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Post by Marisol Leandra Lobera Navarre on Oct 4, 2024 0:53:45 GMT -7
MARISOL LEANDRA LOBERA NAVARRE
WAND Wand 1 - Elm, phoenix feather, rigid, 11.5 inches [broken in 2025] Wand 2 - Pine, werewolf whiskers, supple, 10 1/4 inches [purchased in 2025 at The Queen's Wands and Woodworks]
APPEARANCE Dark hair and dark eyes just like her mother, stands short at 5’1”. Walks and moves with a sense of purpose, although she might often seem distracted and doesn’t make eye contact that much. Takes care of her appearance and tries to dress well – preppy and neat for her job, casual and well-stocked for her adventures. Got some curious scars on her shoulders and back – might seem like a werewolf’s claw marks if you really look. Nearly always found with her bag slung over one shoulder, ready to take off at a moment’s notice. Plus she always has snacks. | pronunciation mah-ree-sol nickname Sol, Solcito (family) age & birthday 23 - 20 January 2006 gender & pronouns Female, she/her blood status Halfblood sexuality Exploring face claim Vanessa Hudgens | |||||||||||||||||||||||
PERSONALITY Big risks, big reward – What’s the point of a long life if you spend most of it hidden away? Sol believes in making big waves, because that’s where all the fun is. She’s a big risk-taker, whether you’re talking about taking a chance on someone new or going somewhere with big red warning signs telling you not to. Actually, that’ll probably make her want it more – she’s never been good at doing what she’s told, or respecting her elders. She has big, undefined dreams...doing things that matter, learning more, feeling like she's accomplished something at the end (whether that's in 50 years, 5 years or 5 minutes). Hungry for knowledge – What she has will never be enough. Sol is bright, studious, loves the rush of getting back a perfectly marked assignment with a little star doodled at the top by the professor. But it’s more than just chasing straight O’s – she has a natural curiosity about the world, a keen sense for discovering a mystery or something inexplicable, and then dedicating herself completely to solving it and cataloging her findings. No challenge is too big, no dream is too small. Dark side of the moon – You might never see it, but you still know it’s always there. Sol doesn’t stick to the tried-and-true, nor is she interested in playing by the rules. Her knowledgeable edge, that extra little push that’s always set her apart from the others – well, it comes from somewhere. She loves to explore the theory and see it in action, and if that means dabbling in the black market or toeing the line in certain areas that might be considered forbidden…well, she’s game. She’s willing to try anything, and usually won’t consult with others before doing it. She knows best, right? Looking for the next best thing – She’s bored. It doesn’t really matter where she is or what she’s doing, because she’s sure that life could be better and that the secret to it is just around the corner. So Sol seeks out adventures, or trouble (depending on who you ask). They’re often spontaneous decisions, but don’t mistake it for impulsivity. Her mind races far faster than her mouth, and she’s often questioned herself and thought about every other alternative twice before she acts. The questions never stop – So naturally, she constantly questions herself and her decisions. And the decisions of those around her. But you really shouldn’t take it personal, because it’s not meant to be. She’s never quite been good with people, especially people who don’t behave like they seem they should, and as a result…well, she likes to isolate herself. Maybe it’s something she inherited from her mother. Pushing people away is so much easier than explaining yourself. Decisive - And once she's made up her mind about something, well that's that. Her fears are cemented in her brain and are impossible to banish -- seeing Fenrir's eyes again, almost drowning like that one time in Peru, or finding herself in a crowded area with no way to escape or stay in control of herself. Poker face – It’s hard to tell what Sol’s thinking. She doesn’t telegraph her emotions on her face, and she’s pretty quiet. That can be hard for people to interpret – is she unhappy? Unfriendly? Unfeeling? The truth is, she prefers it this way. Her face won't betray anything, but that's why you have to pay close attention to what she says. Sol's never had much of a filter, but that's on purpose. Saying what she thinks is the only way she truly has of sharing with the world around her. Long memory – Sol forms bonds fairly quickly if you can show her who you truly are and that you'll be there for her. She contrives situations to be alone, a way to protect herself, but it's not really what she wants. For the people in her life who push to stay part of it...well, she’s grateful