MONET ÈLISA NAVARRO-GALLAY
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School: Castelobruxo

Year: Third

Status: Muggleborn

Appearance Reducio Monet stands at 5 foot 4, agile and strong. She takes pride in her physique. Not her appearance, per se, but her strength and athletic prowess. Her long brown hair is often pulled up into a ponytail or a dutch braid to keep it out of her face (she keeps telling herself that she’ll give in and cut it someday). When not in uniform, Monet happily sports an almost 90s-grunge aesthetic. Flannels, plaid, ripped jeans and her beat-up pair of black sneakers.

Personality Reducio Monet Èlisa Navarro-Gallay refuses to be belittled. By a teacher, by a student calling her some stupid name becuase of her heritage, it doesn’t matter. Fueled by a deep yearning to belong, Monet is not afraid to stand her ground in who she is and why she deserves something. While she doesn’t think she’s better than anyone, certainly she is just as good as anyone else, and will happily correct anyone who says otherwise.

History + FIOM Reducio Natania Gallay and Luis Navarro are the smartest people Monet has ever known. Natania, her mother, is a satellite program director with the CNES (Centre National d'Études Spatiales / National Center for Space Studies), and Luis, her father, an orthodontist with too many hobbies to count. The two met, married and started their family in Barcelona, a proudly French(Natania)-Catalan(Luis) family. Monet is the youngest (and only girl) of 4 siblings, born on February 27, 2010. Her closest relationship is with Carlos, the oldest of the group (9 years older than her). Mateo and Dante, the twin boys in the middle of the line-up (5 years older than her), were extremely close with each other and never really took the chance to get to know their sister. The words most often used to describe Monet are.. Not the most flattering. “Difficult”, “argumentative”, “unagreeable”. But she wasn’t always like this, Monet used to be an outgoing and courageous girl who enjoyed playing sports in the mud. And Monet was perfectly happy to be exactly that. Until the Navarro-Gallay family moved in 2019. It was meant to be an exciting event. Monet’s mother had gotten a promotion within the CNES, now being asked to oversee launches at Guiana Space Center in French Guiana, South America. What the rest of the family saw as a new adventure, Monet saw as doomsday. A move all the way to the other side of the world, almost as far away as you could go without coming back. She would have to find a new drum teacher who would let her let loose when she needed to, she’d need to make entirely new friends in French, which she now wished she had worked harder at. As soon as the move was announced, Monet’s demeanor shifted. If she couldn’t control where she lived, if she couldn’t control her circumstances, she would control herself and her image. And if she was able to start all over in a new country, start all over she would. Grades began to slip. Monet was smart, and always came third or fourth in her classes before, but she started skipping class. There’d be many nights where Monet snuck out of her house, or locked herself in her room in protest. She did find a new drum teacher, but this one was so focused on theory when all Monet wanted was to let go. Monet had some... odd experiences when she was younger. Namely in sports. The first, and most bizarre, occurrence of these oddities (which she now knows was the first time she performed magic) was during her first ever football game. It was nothing grand, just a little-league of sorts filled with 5 year old Monet and others her age. While the sport may have been just a chance to be outside or something their parents dragged them to for the other kids, it was so much more for Monet. This was her whole life. And here she was, her first game. She was the goalie. The other team was actually pretty good. Monet's team was not. It was 45 minutes of Monet getting absolutely clobbered by the other team. When she dived right, they kicked left. When she thought someone from her team had finally taken the ball, someone kicked it into the goal. At the end of the game, Monet's team hadn't scored a single point. Monet was angry . She looked at the soccer ball as her anger filled her mind. What she hadn't realized was that the angrier she got, the bigger the ball was becoming. It slowly grew and grew, until BAM. The ball had exploded right in the middle of the field. "Was that me? No, no way. Weird coincidence, that's all," she thought. When the Castelobruxo faculty member came to the Navarro household, all seemed calm for a while. It took a lot of explanation and proof, but finally Natania and Luis relented and began to think that magic truly did exist. As the staff explained the school’s curriculum to them, the gears began to turn. They had been thinking of sending Monet to a boarding school anyways, and this seemed like a wonderful opportunity for their daughter. But when Mateo and Dante found out the next day, all hell broke loose. Wild shouting matches began between Monet and the boys, screaming how it was “unfair” to let Monet go. The three siblings screamed their throats raw, but in the end, the decision was made. Monet was going to Castelobruxo come September. Monet thought she would hate this “magic-school”, but in actuality, she came to love her first year. The freedom she had there compared to at home was so liberating. She was still a bit abrasive to most, she certainly was not a “rule-follower” (some of the rules just seemed dumb), and she detested the required labor on the grounds. At least the extra-curriculars weren’t so terrible, as quidditch was the most glorious thing Monet had ever experienced.

Relationships Reducio Boe Mirales Correa - Castelobruxo - Fourth Year - Positive Raul Mirales Correa - Castelobruxo - Third Year - Tolerates (just barely) Maksim Levin - Koldovstoretz - Second Year - Acquainted

Threads Reducio Long Arguments, Short Stories | Boe Mirales Correa, Raul Mirales Correa, Manu Macedo Ready to RUM-ble | Verona Carlito Andréas, Boe Mirales Correa, Raul Mirales Correa, Manu Macedo, Haley Rose, Lucinia Twain, Elowen Fernsby Summer Quidditch 2022 | Boe Mirales Correa, Raul Mirales Correa Faerietale Endings |Maksim Levin Save Your Date |Maksim Levin Clothing the Distance |Maksim Levin Bad Things Come to Those Who Wait |Boe Mirales Correa, Raul Mirales Correa

Is your character a Broom Racer? NO
Is your character a Quidditch Player? YES (Beater preference)
Is your character a Duelist? NO

Stats
Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 10 | Wisdom: 4 | ArcPower: 3 | Accuracy: 12

+1 [Broom Racing], +1 [Quidditch]

Abilities

Broken Broomshaft

Reducio

Monet has always been athletic and rowdy, often playing too rough with those she grew up with. Too bad, she'd think. Suck it up, you'll be fine eventually. Football, tag, wrestling, it didn't mater. All of them usually ended up with one of her friends running to their parent in tears and Monet celebrating a victory (before being scolded by her parents)

Monet also has never understood that brooms in the wizarding world are expensive. No matter how many times it had been explained to her, it just never got into her head that these were basically machines, not what you use to clean your floors. And so, Monet wasn't ever careful when she flew. She tugged, she dragged, she dropped every broom she used. It surely would be easy to replace, no? Couldn't another wizard just... Make another one?

