Gregorí Erkens
Name:
Gregorí Erkens
School:
Ilvermony
House:
Horned Serpent
Year:
3rd year
Age:
13
Nationality:
Mexican
Race:
Human
Blood Status:
Muggle-born
Gregorí Erkens
School:
Ilvermony
House:
Horned Serpent
Year:
3rd year
Age:
13
Nationality:
Mexican
Race:
Human
Blood Status:
Muggle-born
Appearance:
Gregorí has short jet-black hair and dark brown eyes. He is rather short (although not very short) and is usually the smallest boy in class, whether as an Ilvermony student or when he was enrolled in his Muggle primary school. Born to a Caucasian father and a Latinx mother, Gregorí resembles his mother more, but his skin is somewhat paler than most Mexicans due to his father's genes. He also usually looks very serious and stern, thus in some ways potentially "scare away" people who are interested in making a small talk with him. However, it is just his physical appearance and has nothing to do with his kind heart.
Personality:
Gregorí is extremely intelligent, logical, studious, and hard-working to the point that he studies on Saturday mornings and still consider himself "lazy". He also likes reading, and prefers encyclopedias to novels. An introvert, Gregorí longs to have more friends but is unsure how, particularly since he is not good at making small talks and tends to be brutally honest. This is especially true in group context, and the boy always performs better in one-on-one conversations. In turn, not having many friends harms the boy's self-esteem and he therefore tends to doubt himself. However, deep inside, Gregorí is very kind and loving. Once he trusts and loves someone - whether it's a family member, a friend, or an animal - he loyally tries very hard to keep that someone happy and safe.
History:
Gregorí Erkens was born in a small Mexican village. His paternal grandparents moved from the Netherlands to Mexico even before his father was born (his father was also born in Mexico); whereas his maternal grandmother is a Brazilian who moved to Mexico in her teens and his maternal grandfather is a native Mexican, thus making Gregorí's mother a Brazilian-Mexican.
Gregorí has three elder sisters (the eldest being seven years his senior) and a younger brother (who is only a year below him), and thus never really has a chance to "stand out" despite his intelligence. Because of this, and combined with his introversion which makes him difficult to make friends, Gregorí has quite a low self-esteem. However, he loves all of his siblings, as well as his parents.
Gregorí's parents are both Muggles, and so are his sisters and brother. As a result, when his Ilvermony acceptance letter came, he first thought it as a joke. However, things started to change when the Mexican accidentally broke several glasses in a family reunion with his unintentional magic, which also led to him recognising the patterns of what happened at times when he was scared or angry.
Initially, Gregorí was reluctant to leave his Muggle school, his family, and his country to study in Ilvermony. During his first months, too, he got into arguments with fellow students who debated with him whether or not Mexico was a North American country, and he kept missing science classes.
Nowadays, Gregorí could usually be found checking out Muggle science books from the Ilvermony library, experimenting with potions to fulfill his ambition in finding cures for Muggle illness (even though he did realise it might take years), or fascinating himself with learning about magical beasts.
OOC note: This post was edited twice; first when the image uploading was failed because I used Google Drive, and second when I realised that I had used the phrase "unintentionally surpressed magic" which might sound like the situation of an Obscurus. Both problems are now fixed.
Gregorí has three elder sisters (the eldest being seven years his senior) and a younger brother (who is only a year below him), and thus never really has a chance to "stand out" despite his intelligence. Because of this, and combined with his introversion which makes him difficult to make friends, Gregorí has quite a low self-esteem. However, he loves all of his siblings, as well as his parents.
Gregorí's parents are both Muggles, and so are his sisters and brother. As a result, when his Ilvermony acceptance letter came, he first thought it as a joke. However, things started to change when the Mexican accidentally broke several glasses in a family reunion with his unintentional magic, which also led to him recognising the patterns of what happened at times when he was scared or angry.
Initially, Gregorí was reluctant to leave his Muggle school, his family, and his country to study in Ilvermony. During his first months, too, he got into arguments with fellow students who debated with him whether or not Mexico was a North American country, and he kept missing science classes.
