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Aug. 5th, 2020 11:28 pmOOC Information:
Name: Wreckless
Age: Definitely older than 18
Time Zone: CST
Preferred Contact Method: Discord
IC Information:
Reserve Link: here
Character Name: Allison Argent
Series: Teen Wolf
Character History: Wiki
Personality: When Allison first arrived in Beacon Hills, she seemed like a quiet, shy sort of girl meant to be the love interest for Scott McCall. She quickly became so much more than that though.
Allison constantly struggles between her head and her heart. She is passionate, strong-willed, and typically has a good heart but she’s ruled by fear as well. She fears what most teenage girls fear like not fitting in and not having a boyfriend but it’s more than that. She fears that she won’t be strong or powerful enough, especially when her world is rocked by the revelation that werewolves are real and her family consists of being werewolf hunters. The truth shakes her to her core, leaving her to feel vulnerable as she struggles with the truth of her family and the boy she is falling in love with.
Because of this fear, she throws herself into her training and sometimes puts as much pressure on herself as her family does. She works hard at archery and practicing to fight. She pushes herself to be better all the time and eventually does the same to her family after the loss of her mother and the betrayal of her grandfather. Eventually, she decides that they will stop hunting those that hunt them and start protecting those who cannot protect themselves.
The change of the code is definitely a good sign of Allison’s compassion for others. It's also a way for her to keep herself in check and to make up for the things she did while under her grandfather's influence. Namely how she had hunted Derek Hale's pack out of a desire for revenge over her mother's death.
As she continues to grow up, Allison gains more confidence in all aspects of her life. She becomes more confident in her social interactions, her friendships, and her hunting. She is also the first one to figure out how to defeat the Oni though that accomplishment comes with a price: her life.
Abilities: Wiki Link about her abilities
Six Items:
- Her mini crossbow
- Her Dad's gun (a .50AE Desert Eagle)
- The Beastiary
- Chinese Ring Daggers
- A picture of her friends (Scott, Stiles, Lydia and herself)
- A necklace with her family crest
Character Samples:
Sample 1: TDM
Sample 2: [ Allison is sitting quietly on the beach watching the water when she first appears on the network. Almost as if she wants to share the incredible view that she has found despite the very strange circumstances that she has found herself in. Finally, she focuses the view on her face. ]
I guess there are worst places to end up.
[ But she seems a bit unsure for another second or two until she reminds herself that she needs to be strong right now. So she schools her features into a more neutral expression despite the faint smile gracing her lips. ]
Wow, that really kind of sounded depressing, didn't it? Or something.
[ She tucks some hair back from her face. ]
My name is Allison and...honestly, I don't really know what else to say at the moment. I guess I'm still kind of processing what happened.
How is everyone taking things so far?
Name: Wreckless
Age: Definitely older than 18
Time Zone: CST
Preferred Contact Method: Discord
IC Information:
Reserve Link: here
Character Name: Allison Argent
Series: Teen Wolf
Character History: Wiki
Personality: When Allison first arrived in Beacon Hills, she seemed like a quiet, shy sort of girl meant to be the love interest for Scott McCall. She quickly became so much more than that though.
Allison constantly struggles between her head and her heart. She is passionate, strong-willed, and typically has a good heart but she’s ruled by fear as well. She fears what most teenage girls fear like not fitting in and not having a boyfriend but it’s more than that. She fears that she won’t be strong or powerful enough, especially when her world is rocked by the revelation that werewolves are real and her family consists of being werewolf hunters. The truth shakes her to her core, leaving her to feel vulnerable as she struggles with the truth of her family and the boy she is falling in love with.
Because of this fear, she throws herself into her training and sometimes puts as much pressure on herself as her family does. She works hard at archery and practicing to fight. She pushes herself to be better all the time and eventually does the same to her family after the loss of her mother and the betrayal of her grandfather. Eventually, she decides that they will stop hunting those that hunt them and start protecting those who cannot protect themselves.
