Prefect Cervi
Basic Info
Nombre: Demetrio José Guadalupe Magallón Mugica
Años: 15
Género: Efebo machísimo (Manly youth)
Casa: Cervus “I’m deeply loyal to my ancestral bonds, and at my sorting ceremony, everyone saw I could easily excel in Cervus house.”
Origen: Sierra Pelona Mountains, Los Angeles County, California
Fecha de Nacimiento: 7 de Diciembre
Signo: Sagitario
Preferencias
- Comedy movies
- Western Swing
- Frivolous conversation
- Old books!!! ‘Specially the leathery kind with extra old book smell!
- Psychedelics…
- Herbology
- Care of Magical Creatures
- Prefecting
Aversiónes
- Arithmancy (Sooo many numbers!)
- Potions (Um… yuck)
- Astronomy (…)
- Howlers
- Flirting
Personalidad
With others
Demetrio is usually a very warm person, with a pension for friendly humor and amicable teasing. He tends to avoid elaborate pranks, being that he lacks the creativity or commitment to come up with anything original, but receives a heavy load of genuine attention by making fun of himself. Of course, this often leads to others viewing him as nothing more than a character in their own more elaborate plots, but he has no quarrel with this. He doesn’t desire to have a central role in their lives, because that would require he reveal his inner self.
His inner self.
This brings up a good point. Another reason why most take Demetrio for granted is that he never reveals anything heavily personal. Granted, many have seen his frivolous games with authority, and his sarcastic air when performing magic. But that’s in front of other witches and wizards. They cannot see his real self, much less his genuine magic. Being one of only few Chicano wizards at Magus Grex, perhaps even in the general wizarding world (a fact which is due to Mexican wizards’ apprehension with anything non-Mexican), he is quick to hide his often overly ceremonial, serious and spiritual-based magic.
But those who catch him off-guard, forcing him into serious conversations, will find him to be an enigmatic soul, filled with pain, optimism and a passion for honesty. He has a warm spot for almost anybody, regardless of blood status or house. He is frivolous and hidden because he cannot view himself ever being worthy of intimacy with anyone. Indeed, he often finds himself infatuated with all the brilliant individuals around him and molesting his own peace with the utter dissatisfaction.
He does not lack confidence - indeed many would describe him as benevolently narcissistic – and to say he simply has a mere bravado about him would be a betrayal. He is ever-expansive in his social interaction, simply because he feasts off others’ smiles.
Especially during lunch, one will probably not see him sit for any extensive amount of time, often moving from one area to another, even daring to converse with some of the teachers. He even claimed to have made Rockwell give a half-smile once, though no one was paying attention to give accurate testimony. He is known for his opening phrase, “Wha’s ‘appenin?” followed by a small chuckle and a little goofy dance. His humor is not seductive or intellectual… he will proudly proclaim his humor is childish and harmless.
Demetrio is not a sexual person, for very specific reasons. He does not identify as either gay nor straight, nor any label. Romance is not a concern, but he knows he would love anyone wherever love was to be found.
With himself
Demetrio often views himself with a passionate hate, gazing in the mirror for long periods of time and analyzing every physical flaw he can come up with, some true but most farcical. Gazing into his own eyes, he reminds himself, “You idiot!” He tends to shy from interaction with his roommates, fearing intimacy, and often feels left out and regrets his anxiety.
Faith in…
Although tending to avoid any discussion of it, Demetrio is a content Roman Catholic, having been raised into the faith from birth in the Mexican tradition. He has an old school view on doctrine and practice, but occasionally he finds himself being cynical. Refusing to publically proclaim his faith in his savior, he views religion as a very personal and unbendingly personal choice. To simply speak of it as if its like one’s hobby would make Demetrio flinch. His priest, whom he meets with whenever he is free to leave, often questions if he feels he has the vocation. Apprehension and insecurity, as well as the secrecy of being a wizard, leads him to avoid the question as far as possible.