Nowadays, Gregorí could usually be found checking out Muggle science books from the Ilvermony library, experimenting with potions to fulfill his ambition in finding cures for Muggle illness (even though he did realise it might take years), or fascinating himself with learning about magical beasts.
OOC note: This post was edited twice; first when the image uploading was failed because I used Google Drive, and second when I realised that I had used the phrase "unintentionally surpressed magic" which might sound like the situation of an Obscurus. Both problems are now fixed.
Approved
Gregorí Erkens
Stats:
Stamina - 6
Evasion - 5
Strength - 6
Wisdom - 12
ArcPower - 5
Accuracy - 11
Extracurricular Activity: None
Abilities:
Y1 - Healing Sage
Stamina - 6
Evasion - 5
Strength - 6
Wisdom - 12
ArcPower - 5
Accuracy - 11
Extracurricular Activity: None
Abilities:
Y1 - Healing Sage
Reducio
Gregorí was a Muggle science enthusiast, this was no secret particularly to those who were close to him. Among all of the science branches, however, he liked biology best. Even though his ambition was to be a Muggle scientist and not a healer or a Muggle doctor, he realised that he had a natural knack in the art of healing.
The boy sighed as he remembered his dream. A scientist or an astronomer... how wonderful it would be if he only could be one. But what could he do? As a child from a family of seven with low income, it would be impossible for his family to send him to a Muggle university to study what really interested him. Scholarship was an option, but then again, usually it covered only the university's tuition fee and not the living cost...
And even if I do study biology or astronomy, Gregorí told himself, where do I suppose I will go after the university? Becoming a teacher was out of question since he was terrible at communication. To really pursue a career as a scientist, that means he would have to venture to the States; as far from his hometown as it seemed, that would be the nearest option. The choice to live as a Muggle scientist was scarce in Mexico.
And now, here he was: in Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the wizarding world. If he wanted to pursue a career which still had something to do with science, he might have to try to be a healer - that is, as long as it would not take so much time as the study to be a Muggle doctor. Doctors, he knew, took at least six years to learn when they were university students. And he did not want something like that; he wanted to help support his family economically as soon as possible, even though he also loved learning.
Gregorí stood up. Yes, a healer might have to do.
So from that time, he studied hard on healing potions and healing spells. Learning about healing potions and how to brew them was easier, as they were taught in class. Healing spells, however, was more difficult to access. They were not in his syllabus yet, and now that summer was approaching, it would not be an option to check out a library book of healing spells and practice them at home, in the Muggle world.
After racking his brain for some time, Gregorí had an idea. Maybe he could learn them next academic year at school; and for now, he could try improving his medical knowledge and ability in the Muggle way. Who guaranteed that it would not be useful for a healer? After all, magic did not solve everything, and Muggles also have strengths wizards should learn from.
And that was what the boy did. He spent his summer break studying Muggle's first aid techniques and their medicine.
(490 words)
The boy sighed as he remembered his dream. A scientist or an astronomer... how wonderful it would be if he only could be one. But what could he do? As a child from a family of seven with low income, it would be impossible for his family to send him to a Muggle university to study what really interested him. Scholarship was an option, but then again, usually it covered only the university's tuition fee and not the living cost...
And even if I do study biology or astronomy, Gregorí told himself, where do I suppose I will go after the university? Becoming a teacher was out of question since he was terrible at communication. To really pursue a career as a scientist, that means he would have to venture to the States; as far from his hometown as it seemed, that would be the nearest option. The choice to live as a Muggle scientist was scarce in Mexico.
And now, here he was: in Ilvermony School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the wizarding world. If he wanted to pursue a career which still had something to do with science, he might have to try to be a healer - that is, as long as it would not take so much time as the study to be a Muggle doctor. Doctors, he knew, took at least six years to learn when they were university students. And he did not want something like that; he wanted to help support his family economically as soon as possible, even though he also loved learning.
Gregorí stood up. Yes, a healer might have to do.
So from that time, he studied hard on healing potions and healing spells. Learning about healing potions and how to brew them was easier, as they were taught in class. Healing spells, however, was more difficult to access. They were not in his syllabus yet, and now that summer was approaching, it would not be an option to check out a library book of healing spells and practice them at home, in the Muggle world.
