I am a hunter from the Garcia clan. No, not that Garcia. Not that one either. Look it's a popular last name. I may not have been the best at being magically adept, but I still have some power in me, enough to know what monsters do what and how best to stop them.
What? You expected me to be some kind of brute? It was the glasses, wasn't it? Look I just think they're styli--- Oh it was the shotgun? Look I take my duty as a curandero very seriously, but let's be serious we can't just wave our arms around and expect every single problem to be solved that way. Sometimes... a little force is necessary.
Look, I was born into this world from the beginning, though I never paid much heed to my family when they spoke of it. You try to rationalize spirits, you try to make excuses for what was right in front of your eyes, I was a kid! You see when we moved up here, this kind of supernatural talk was well, uncool. I regret it now, sure would have done better training with my old man than with the military but we live and learn right?
He always told me any knowledge is good knowledge and once my unit had a run-in with some creature, something I now recognize as an efreet, I decided that as the only survivor this wasn't going to happen again. I finished my tour and went back home to learn what I could about my heritage and who I was made to be.
Time isn't always on our side though and for my old man, time started ticking. To say I learned everything I could when he was still capable of showing me would be a lie, so I had to take it into my own hands... do a little self-tutelage, seeking of experts and searching for old tomes. I had some at home but honestly I needed more. Nothing bad happens to inexperienced people seeking magic way above their level right?
Haha... Don't worry, everything is under control here.
So yeah, laugh at the fetishes, laugh at the charms, laugh at the skids of of salt I got from Bulk-Mart and laugh at the boiling pot that's constantly going; but when the creatures come and we need to hold out, this place isn't going down without a fight... and we will always have some kind of soup to go back to when this all blows over.