Magical style
Demetrio has two styles of magic. One is his public persona, the magic he uses in school lectures, especially in the D.A.D.A. class. It is sarcastic, often finding himself second-guessing. He is an amateur in this persona. His magic is frivolous and naïve, so to speak. Flicks of the wrist and his incantations are not sincere.
But alone, especially in the forest, his magic is elegant and elaborate. His incantations are sung. He invokes divinity, swiftly sailing his arms along the edges of the wind and breathing deeply. His feet, bare and naked, clutch to the ground with pure safety. His pet, Dieguito, joins him silent prayer. He closes his eyes and feels everything around him, from the sweat on his back to the cool breeze against his lips. This is his most personal time, truly away and at peace. If anyone were to see this, surely he would be crushed and recess away from the world.
His grandmother long taught him the ancient ways of curandería, being from a long line of independent Mexican witches; he is more at tune with herbology and healing spells than other students. This has influenced his intimate magic, forcing him to think ritualistically and religiously as opposed to the generic study of magic.
Biographía
Early childhood
Demetrio José Guadalupe Magallón Mugica was born to Pepé Magallón and Veronica Mugica on December 7th 15 years ago in the Sierra Pelona Mountains of Southern California. He was born in an old, hacienda-style home, with beautiful walls and vines and rich trees across the mountainside.
The Magallón family is of a dying breed – old timey Californios who can trace their heritage in California since the earliest days of Spanish occupation. Perhaps protected from time by both magic and mountain, the Magallón family benevolently lorded over a small agricultural region of Los Angeles encompassing where the Sierra Pelona meets the Antelope Valley.
Both a magical and traditional-Catholic family, Demetrio was raised early on to believe things that were often irrational to “Muggle” (or as his family called them, “débires”), including miracles, spells, divine intervention, et cetera. His family was decently large, with his father, Don Pepé Magallón and DoñaVeronica Mugica de Magallón, his 4 older brothers, his 5 older sisters, his two aunts, his two sets of grandparents, and his mother’s grandmother, “Yoya”. All the females in his family were practicing witches, though the males were not. The witchcraft in the family had been descended from many years, having been curanderas and brujas since at least the fall of the Aztec Empire.
Enjoying his time away from the house, Demetrio, the baby of the family, would often climb up the mountain side, spending all hours of the day just enjoying his natural surroundings. He learned which waters were safe to walk near, the ones that were not infested with as many mosquitos, and he learned how to avoid the wrath of the mountain lions. He would hug the big oaks and pine trees all across Green Valley, and quite enjoyed meandering into Lake Elizabeth Town to catch a bite to eat. On particularly breezy mornings, he would enjoy a hike up to Burnt Creak and bask in the sun and listen to the songs of the wind.
He attended Lake Hughes and Lake Elizabeth United School, investing quite some time in the “Muggle” studies of elementary school. He spoke of the magic his family performed in religious terms, allowing him to be merely shrugged off as the “weirdo catholic kid.” Wondering why he didn’t have power and all his sisters did, he sat around wondering what power females had.
DISCLAIMER: NEXT PART OF STORY IS CRITICAL THOUGH OF A SERIOUS ISSUE
Ricardo, a 16 year old farmhand, noticed him laying on the fields one day and asked, “Hey kid, what are you thinking about?” To which Demetrio enthusiastically replied, “I’m wondering what it would be like to be a girl!”
“I can show you,” Ricardo smiled.
“Really?” Demetrio shot up like a dog waiting to be let out.
“Sure, but you have to promise never to tell anyone,” Ricardo said.
“Why?”
“Because girls don’t like little boys pretending to be girls.”
“I won’t tell.”