and doesn’t forget those kindnesses. Even if she doesn’t always know what to do in return. The intention is there, she simply doesn’t always know how to put it in action. ORIGIN & RELATIONS Veracruz, Mexico Mother: Sofia Navarre, banker at Gringotts (Mexico branch) Father: Fenrir Greyback Grandparents: Leonardo & Eulalia Navarre Uncle: Diego Aunts: Claudia, Mariella, Marta Cousins: Delores, Flora, Antonio, Pedro, Julio, Adriana, Mateo, Sara, Armando, Amalia Half-siblings: other Greybacks Pet: Bowtruckle named Indigo (also known as Indy) HISTORY Sol’s mother isn’t a good liar. When she realized that she was pregnant with Fenrir Greyback’s child, when she fled as far away as possible to her family in Mexico, when the whole family was in an uproar and demanded to know who the father was – what did her mother answer? She gave him the surname Lobera, about as stealthy and subtle as an Erumpent in a china shop. The kind of answer you give when you’re too ashamed to talk about what happened, but also unable to let go. Stuck in the past, afraid of the past, but unable to release it and move on. So Sol’s always had the ‘wolf’ in her, in her name – long before she knew the truth or came anywhere near Fenrir Greyback. So that’s how her life started – stumbling in the dark, full of half-baked questions and suspicions about her mother but never getting any answers. Like why did they live with Tío Diego? It seems strange that Sofia Navarre, who left Veracruz full of blazing confidences about her exciting new life in London, would come back not two years later. Defeated, withdrawn…and pregnant. Nobody got any real answers about what happened, why Gringotts had quietly organized a position in Veracruz’s local branch for Sofia, why she was dead silent on what happened in London, and why she’d come back at all when she’d promised that they wouldn’t see her again until she was a big star. Something had gone wrong, that much was certain. There was a deadness in her eyes, that spark completely extinguished by persons or motives unknown. She was like a living corpse, trying to go through the motions but unable to do even that (for herself or for her unborn daughter). So she moved into her brother’s home and simply never left. But there were other questions too. Like why couldn’t they ever go to England? Sol was a curious little thing, and found her mother’s vision board from a long time ago. The old cutouts from magazines about the great magical cities of Great Britain, the ancient sorts of magic they had there, the opportunities where gold seemed to grow on trees in the fabled bank of Gringotts. It was part of her mother’s life once, and if she’d been conceived there – well, Sol reasoned that meant it was part of her life too. But Mama would get angry and then go completely silent. Not talk to her for two or three days if Sol ever mentioned it. Just a vacation, she would offer. Just for a couple days, she would beg. But it was a question that never got an answer. Her family life was difficult, but whose family isn’t? Sol grew up with her uncle’s family, and her grandmother was more of a mother than Sofia could ever be for her. Still, her grandparents were aging and that meant Sol spent a lot of her time unsupervised. Going off on adventures (sometimes with her cousins, usually without), looking for pretty shells at the beach, or reading. Mostly reading, anything she could get her hands on and anywhere she could reach. It was one of the only ways she could actually connect with her mother. Sofia hated questions, hated having to apply herself to anything that required real effort, but she’d talk about her books. Answer questions about the characters. Pose new ones, even, for Sol to go hunt for an answer and then come back with some ideas. Isn’t that sad? Her mother didn’t even really exist except in fictional worlds. Their relationship was as real and tangible as wondering why el Cid had been banished, whether Don Quixote truly had good intentions, if the Time Traveller had chosen his future or been destined for it. Sol wondered the same thing about herself sometimes. Maybe that’s why Sol has always been so restless. Because asking questions is how she grew up, and searching for evasive answers became much more than a hobby for her. It was a way of life, an addiction she didn’t want to overcome, a way to imagine that a better life was just around the corner (and she could find it if she just kept moving). So it went with her schooling too. Sol brought up Castelobruxo first – yes it was far, but it seemed much more prestigious than any of the little schools Mexico could offer. Sofia seemed excited about it…which killed some of Sol’s motivations, hurt her in a way she couldn’t articulate. Why did her mother want her so far away? She didn’t understand it, but she went anyway. Why cause a big fight if she was getting what she wanted? That’s