And so Monet's disregard for people's pain tolerance and their brooms turned her into a beast of a quidditch beater.

From the moment Monet learned what quidditch was, she knew she wanted to be a beater. Beaters, the menaces of the sky. Gliding through the edges of the pitch, their eyes scanning for the right opportunity to come. They were the heavy-hitters, the ones to be sure you were watching for. The ones to fear. The bat, the thrill of whacking a bludger towards an opponent at full-force, it was just too fun. The day she made the quidditch team was the best day of her whole first year.

As time went on, and Monet became better acquainted with the sport, she found herself hitting even harder. Flying more recklessly towards opponents. Aiming for not just the person, but the broom, the achilles heel of the sport. She found herself playing with such abandon that sometimes she would end up with more bruises than her targets at the end of the game. But it didn't matter if they won, did it?

The first time she split someone's broom was glorious. It was a perfect hit, a killing blow to the opposing chaser. As they were tipped over by the impact, he crack! of the bludger to the wood of the broom could be heard throughout the pitch. She didn't understand why the guy was so mad at her after the fact, talking about how long it would take him to fix his broom. Surely he could just buy a new one, right?

WC: 411

Lovely Creature

Reducio

"Congratulations, you have a healthy baby girl!"

Natania Gallay-Navarro's heart leapt at those seven words. After a long and strenuous 8 hours of active labor, those were exactly the words she wanted to hear. Of course her first joy that the baby was healthy, but her immediate second thought was that her wish had finally come true. A girl, a baby girl. Natania knew she and her husband weren't having any more children after this, and though she would love them no matter what, she was hoping and praying for a beautiful baby girl. At last, an excuse to go shopping for precious little outfits that would make her baby shine. As she held her only daughter for the first time, she thought that this baby was the most beautiful of her children (though she'd never admit it to the others), and she decided to switch the girl's first and middle names. Her name would be Monet, a work of art named after the artist.

Well, even though it did result in some adorable baby photos, Monet didn't need anything special to draw people's eye to her. She simply was a captivating person, a radiant human, a lovely creature.

There's a subtle beauty to Monet, an effortless allure that she's always had. Her gaze rested soft, her eyes capturing rays of light ad capturing the flecks and depths of color within them. Her hair, always lush and healthy, framed her face in just the right place no matter how she wore it. Her voice is confident, self-assured, as if the foundations of her thoughts give strength to the sound of her words.

The nature of Monet's interests as a child meant that she had a lot of male friends as she grew up. And while it was not the case with every friend, many of them would often bring her flowers at practice, or try to chat up her father to make a good impression. This was usually met by a confused but genuine thanks from Monet, and a quick changing of the subject at hand.

Monet's presence is beautifully delicate and fierce at the same time. Her outgoing and, recently, somewhat rebellious personality combined with her physique confuses and intrigues many. Wether through her looks, her personality, her voice, or simply the presence she brought with her, there was no denying it. Monet Gallay-Navarro was simply a lovely creature.

WC: 405

Terrible Presence

Reducio

Monet has not been a "pleasant" person to be around for a few years now. She was a bit rude, a bit stand-offish, and a bit stubborn. When she was at home, it seemed as if this magic school her parents had agreed to send her to was accomplishing their goal of mellowing her out and getting their precious little girl back. How stupid they must have been to believe such an obvious facade, a mere placation to their desires.

But what was actually happening was very, very different. What was first a small seed of distaste and distrust planted by a certain Mirales Correa had begun to grow, to sprout into a bitter hatred. As the weeks turned into months, and the months into years (just two, to be exact), Monet's animosity flourished like a noxious weed in her heart. The once-minor grievances she held against ungrateful muggle-borns had transformed into an overwhelming resentment that tainted her thoughts and emotions. This bitterness crept and entwined itself like tenacious tendrils, ensnaring every facet of her being and distorting her perception of the world and those around her.

As dramatic as that sounds, Monet was still only a teenager, and thus these "poisoned thoughts and emotions" only resulted in shouting matches and being largely unliked by her classmates. But everything seems like a life-or-death scenario at that age, does it not?

Far from mellowing her out and bringing back her former self, Monet's experiences were shaping her into something entirely different. Her interactions with her fellow students and even some members of the faculty had become laced with palpable animosity.

Oh yes, it was palpable. What had once been a rebellious response to a difficult transition had now become intrinsic components of Monet's personality. No longer did she stare people down to "show them you're not afraid", but it had become an instinctual reaction. It was simply second nature. Bickering with others was had devolved from the desire to be a mere contrarian, she derived satisfaction from belittling them and reminding them of their inferior status. Reminding them where they stood.

Put her in a line-up of teenagers and it's clear that whatever Monet is experiencing is much, much more than a phase. Her presence and aura has simply been changed, altered. She was growing from a small, innocent puppy into a rabid dog, eacer to bark and chomp. Point her in a direction, just wait and see what will happen. What a terrible, terrible thing.

WC: 415