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Marisol was born the second of a set of identical twin girls, the first being named Amaranta. She grew up inseparable from her sister though it became rather apparent even at a young age the Amaranta had a thirst for adventure that exceeded Marisol's own and even over the youngest's tentative nature. Amaranta was often in trouble and the focus of their mother's ire for being unladylike which contributed to the peace seeking nature of Marisol who more often than not was the bridge between the two. Amaranta was the bright inspiration for Marisol - pushing the youngest outside her comfort zone and making her far more open over time. When the two were twelve Amaranta was lost to one of her escapades. A spring flood caused a stream to swell over and in an attempt to be daring she fell in and was swept away. Marisol saw the waters sweep her sister away and soon engulf the young Princess. Her body was recovered further down and left Marisol withdrew for nearly half a year and at which time, though no one knows how, she came out of her retreat Marisol flourished in her own studies and grew to look up to her elder sister Zara who was keen of mind. Wanting to walk nearly the same road Marisol found her own path diverged slightly. That which was out of order was given order. Everything had a place and something out of it could easily be sorted back into the pattern. Her keen mind could go no further at the royal holdings in the Oathlands and the inquisitive young Princess was packed up and sent to learn more about the rest of the Compact in Arvum beside her elder sister.

The elegance of her lithesome frame culminates in a long neck and a youthful countenance set within a small oval face. Large brown eyes centered with a slender nose reflect an innocence that is not echoed in the regal way she carries herself. Thick brown waves of hair cascade down to the middle of her back left often left simply unrestrained. The ease of her smile shows the depths of quiet observation when it paints her full lips. {w({nLooks a little exhausted in the form of dark circles under her eyes.{w){n

Jovial and warm, Marisol is a soul who seeks the path that overlaps the many. The few rare occasions where she speaks up for her beliefs is an indication of how much weight they carry for her. There is something about conflict that draws her attention. The focused tailor or artists examining a tapestry and spotting the loose thread of adversarial intentions. She isn't one to let sleeping dogs lay for the sake of progress. One might think she would be cold due to her aspirations for law keeping and making, but nothing could be further from the truth. She laughs, she smiles. She smiles a lot at the simplest of things. As she is empathetic and thoughtful she is never at a loss of acquaintances but tends a small garden of those she was unflaggingly loyal to. She gives of herself gladly while enjoying the simpler beauty in life with a vivacious interest in the current climate of the land. If one were to describe the Princess it would be inquisitively shy - keeping of herself but seeking to learn more of others. There is no better way to understand the world around her than to know those that live in it. Despite her demure exterior there is an inner thirst for more adventurous thrills and knowledge both by experience or research. Her attention may be pointed towards the future but her mind is firmly rooted in the past.