where things got complicated (more complicated, at least). School was fine. Her professors loved her innate curiosity, and Sol loved the vast amount of knowledge that was available in Castelobruxo. Talented professors, a sprawling library, endless jungles just outside that hinted at all kinds of adventures just waiting to be discovered by the bold and brave. Or the naïve and foolish. She quickly zoomed to the top of her class, to the kinds of grades that her family would gush about on every break. But then. But then she turned 15, and the truth all came out, and her life changed forever. A girl’s quinceañera is meant to be a joyful celebration, and it started that way. Her grandparents invited everybody they knew, posted about it in every magical publication that Veracruz offered. They were proud, she was ready to be an adult, and the fancy dress was just the cherry on top. But despite every attempt by Sofia to bury the past, despite how far she’d run and how long she’d crept around in the shadows trying to stay hidden…well. Fenrir found her. She’d run away with something that belonged to him, after all, and he had a long memory. So he came to claim his daughter and mark his territory and punish the mother for daring to think that she could escape him. Sol didn’t remember much about what happened, but she didn’t need to. There were enough witnesses who’d lived, and nobody in Veracruz’s small magical community would ever forget it. So Sol made a few decisions. She’d never go to a party again (not a birthday party, not a housewarming, nothing that would ever bring her back to that moment when the music cut off and the screaming began). And she needed a mentor. Someone who would answer her questions about werewolves the way her family never did, and explain what she was now and what her life would look like. She was determined enough to accomplish both things, and the closer that graduation approached and demanded real answers about what came next – well, she began to make other decisions as well. Like fine, her mama had never wanted to take her to England. So she’d just go herself. She didn’t need others to make those decisions for her. Meanwhile, Sofia began to make her own choices. After surviving Fenrir Greyback once again, she had to think about her daughter. No matter that sometimes she wanted to sink into a chair and never rise again. No matter that she wanted to Obliviate herself out of her girl’s life, her parents’ lives, everybody’s. Because one day, not too long after what would forever be referred to only as The Incident, while she was working at the local branch of Gringotts like any other day – she saw those eyes again. The eyes of a monster, the ice-cold shade that the devil looked at you with before he tried to drag you down to hell. Except this time they weren’t on Fenrir. It was a younger man, come to the bank for some sort of cursebreaking assignment, and what else could Sofia do except drop the papers in her hand and run home? Again, just like the last time. It took months to gather her courage and speak to him. Because he might not be his father, but he looked just like him and it took time until Sofia felt that she could approach Rhys Greyback without fearing for her life. But eventually she did, and for the first time in her life – she told the truth. Explained about her daughter, explained about her rash decision to move to England soon enough where the family couldn’t protect her. Begged him to help her, because she just wasn’t able to anymore (had she ever?). But that was that. And wherever her mother is and whatever she’s doing these days – well, Sol doesn’t know. And it’s probably better that way. When Sol arrived in England, she found work at a museum that promised a cushy job with access to lots of ancient knowledge. Even better, it gave her the kind of free time to seek out her own thrilling experiences. Dabbling in the field as an ‘independent specialist,’ stumbling into danger and straight out of it again, and then cataloging everything she’d done (because hey, she was a good archivist). She wants to have a big, crazy line -- but above all, she just wants it to be hers. Making decisions for herself, not having others rely on her or even worse...needing to rely on them. SITE EVENTS REACTION As for the tumultuous series of events in Britain? Well, what does Sol care about the fight for good and evil? She had enough problems of her own, and she quite liked to avoid public places which kept her neatly out of any more headlines. Exploding Quidditch stadiums and schools being set on fire didn’t seem much worse than her own experiences, really. Sol loves to devour knowledge, but she isn’t particularly philosophical. She doesn’t want to take a side, or wonder about the moral clarity of her own actions. She just wants to be. WANT AD
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