Drake Ramore

Dark brown hair, fashionably quafed and a set of eyebrows made to scowl in thought adorn semi-famous features of a once popular tv actor filling most of hollywoods normal trends.


Drake Ramor’e

5’ 9"

210 lb

Chiseled jaw

Physique tempered both by ascetic training and practical martial arts

The man seems serious about being an EIDL operative but maintains a bit of his bluster and the parading of his former self. EIDL trainers have encouraged the use of his considerable use of deception in combat. On training and what small missions he has undertaken, he has learned the value of taking any advantage in a life or death fight.

Many operatives cope with the revelation of the arcane with denial and crude jokes, but for Drake, his distance and warped humor is somehow a truer acceptance of what it means for magic to exist. He realizes it doesn’t change much for the world, and wonders what purpose he could fill with his life to seriously matter in the grand scheme.


Small town boy moved to the city, and working hard to live the acting dream in L.A. Drake Ramor’e was once close to being famous. He was once close to being taken seriously.

His name was owner to several powerful catchphrases. “Medicine is hard, but you can’t solve it by being harder.” and, “Do you just want medicine or do you want to be cured?” were both features from his character, Dr. Steven Irons on the show, “Cold Hard Medicine.”

Right away his natural magnetism had overshadowed the rest of the cast and put the show on the cultural map. There were memes with his face on it and the show was set to be moved to prime time. But more, there were movie deals in the works, serious, movie deals. Drake was about to skyrocket. That is when he was cursed.

One day on set at a live taping, the young woman on the table, an extra brought in by the, “Make a wish foundation,” was cast to be the Patient for the episode. Drake spoke with her beforehand and found that although she was unable to move her arms and legs, she was an individual full of life and motivation. They spoke on acting, the art of it and the criticism of actors old and contemporary. They disagreed on Robert Downy Jr. but he had grown up with the Down and she had only seen him in Iron man, so he could understand.

Although he didn’t consider himself of the school, Drake was himself acting rather method for the episode. He found he cared about the young girls potential and it brought life to his scenes. “Besides,” he thought, “If her wish was to be in one of the episodes, it can damn well be a good one!” It rose to one compelling climax where the patient died but helped provide research for a cure. As he sat at bedside, holding what the script said was a dead patients hand, he felt the impact of it more than ever. He buzzed with energy, felt it crackle in his teeth. He hadn’t felt this way since his first professional theater performance, and he worked himself up to jump into his monologue. That’s when the girl gasped, and looked at him. And, then stood up…

Needless to say, the stage was a mess of swirling bodies as the taping ground to a halt. In the hail of confusion, with all of the aids running around and the uproar in the audience, only three points stick out to the hazy memory of Drake Ramor’e. The young woman threw herself past security to hug him and thank him. The show was to go on hold and would most certainly not go on as planned. And finally, that he had stopped acting and become the roll. For the barest moment he had stopped caring if people took him for real and had just. Been. Real.

The thrill was short lived. The next day the show officially went on hiatus to figure out what happened and do damage control with the press. Rumors flew around the show and were quickly dealt with. Major news wouldn’t touch the story, but in the outlets that covered it, rumors did abound. It was all a publicity stunt, the girl had been found out faking her illness, and even that it was a protest by charity organizations of how inaccurate the representation of medicine was in the show. All the stories except the truth. He had healed the girl.

In the following months, the show was overhauled in preparation for its move to prime time. Doubt eroded the strong convictions he had of healing that girl and he was forced to deal with the mundane legal side of his business. The executives and the girls parents forbade contact between Drake and the girl and quietly settled matters to avoid any speed bumps but the damage had been done. With new writers and new sets, the show lost whatever made it snippy and popular. In spite of audiences asking for another season to fix the show, it was sidelined indefinitely after only five episodes aired. Drake Ramor’e was no longer the hot commodity on the rise.

He began looking for more acting work in various attempts to salvage his career. First came the follow up sitcoms and spinoffs. After the third one failing on the back of poor writing or editing, he found a crew he trusted and even put together his own pilot for a show. First reactions were amazing to everyone that caught the screening of their dark horse masterpiece that was a shockingly good homage to the genre of space opera. Still the studio executives found a way to kill it before it started. Drake, who had put up much of his own savings for the work almost went bankrupt while sitting and waiting for the network to decide if they wanted more. Eventually it died a natural death of cast going on to find profitable work.

Having failed at the television side of acting, Drake went to classic theater and low budget film. The live theater was pleasant but non-lucrative and the small film roles were often abysmal. But, somewhere in the dregs of foreign films, he hit rock bottom and tried one last time to climb for stardom. On the set of a Korean action film, his stunt double quit. Then the lead villain quit after arguing with HIS stunt double. This was only the latest in the movies casting problems, but it was seemingly the last straw for the crew. But, before they could pack up the set and go look for work, Drake roused them. He said he’d like to take a crack at the fight scene with his opposing leads stunt double. After all, he had been studying martial arts on the side for some time, and he did have the choreography memorized. As he fell into the scenes, the crew was surprised to find he was a natural.

The movie turned around. With Drake able to mimic the choreographer after only a few looks, the fight scenes were shot in record time. The director made the stunt double the actual lead and took the lack of needs for cuts to have continuous camera shots transition from close up, to wide action. The show would in fact go on. But, before the film could be taken to the cutting room, the project was tossed. Legal recourse from the previous lead villain brought the endeavor to a screeching halt.

Still, Drake tried to use his newfound talent and leverage it. He took rolls in a dozen small action films, some of them actually making it to market in some countries. But, never was there another shot at a big show. The steady paycheck dried up and auditions became a formality to saying he had to many failed projects for a project to take a chance on him. Drake soon was taking whatever acting gig showed up and fighting in low tier MMA bouts for a little money on the side. Most of the serious martial artists did not look kindly on an actor interjecting himself in their world, but he earned a grudging respect for the beatings he took and the few he honestly delivered.

But, despite rising in skill, he was denied advancement in the ring at every political avenue. The sport it seemed did not want an ex-actor as its punchline. And, so one day, firmly set in obscurity. In Tuskegee Kansas, after a small performance fell through, Drake got into a fight at a bar with some patrons whos wives thought more of him than of them. And, forty eight hours in the drunk tank saw Drake staring blearily into the sunglasses of two crisply dressed men who looked eerily similar in their pristine black suites.

“Mr. Drake Ramor’e,” said the first man implacably. “We think you have a set of skills we can use.”
“I don’t do unlicensed fights and I don’t do private fights for criminals,” Drake said, “I don’t care who your boss is.”
“Mr. Drake, we don’t want you primarily for your physical prowess,” the agent said, handing him a folder. Inside was a case file on the first live tapping of, “Cold Hard Medicine.” It included detailed medical records from the girl on set. Before, the spinal injury, after the injury and again after her miraculous recovery.
“You can’t take this hoax seriously?”
“When it comes to magic Mr. Ramor’e,” the second agent said, leaning forward. “We are very serious.”

Drake Ramore

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