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Gregori, Fallen Angel

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BASIC INFORMATION

Full name: Gregori
Nickname(s) or Alias:
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 149 lbs
Race: Fallen Angel
Sexuality: Heterosexual – but he doesn't really have an awareness of sexuality yet.
Nationality: Technically not from the realm of mortals, but Serenian, maybe?
Residence: Homeless for now
Relationship Status: Single


PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
Art: Human Form
Art Credit:  Idriu95

Gregori has a messy mop of dark hair crowning his head, with very deep blue eyes looking out of a somewhat severe, if ruggedly handsome, face. His skin has a slightly rough and pale quality to it, but not unhealthily so. His height is tall, but not massive. Gregori has a chiseled body, which makes sense as he was literally carved from stone to be an impressive and imposing figure.

Around his throat and wrists are branding scars from his holy collar and shackles, which were broken when he freed himself from the will of his makers. Covering his back from shoulders to hips is also a brand, finely detailed, of feathered wings.


Art: Angelic Form
Art Credit:  charro-art



CLOTHING, GEAR, AND JEWELRY
In his human form Gregori dresses like a simple traveler – leather breeches, vest, gloves, and boots, a linen shirt, and a hooded cloak. All his clothing is in practical, earthy colors. Fury is strapped across his back in the form of a narrow long sword with a simple leather scabbard.

In his angelic form he is clad in shining armor in red, black, and gold.



PERSONALITY
A personality is a hard thing to define, even harder for one who has spent much of his existence being so inherently inhuman as to be incomprehensible to mere mortals, and yet so simple that his sense of self is almost non-existent. After all, Gregori has only recently become truly self-aware, before his fall he held no true autonomy. His every action, thought, and feeling was mapped out for him by an external, divine, force of will.

For now his personality is still developing as he learns about new emotions, how to cope with them, and about the physical world in general. Watching humans for centuries has only given him the faintest grasp on moral, social, and societal issues. He mimics without true comprehension. In this way he will pretend his way through the complex maze of human interaction, with blunders certain to occur. For this reason Gregori tries to keep himself distant from mortals and all humanoid beings, really.

In this way, you could say that Gregori is in a constant state of fear and confusion. This is not his world – not really. Thankfully he is able to hide his fear and anxiety at this strange life he has been thrown into behind a more familiar mask of stoicism.  More than anything, he wants to regain his lost grace and go home, back to the simple existence where the only thing he had to know was to obey.


SKILLS
Talents/skills:
Gregori is a guardian and protector – it is literally what he was made to do. He is a valiant and accomplished warrior of righteousness. His weapon is called Fury and transforms at his will. Fury only recognizes Gregori as its master and will not awaken for any but him. He can also fight with nothing but his own body as a weapon, employing crushing hand-to-hand combat.

When in his human form he is truly a mere mortal. He is susceptible to grievous wounds and though strong and fast, not inhumanly so.


Magic Abilities:

Holy fire is one of Gregori's weapons, flames that sear, burn, and cleanse away evil. At least in theory, you could just view him as a fire mage, or mage knight, given his warrior ways. This magic has a very low drain on his energy.

While much of his power was stripped from him when he fell, Gregori can still call upon his angelic might, transforming from his human visage into that of the avenging angel that he truly is underneath. His armor and wings appear in a halo of red-gold light. Doing so quickly drains him, however, and he must rest and replenish his strength before calling on his power again.

Before he fell Gregori was able to move between the physical and spiritual realms, but now he is trapped on the physical (or mortal) plain.

One power that he did not lose was his ability to speak and understand all languages; including a sort of communication with animals, although that is not concrete.




FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES
Parents names: Since he was not technically born, he has no parents. Perhaps the artist that carved his statue counts? Or maybe the gods that gave that statue life?

Partner/Spouse: Both love and lust are foreign and alien concepts to him, as he was not created with such mortal bonds in mind. Until recently he did not even possess human emotions, desires, or needs, so therefore would never have needed or wanted emotional or physical companionship.

Children: He has no children, and is not even sure if he is capable of reproduction. Nor does he have any desire to do so.



BACKSTORY
The story cannot start with a birth, for Gregori was never born, indeed, he wasn't always even alive. His very humble origins begin in a sculptor's workshop. A modest little town surrounded by a high stone wall is where the artist had lived, his name was Ramesh and the people that shared his humble town commissioned him to create a symbolic guardian to watch over the town square.  A kneeling granite angel, wings spread wide, shield on his left arm, a lance in his right – that is how he began.

For a long, long time he was a silent sentinel in that sleepy square, but tragedy came to his town. Facing invasion and certain annihilation the townsfolk prayed and sacrificed to their gods, begging for deliverance. Their prayers were answered. The gods of the people breathed life into the silent guardian, awakening an angel of retribution upon the enemies of their flock. Gregori broke the siege upon the walls, bathing the fields around his town in the blood of the invading force.

As soon as the battle was won, he returned to his stone slumber. For many, many generations the people sang praise to their gods and left offerings to them at the base of their stone angel. Any time people came to do harm to them Gregori would awaken and mercilessly slaughter those set against his town, always returning to stone when his duty had been fulfilled. Eventually, however, after several lifetimes of peace, the songs and offerings stopped. The town forgot about their guardian – and the gods that had given him to them.

Angered, the gods decided to purge the entire city, and there was no more fitting arbiter of their divine rage than Gregori himself. The angel was awoken, only this time he was to cleanse the town of the ungrateful. The gods wanted absolute destruction – every man, woman, and child was to be punished and purged for their callous ignorance.  Every building was to be burned to the foundations. He obeyed the command of the divine voice that had always governed him.

The air was filled with smoke and screaming, the skyline had been set ablaze, and the streets were bathed in blood. Gregori was a destructive force – born for the sake of violence, but a strange thing began to happen to him. These odd feelings began to swell within him, pulling at his mind and heart. It was all wrong. He did not feel things. His only purpose was to obey his divine masters, and yet...

He had been given life to protect these people. Yes, those that had been there at the beginning were a very long time gone, but these were their descendants, these were their homes, their legacy, and he was scorching it all from existence. Fury pierced through the heart of a fleeing man, and suddenly he was stopped entirely, for in that moment came the soft, terrified call of a sweet young voice. It took only a single, heart-wrenching word to break him.

Daddy?

It is a word that would haunt him forever; although at first he does not understand why. Wrenching himself from the devastation, Gregori flew, as high as he could possibly go, something burning in him to try to reach the very heavens, to confront that which made him only to so use him. He had never known actual rage before, his actions had been cold and calculating, simply carrying out orders, but this, this was something else entirely.

Sensing their loss of control of their creation, the gods struck Gregori down, intent on punishing him for his disobedience. He fell for ages; the town's destruction was not stopped by his defiance. Much of his power was stripped from him and he was made mortal by those very gods that had created him to be a divine instrument. To simply snuff out his existence would not have been punishment enough – instead they decided he should feel a mortal's pain.

Gregori awoke in a crater caused by his fall, confused and uncertain of why he was really there, only knowing that he desperately wanted to go home. Much of his memory is a haze, and his is sleep plagued by nightmares of smoke and flames...a little girl calling for her father.

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