic book hero."
~Comic Book hero? I do not understand~
"You will. Now how do I get out of here?"
~Concentrate and let the boots lift you. They grant the ability to fly.~
Hector did just that and rocketed up out of the caves. "Look out world. A new hero's born."
~Great. Just great.~ said the mage's spirit.