The change of the code is definitely a good sign of Allison’s compassion for others. It's also a way for her to keep herself in check and to make up for the things she did while under her grandfather's influence. Namely how she had hunted Derek Hale's pack out of a desire for revenge over her mother's death.
As she continues to grow up, Allison gains more confidence in all aspects of her life. She becomes more confident in her social interactions, her friendships, and her hunting. She is also the first one to figure out how to defeat the Oni though that accomplishment comes with a price: her life.
Abilities: Wiki Link about her abilities
Six Items:
- Her mini crossbow
- Her Dad's gun (a .50AE Desert Eagle)
- The Beastiary
- Chinese Ring Daggers
- A picture of her friends (Scott, Stiles, Lydia and herself)
- A necklace with her family crest
Character Samples:
Sample 1: TDM
Sample 2: [ Allison is sitting quietly on the beach watching the water when she first appears on the network. Almost as if she wants to share the incredible view that she has found despite the very strange circumstances that she has found herself in. Finally, she focuses the view on her face. ]
I guess there are worst places to end up.
[ But she seems a bit unsure for another second or two until she reminds herself that she needs to be strong right now. So she schools her features into a more neutral expression despite the faint smile gracing her lips. ]
Wow, that really kind of sounded depressing, didn't it? Or something.
[ She tucks some hair back from her face. ]
My name is Allison and...honestly, I don't really know what else to say at the moment. I guess I'm still kind of processing what happened.
How is everyone taking things so far?
It had been awhile since Allison had found herself in a man's bedroom. The last time had been near the end of the relationship with Scott, when they had been fighting desperately to hold onto what they had in the face of everything that was conspiring against them and trying to pull them apart.
Elijah's bedroom looked nothing like Scott's though. His room was dark colors and elegant sophistication, not the room of someone between kid and adulthood. Elijah's room wasn't pieces picked out by a motherly figure but everything that he liked and had chosen on his own. Standing there in his private sanctuary, Allison had a little more of a glimpse at the mysterious, enigmatic man who was resting nearby. She wanted desperately to snoop but following him for two weeks had pressed her limits of delving into a man's privacy. She didn't want to push anymore and upset him.
Especially not when he was most likely feeling just a bit off kilter after being bitten and lost in fever induced dreams while she tended to him. She had a feeling that he wasn't a man used to admitting weakness or giving too much of himself too freely, no matter what the situation was. And playing nursemaid to him had been a strange and intimate situation for two people who still didn't really know much about each other. The noble vampire and the huntress.
"We make an odd pair, don't we?" She mused out loud, looking over towards his bed. She could feel the restless energy rolling off of him and she knew he was fighting not to lunge to his feet but she wouldn't let him. She had even threatened him with a smile. All of which he had taken in stride and with a tinge of wry amusement. Maybe because he was still too weak to really argue with her and he was holding himself in check because of what the weakness meant.
"You haven't fed." She remarked then as she moved towards him, deciding to press into his privacy just enough to sit on the edge of the bed. "You need too, don't you?" She saw the flicker of his lashes and the way he clenched his jaw in response which was enough of an answer for her.
Shifting then, she pulled a hair tie from her pocket and went about the task of gathering her dark curls into a haphazard bun at the top of her head. It was a quick fix to pull all the hair out of the way so she could expose the elegant curve of her neck to him then. A few tendrils had escaped but she tucked them back impatiently, maybe to hide just a bit of the nerves she was feeling at the moment though she was tucking them back too with a pure sense of will.
She didn't know how to phrase it then as she looked at him but she figured the a straight forward approach was best. "Feed on me."
Elijah's bedroom looked nothing like Scott's though. His room was dark colors and elegant sophistication, not the room of someone between kid and adulthood. Elijah's room wasn't pieces picked out by a motherly figure but everything that he liked and had chosen on his own. Standing there in his private sanctuary, Allison had a little more of a glimpse at the mysterious, enigmatic man who was resting nearby. She wanted desperately to snoop but following him for two weeks had pressed her limits of delving into a man's privacy. She didn't want to push anymore and upset him.