After racking his brain for some time, Gregorí had an idea. Maybe he could learn them next academic year at school; and for now, he could try improving his medical knowledge and ability in the Muggle way. Who guaranteed that it would not be useful for a healer? After all, magic did not solve everything, and Muggles also have strengths wizards should learn from.
And that was what the boy did. He spent his summer break studying Muggle's first aid techniques and their medicine.
(490 words)
Y2 - Terrible Presence
Reducio
Gregorí did not want it. Well in fact he did not even realise it; but - people tend to be afraid of him. One look at the Mexican boy's face and most of them preferred to stay away, out of trouble.
They did not even get the feeling that they were wrong.
Gregorí Erkens was one of the kindest souls to ever walk on earth, but his appearance did not say so - even betrayed it, if you must say - and thus, a lot of people did not believe that anyone who could win him as a true friend would be very, very lucky. Such a shame, and everything was due to the misleading prejudice humans very often had upon others because of physical appearance.
The boy had a tendency to appear very serious, and of course he himself did not know this because no one could see his or her own face except when it was reflected on a mirror. However, for some, instead of looking serious, Gregorí looked like that he was in a bad mood.
"I wonder why he always feels so angry all the time," a classmate once complained about him; but because she did it behind his back, there was no way our Mexican boy knew about this. Like most normal people, he did not feel angry all the time, but his facial expression was interpreted as such by some.
"It's not that we don't want to talk to Gregorí," one of his Muggle classmates (from his Muggle primary school, naturally) tried to explain to the teacher why the other kids did not invite Gregorí to play with them. "We're scared of him. We do want to play with him, but then we always decide not to when we look at his face. He's... well, scary!"
And so it went on and on, and on, and on. Gregorí Erkens was intimidating. Gregorí Erkens was a boy who was perpetually in a bad mood.
His shyness did not help making a good impression. The Latino wanted to make friends, but he had no idea what to talk to others. He was not good at small talks, and his communication style preference was straightforward, "let's get down to business right from the start". He did not read between the lines; he was brutally honest without even meaning to be rude.
Ah, life! If only they could see how lonely and kind he was!
(407 words)
They did not even get the feeling that they were wrong.
Gregorí Erkens was one of the kindest souls to ever walk on earth, but his appearance did not say so - even betrayed it, if you must say - and thus, a lot of people did not believe that anyone who could win him as a true friend would be very, very lucky. Such a shame, and everything was due to the misleading prejudice humans very often had upon others because of physical appearance.
The boy had a tendency to appear very serious, and of course he himself did not know this because no one could see his or her own face except when it was reflected on a mirror. However, for some, instead of looking serious, Gregorí looked like that he was in a bad mood.
"I wonder why he always feels so angry all the time," a classmate once complained about him; but because she did it behind his back, there was no way our Mexican boy knew about this. Like most normal people, he did not feel angry all the time, but his facial expression was interpreted as such by some.
"It's not that we don't want to talk to Gregorí," one of his Muggle classmates (from his Muggle primary school, naturally) tried to explain to the teacher why the other kids did not invite Gregorí to play with them. "We're scared of him. We do want to play with him, but then we always decide not to when we look at his face. He's... well, scary!"
And so it went on and on, and on, and on. Gregorí Erkens was intimidating. Gregorí Erkens was a boy who was perpetually in a bad mood.
His shyness did not help making a good impression. The Latino wanted to make friends, but he had no idea what to talk to others. He was not good at small talks, and his communication style preference was straightforward, "let's get down to business right from the start". He did not read between the lines; he was brutally honest without even meaning to be rude.
Ah, life! If only they could see how lonely and kind he was!
(407 words)
Y3 - Impartial
Reducio
Gregorí Erkens was a serious teen boy. He had but one passion - to live his life right. For the 13-year-old, this meant keeping his brain sharp and his body healthy - well, at least he needed to get some exercise, but not for physical attractiveness many young men used as a motivation to do sports - and, after he reached adulthood, to take care of his parents. To look muscular or to attract girls were matter of no importance for the Mexican.
