Gregori Gabrelovic was originally a scientist for an oppressive government in war-torn Eastern Europe; however, the regime became increasingly exasperated by his focus on what they called "useless science". After all, why would a militaristic nation need flavored nerve gas or prismatic, color-changing nuclear warheads? Gregori's interests did not lie in war; on the contrary, he simply loves to fiddle with the chemical properties of things. After being kicked out of his nation's science program and essentially exiled and left for dead in a small mountain village, he made his way westward across Europe over the course of several years, and eventually immigrated to America. (He often claims to have misplaced his green card, but chances are that he never had one to begin with.)<br/><br/>Once he came to America, Gregori met Evalynn. Because of his questionable legal status, the only work he can find was in the basement of her shop, cooking up new recipes for the candies and pastries her business makes and sells. His curiosity and inquisitive nature often drives him to experiment with the formulas and concoct all sorts of strange recipes with unintended side effects, such as hallucinogenic lollipops, banana nut bread that turns your skin yellow, doughnuts that actually make your ass<em>shrink</em>, and other, more exotic treats that lead to effects some would deem downright magical.<br/><br/>With ash-blonde hair that is always slightly unkempt, sensitive blue eyes that always have a slightly wild look to them, Gregori appears to be a bit of a mad scientist; only he traded his lab coat for an apron and his latex gloves for a baking mitt. He spends much of his time bent over his basement laboratory workshop tables or slaving over the ovens, so it's often hard to believe that he's 6'4". He is muscular, but working in a bakery has given him a little excess meat-- he isn't fat, but he isn't Michael Phelps either. As you might expect, Gregori speaks with a bit of an accent. It is hard to tell if it's Russian, German, or some strange mix of other Eastern European influences, since his time spent journeying across the continent diluted his accent a bit. He cringes at the Americanized version of his name (Greg), preferring the proud native pronunciation (Graygor-eye). His preferences for his name really don't matter all that much, since his wife has a habit of calling him by last name anyway.<br/><br/>For an intelligent scientist, he can be surprisingly scatter-brained at times, often wandering off muttering to himself or gazing out of the window, observing the phenomena of the world outside. When it comes to his work and his wife, however, he is usually very dedicated. He is especially protective of Evalynn now that she is pregnant with his child.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Summary:</strong></span><br/><strong>Age-</strong>34<br/><strong>Hair-</strong>Ash-blonde<br/><strong>Eyes-</strong>Blue<br/><strong>Body-</strong>Muscular, but not all that skinny.<br/><strong>Height-</strong>6'4"<br/><strong>Voice-</strong>Deep, heavily accented<br/><strong>Status-</strong>Married to Evalynn<br/><strong>Job- </strong>Scientist, Baker, Candymaker, assorted other tasks as they arise