Especially not when he was most likely feeling just a bit off kilter after being bitten and lost in fever induced dreams while she tended to him. She had a feeling that he wasn't a man used to admitting weakness or giving too much of himself too freely, no matter what the situation was. And playing nursemaid to him had been a strange and intimate situation for two people who still didn't really know much about each other. The noble vampire and the huntress.
"We make an odd pair, don't we?" She mused out loud, looking over towards his bed. She could feel the restless energy rolling off of him and she knew he was fighting not to lunge to his feet but she wouldn't let him. She had even threatened him with a smile. All of which he had taken in stride and with a tinge of wry amusement. Maybe because he was still too weak to really argue with her and he was holding himself in check because of what the weakness meant.
"You haven't fed." She remarked then as she moved towards him, deciding to press into his privacy just enough to sit on the edge of the bed. "You need too, don't you?" She saw the flicker of his lashes and the way he clenched his jaw in response which was enough of an answer for her.
Shifting then, she pulled a hair tie from her pocket and went about the task of gathering her dark curls into a haphazard bun at the top of her head. It was a quick fix to pull all the hair out of the way so she could expose the elegant curve of her neck to him then. A few tendrils had escaped but she tucked them back impatiently, maybe to hide just a bit of the nerves she was feeling at the moment though she was tucking them back too with a pure sense of will.
She didn't know how to phrase it then as she looked at him but she figured the a straight forward approach was best. "Feed on me."
"I'm sorry, Dad, I can't come home till I find Lydia and figure out what is going on with her. Please don't come looking for me. That is an order."
The whole leader card wasn't something that Allison had ever wanted to play with her father and she was sure she would get more than earful later about it but she knew he would listen. She was trained to be a leader and he a soldier. Sometimes that meant she had more pull than he did as a father but she also knew that it was the father that was worried. Worried about her after nearly losing her just a few months before to a samurai blade.
Shifting, she swore she could feel something pull in the middle of her chest then but she knew it was just a phantom pain, a memory more than anything, though the scar would forever be there.
Pushing away the thoughts when she saw the sharply dressed man exiting the shop across the street, Allison pulled herself a bit straighter as she leaned back against the wall of the alley with a narrowing of her gaze. She knew who he was as she had been tracking him for over two weeks now. Ever since the phone call from Derek Hale that brought her from Paris to New Orleans in search of her best friend. The fact that she had come had miraculously kept the other pack members in Beacon Hills though she knew that itched at Scott and Stiles both.
Shifting again, she watched as Elijah Mikaelson made his way across the street and down away from her. Glancing at her phone, she sent a brief message to Derek then, knowing full well he probably wouldn't answer her but that didn't matter. He was watching Rebekah Mikaelson, the sister of the man Allison now tracked. And somewhere else, their brother, the real target, was somewhere with Lydia though the girl had no idea just how close a couple of her former packmates were.
Sliding out of the alley, Allison started after Elijah, keeping her distance and her gait casual so he wouldn't pick up on her.
The whole leader card wasn't something that Allison had ever wanted to play with her father and she was sure she would get more than earful later about it but she knew he would listen. She was trained to be a leader and he a soldier. Sometimes that meant she had more pull than he did as a father but she also knew that it was the father that was worried. Worried about her after nearly losing her just a few months before to a samurai blade.
Shifting, she swore she could feel something pull in the middle of her chest then but she knew it was just a phantom pain, a memory more than anything, though the scar would forever be there.
Pushing away the thoughts when she saw the sharply dressed man exiting the shop across the street, Allison pulled herself a bit straighter as she leaned back against the wall of the alley with a narrowing of her gaze. She knew who he was as she had been tracking him for over two weeks now. Ever since the phone call from Derek Hale that brought her from Paris to New Orleans in search of her best friend. The fact that she had come had miraculously kept the other pack members in Beacon Hills though she knew that itched at Scott and Stiles both.