Looks did not seem to have an access to his mind, which was filled with anatomies of creatures and philosophical questions. As much as he enjoyed nature, the reason it thrilled him was because here he could see animals and plants from his Muggle biology books came to life (though not literally, of course!) and there were rocks and soil everywhere that reminded him of texts he had learned from geography books borrowed from the library. He hardly saw the beauty of flowers - which for him were good for nothing except for to keep the ecosystem balanced - he ignored colorful spring and golden fall, and he did not hear the songs of the birds. The same thing had always happened in Art classes when he was still enrolled in a Muggle elementary school: the boy could not appreciate paintings, statues, or dances shown in class.
Even nature and art, two things that were stirred with such beauty, could not bend or ensnare the boy's heart and mind; and let alone human's physical appearance. For Gregorí, most people looked pretty much the same - whatever the current trend said, that would be how people looked like. For him, they were just a bunch of Homo sapiens who put too much effort polishing how they looked like and thus forgetting to clean the inner part - a group of self-absorbed creatures who made no effort to read a book before deciding whether the content was worthy to reread.
Sure he may sounded quite selfish himself, having such thought like that, particularly because others might interpret the same about him - waiting to be approached by a friend, but not actively taking the first step to befriend. Always the quiet, serious, and rather indifferent one, Gregorí was not good at making first impression - including in small talks - and this only fueled his opinion that looks and first impression did not matter.
Character, or personality, was what counted. Character was why he was close friends with a boy who was almost his total opposite - because the blond boy saw him past his terrible aura and serious face. Personality was why he felt comfortable conversing with a certain girl who treated him with cordiality and kindness, a girl who was different from anyone else he knew: her quirky character attracted him more than her outer appearance.
As for the rest of the people out there - why would he care about them? He had no ill will toward any of them in general, but if they tried to hurt or manipulate him or his real friends, Gregorí would not hesitate to make sure they could not simply get away with it. It would not matter how attractive they look like - if needed, he would not think twice to attack and ruin what the rest of the world might consider a beauty.
(565 words)
Looks did not seem to have an access to his mind, which was filled with anatomies of creatures and philosophical questions. As much as he enjoyed nature, the reason it thrilled him was because here he could see animals and plants from his Muggle biology books came to life (though not literally, of course!) and there were rocks and soil everywhere that reminded him of texts he had learned from geography books borrowed from the library. He hardly saw the beauty of flowers - which for him were good for nothing except for to keep the ecosystem balanced - he ignored colorful spring and golden fall, and he did not hear the songs of the birds. The same thing had always happened in Art classes when he was still enrolled in a Muggle elementary school: the boy could not appreciate paintings, statues, or dances shown in class.
Even nature and art, two things that were stirred with such beauty, could not bend or ensnare the boy's heart and mind; and let alone human's physical appearance. For Gregorí, most people looked pretty much the same - whatever the current trend said, that would be how people looked like. For him, they were just a bunch of Homo sapiens who put too much effort polishing how they looked like and thus forgetting to clean the inner part - a group of self-absorbed creatures who made no effort to read a book before deciding whether the content was worthy to reread.
Sure he may sounded quite selfish himself, having such thought like that, particularly because others might interpret the same about him - waiting to be approached by a friend, but not actively taking the first step to befriend. Always the quiet, serious, and rather indifferent one, Gregorí was not good at making first impression - including in small talks - and this only fueled his opinion that looks and first impression did not matter.
Character, or personality, was what counted. Character was why he was close friends with a boy who was almost his total opposite - because the blond boy saw him past his terrible aura and serious face. Personality was why he felt comfortable conversing with a certain girl who treated him with cordiality and kindness, a girl who was different from anyone else he knew: her quirky character attracted him more than her outer appearance.
As for the rest of the people out there - why would he care about them? He had no ill will toward any of them in general, but if they tried to hurt or manipulate him or his real friends, Gregorí would not hesitate to make sure they could not simply get away with it. It would not matter how attractive they look like - if needed, he would not think twice to attack and ruin what the rest of the world might consider a beauty.
(565 words)
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