Marisol

Paola (Sister, NPC)

## Application Sheet

Marisol was a brown-furred she-wolf with amber-brown eyes. She entered the Domain after the Hive Wars, finding a place in Mhor to begin her new life. Her story is ongoing. Marisol was created and RP'd by iam-57311.

## Personality

* ***Charming but Clumsy.*** As might have been guessed by her smile and overall happy appearance, Marisol knows how to approach others. While not the smoothest with words, she holds her place in a conversation and can overall fit in with the mood around her. She can cheer up others when they’re upset and be a shoulder to lean on, helping her allies maintain neutrality at worst, often hoping to gain their appreciation in return. There are times when her words slip up and her intentions look wrong, but it’s nothing she can’t bounce back from.
* ***Patient(ish).*** No one ever knows what someone is going through. Marisol knows this from first-hand experience, which is why she always tries to exercise patience with others. When in conversation or learning a lesson, her focus is on who she’s listening to, providing advice when she believes is appropriate but otherwise listening patiently. It’s difficult, for sure, but at the very least, she can appear to be listening the whole time. It’s not her fault, but she does try.
* ***Remembering and Thoughtful.*** Marisol doesn’t remember everything and isn’t always on top of the situation, but she does try. When it comes to important events and details about someone, she makes it her top priority to know and keep them in her mind. More than that, she uses that information to subvert watch was expected of her and go beyond that. She may bring gifts to a celebration or go out of her way to spend time with someone who may need the comforting. Her efforts are not perfect, but she does try her best to make up for where she lacks.
* ***Underconfident***. Likely better described as a lack of self-worth, Marisol knows that not everyone will like her. She knows there is a lot, meaning a lot of things she isn’t good at and is therefore too afraid to try more times than not. With positive reassurance, she may be able to put on a smile and pretend, but it will be hard for her to ever just be good at something and know it in her heart as well.
* ***Improvising due to being Non-Observant.*** Only some things make it into her knowledge unless she is actively paying attention to them. So, instead of being a burden and asking, she finds a means of interpreting what it is likely she has to do. Her solutions are spontaneous and likely won't make much sense themselves, but it’s the first thing her brain jumps to if she missed out on something. No matter how aware she is of what she’s missing, it’s harder for her to just… pay attention and find out. She simply does not know.
* ***Transparent and Gossipy.*** Overall, her transparency with others is not an inherently bad thing. Marisol is open and communicative, able to be truthful when speaking of herself and her actions. However, this doesn’t extend to her perceptions of others, especially those with whom she does not have a close relationship. She knows full well that not many are willing to share about themselves, but she also knows that nothing stays hidden from all eyes. Well before ever approaching an accusation herself, she’s more likely to gather outsider inspections and pass them around as they have with her. Most secrets are not safe with Marisol.

## Pre-Group History

Marisol had, what most would consider, a normal upbringing. Two doting parents, a full litter of siblings to play with, and enough packmates to keep her young mind entertained at any given hour. The two fathers – one of them being a transgender male – were hesitant at first with their litter, but had nothing but the most respect for each other and quickly adored their four little bundles of joy. It never occurred to the young girl that having two fathers was not "the norm", as there weren't many other examples of parents within the pack. But what she knew is that she loved her parents and they loved her back. That's what was important to her.

As soon as she could walk, Mari was an adventurous spirit. She and her siblings would wander around the pack's den sites and frequently nibble on the paws and tails of their parent's older friends. There was a younger wolf here or there, but Marisol mostly found herself interacting with the adults, spending time with anyone who would listen to her ramble and encourage whatever she was talking about. She found it easier to converse with the patient adults rather than any yearlings who would rather she leave them alone.

In her youth, there were times when she had difficulty understanding something as quickly as her siblings, or overall keeping up with others. Yes, some were patient with her and willing to hold a conversation, but she found it hard to make a friend outside of the family. Her parents noticed this, trying their best to help their daughter, but it was ultimately Marco – her nearly-twin brother – who would pick her up and try his best to help her whenever she had difficulties. Eventually, she became friends with Gavin  – an adolescent adopted by one of her parent's friends not long before – as well as Rowan, a girl from an older litter, who was really cool... Her, Marco, Gavin and Rowan would become a little power quad of sorts, facing anything together as they grew up and making more friends along the way.

As the pups grew into yearlings, most of them began to get tasks if they haven't already. Marisol stayed behind, not knowing what task she should go into yet, but that was okay. Rowan neglected to choose a task yet as well, so the two of them hung out while the other half of their group was out. A couple of her friends with tasks would teach her about their own when they all had free time. Marisol picked up hunting and gathering the easiest, and, coincidentally, Gavin had that task, so he was able to teach her the most.