Shifting again, she watched as Elijah Mikaelson made his way across the street and down away from her. Glancing at her phone, she sent a brief message to Derek then, knowing full well he probably wouldn't answer her but that didn't matter. He was watching Rebekah Mikaelson, the sister of the man Allison now tracked. And somewhere else, their brother, the real target, was somewhere with Lydia though the girl had no idea just how close a couple of her former packmates were.
Sliding out of the alley, Allison started after Elijah, keeping her distance and her gait casual so he wouldn't pick up on her.
Looking back Allison would say that what happened to her had been pretty much inevitable. It seemed to be the fate of every Argent to die at the hands of the very things they were supposed to kill. Maybe that was the problem in some ways; she had broken away from the old Code and now she was being punished. She was going to die exactly how her mother and her aunt had died though the two women had died in very different ways.
The only difference was that she wasn't going to die.
Even now she could see her father, the great Chris Argent, struggling between what the code he had grown up with dictated and his feelings as a father. Furthermore, it was his feelings as a man who lost his wife because she had followed that code. Allison wasn't sure she could believe in anything that said a woman should abandon her husband and daughter instead of living. After all, not all werewolves were monsters and Allison had seen proof of that.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she let out a slow breath past the haze of pain and the burning sensation that came from her arm just below her right shoulder. The wound, the perfect bite marks that shredded skin and muscle had stopped bleeding for the moment but she could feel the burn of the venom or whatever it was slowly sinking through her body. It ran along her veins, saturated itself in her muscles and she swore she could feel something deeper inside of her tearing apart already. One soul becoming two.
"Dad." Her voice is hoarse with barely contained pain and emotion. She waited till he turned towards her, the pain and fury evident in his gaze. She knew he was blaming himself for letting them get separated but she wasn't going to let him take the blame for this. She had made the mistake here and had ended up getting bitten by a random Alpha pulled to Beacon Hills for whatever reason. She suspected the Nogitsune had done it somehow but that was neither here nor there. Scott and the pack would deal with it while she dealt with this.
Not that they knew. She didn't want them to know, not yet.
"I'm not killing myself." She told him then, knowing he wouldn't argue even if the pain turned sharper. He hadn't wanted this for her but it wasn't like she had wanted it either. "I'm going to let it happen. I'm going to become one of them."
The only difference was that she wasn't going to die.
Even now she could see her father, the great Chris Argent, struggling between what the code he had grown up with dictated and his feelings as a father. Furthermore, it was his feelings as a man who lost his wife because she had followed that code. Allison wasn't sure she could believe in anything that said a woman should abandon her husband and daughter instead of living. After all, not all werewolves were monsters and Allison had seen proof of that.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she let out a slow breath past the haze of pain and the burning sensation that came from her arm just below her right shoulder. The wound, the perfect bite marks that shredded skin and muscle had stopped bleeding for the moment but she could feel the burn of the venom or whatever it was slowly sinking through her body. It ran along her veins, saturated itself in her muscles and she swore she could feel something deeper inside of her tearing apart already. One soul becoming two.
"Dad." Her voice is hoarse with barely contained pain and emotion. She waited till he turned towards her, the pain and fury evident in his gaze. She knew he was blaming himself for letting them get separated but she wasn't going to let him take the blame for this. She had made the mistake here and had ended up getting bitten by a random Alpha pulled to Beacon Hills for whatever reason. She suspected the Nogitsune had done it somehow but that was neither here nor there. Scott and the pack would deal with it while she dealt with this.
Not that they knew. She didn't want them to know, not yet.
"I'm not killing myself." She told him then, knowing he wouldn't argue even if the pain turned sharper. He hadn't wanted this for her but it wasn't like she had wanted it either. "I'm going to let it happen. I'm going to become one of them."