Although Ricardo successfully molested Demetrio, during the horrible sin and crime, Demetrio screamed “DURO!” attempting to tell Ricardo he was hurting him. No movement. Demetrio was shocked to find Ricardo had turned entirely to stone. Needless to say, Demetrio was traumatized by the whole incident, and in later years, the whole event would continually haunt him. However sorrowful, Demetrio’s family was overjoyed to see the “diablo marícon” turned to stone(and eventually bashed into powder), and exuberant to see Demetrio was indeed a magic sensitive.
Yoya’s training
Yoya, an honorific shortname for Eulalia, was the uncontested and unquestionable matriarch of the entire clan, and indeed held sway over the entire Sierra Pelonas. Brought to Yoya, Demetrio was analyzed and probed as to whether or not he was eligible to become a curandero. Originally skeptical, Yoya soon became convinced Demetrio was eligible when he showed healing prowess.
Thus, Yoya trained Demetrio in the ancient art of curandería, learning to heal with eggs, tobacco smoke and spells which had been transferred down generations. It was through Yoya’s trainings and meditations that Demetrio met his coyote, Dieguito, and then later became initiated into the family “aquelarre”(coven).
Education
In the summer after Demetrio’s 11th birthday, he received a beautiful letter explaining his invitation to the ”Magus Grex School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”. Bringing it to his father, he asked what it was about, and his father explained how each of his sisters were invited but they refused (having been apprehensive and anxious of anything different). Demetrio felt obliged to go, and counseled with Yoya, asking permission to go. Believing it was the wrong choice, Yoya refused at first, but the next morning changed her mind.
“Por qué cambió su opinion, usted?” Demetrio asked. (Why did you change your mind, ma’am?)
She replied, “Tonanztin(the Virgin Mary) gave me a dream.” She smiled at Demetrio, caressing his boyish cheeks. “She said to me that you would be taken care, and you will learn powers far beyond any of ours…” Then she gazed up over her balcony and said, “She also said you will find a boy…” Then, abruptly left her rocking chair, moved to her dresser and pulled a wooden box from the dresser.
“Take this, mijo,” she said, opening it to reveal his wand, “it was made just for you.”
Pondering her words, Demetrio left to Magus Grex and quite enjoyed his first four years. He was sorted into Cervus house, which he was utterly ignorant of, but soon realized there was no other choice. Amazed at all the boys and girls who were magical, and vexed by the rich history of witchcraft and wizardry of the world that he was never aware of, Demetrio felt homesick for awhile. Although he never quite found an intimate friend, he found solace in Herbology class and Care for Magical Creatures where he felt at home, in his own element. Arithmancy proved to be his most difficult subject, with its rigidity and lack of warmth. In the Summer before this year, Headmaster Rockwell invited him to be a prefect for his house.
Amigo animal: Young coyote named Dieguito, who is often found at Demetrio’s foot or resting in his lap.
Varita: 15 1/3’, California Black Oak, Unicorn hair, Adamant
*self drawn*
His wand is larger than most, thick at the base and ornamented at the end, paralleling the enigma of his personality and his dramatic style of magic.
The wand wood is California Black Oak, cut from an ancient specimen near where Demetrio was born. Like her cousin the English Oak, California Black Oak can grow in any soil; but unlike English Oak, she especially strives in dry, otherwise barren soil, penetrating the Mountainous bedrock of the Pacific coast. Wildfire actually fosters California Black Oak growth in areas, refreshing and reawakening otherwise dormant specimens. California Black Oak’s magical properties have yet to manifest due to its unusual use, however it should be safely assumed that the use of black oak is not far off from English Oak.
Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.
Demetrio’s wand was thoroughly crafted for the sole use of Demetrio’s hand, and therefore it is adamant and will refuse at any cost to be used by another.
Patronus: A muscly coyote with three, thick tails.
OOC
Do you know much about the Harry Potter Universe?: I have seen all of the movies, several times in fact. I’ve never been able to get through all the books, however, so I apologize deeply about that. But I am very well-read in herbalism, mysticism and neo-paganism, so maybe that might make up a teeny weeny bit?
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