Between her one-on-one lessons with Gavin and all that time spent with Rowan, she began to feel… fuzzy. Some family members noticed and playfully picked on her for it, betting on which friend she had her crush on, but between all their asking, she honestly didn't know what to tell them. Especially because she didn't know herself, nor did she want to pick… The teasing did make her distance from everyone – family and those friends – for a little bit, but not long enough for concern. She reasoned it was for a bit of breathing room, that's all. Soon enough, things returned to normal enough that she could pretend the way the two friends looked at her was the same adoration they had for each other as kids.

Her brother unfortunately grew further apart from the group over time. It saddened her every time she thought about it – how he was the one that brought them together, and now, the most they interacted as a greeting here and there. It felt so strange to be distanced from someone who used to always be there for her, leaving her to debate how much of it had been her own fault. How much had her silly emotions driven away someone who used to be her twin?

At least her closest friends were there. She was still close with her parents and spent some time with her siblings and other friends, but it was these two friends in particular who never left. If anything, they grew closer.

Marisol was barely half a year old when something drastic stirred within the pack's leaders. Someone else became the alpha, someone else nearly no one liked… Mari couldn't say she understood all the details. All she knew was that it was causing a lot of disturbance within the pack and a lot of fights with it. All of which rendered her frozen. After a particularly heated fight, Rowan suffered scars unlike Marisol had ever imagined. Her and Gavin's first thought was to rush her to the healers, but instead, Rowan wanted to run. Escape the pack, just for a little while until things cooled down. So the trio left.

Marisol's nerves were wracked with an air of nervousness and excitement. She didn't know how to feel, but it felt… strangely comforting to be around them. Only them. In the days that followed, she would spend her time gathering supplies to make a temporary den for them and looking over Rowan. Gavin would do most of the hunting, Rowan would help as much as she could, and returning to the den always promised someone to cuddle with. Almost like a little family of their own.

Weeks went by and… well, by now it looked like they were never going back. If her family tried looking for her, they must've given up, or maybe they left the pack as well. She didn't want to know, but the guilt of just up and leaving consumed her every day… Not to mention Rowan had a spike of time where she got worse. Her scars mostly healed, but she got sick, and Marisol panicked. She had no idea how to cure her and felt guilty and wrong for never forcing herself to pick a task. Maybe her best friend wouldn't be so ill and weak if she sat and learned something. If she was useful.

The realization that she was holding them back… was something her family always stopped her from thinking. But they weren't here now, were they? No, they weren't, and Marisol couldn't be extra weight when not in a pack. She couldn’t do that to them. So she told them her thoughts one night, hoping that it would stop her from keeping more of her thoughts inside.

Gavin told her that they care about her… a lot. And they just wanted to see her happy. The whole puppy love fiasco between them was silly and they could pretend it never happened, grow and move on. Even as they told her she wasn't a burden, something in her brain stopped her from seeing that truth.

Nothing they could say could alter her decision now.

She fell asleep next to them that night, pretending all was fine and dandy now. Trying her hardest to stay silent, she snuck out, continuing to walk without thought and never turning her back no matter the temptation. Once she crossed the mountain, it was over. They'd be… happier, without her. At least she had to tell herself that.

Crossing endless mountains would become her every day as winter progressed. It was reckless, but she hadn't a single idea what to do now. No matter the number of wolves she met in these mountains, nor the interactions they had, it never got easier to be out here on her own. It wasn't until she stumbled across the snow-covered borders of what had to be a pack did she believe she had it in her to try again. Find herself in a new place, and fit with a new community… it was going to be hard, but she had no other option now.

## Trivia

* Her scent is most strong in spring and autumn; resembling grapes/fruity smells in spring and smoked herbs in autumn.
* Quite often her teeth are bared in a grin – it's her practiced friendly face.
* She shows signs of being neurodivergent.
* In her youth, she nearly resembled a fox due to her previous size and shapes.
* Marisol minds when others touch her, but will usually allow it if she trusts that person.
* She’s quite interested in meeting and making friends with non-wolf creatures.
* Currently, she has a hard time falling in love and committing to long-term relationships, afraid something will go wrong again.
* Marisol does not yet know she's not cis but will find that out about herself in time (for now she mainly uses she/her).

## External Links

* Official Application Sheet
* iam-57311's deviantART Gallery