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PLAYER
Name: Marie
Age: 20
Personal Journal: loftarasa
E-mail: hollowwithyou [at] gmail [dot] com
AIM/MSN/etc: hollowwithyou

CHARACTER
Name: Allison Argent
Canon: Teen Wolf
Age: 17
Timeline: Post-3x06, Motel California
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A

Personality

" There's no such thing as fate. "

The family that Allison grew up in have really shaped the girl that she has become. While kept out of the life until relatively recently, there's no denying that the Argent's have brought their little girl up around the code that the family of hunters practices. As said by her father himself, "our sons are trained to be soldiers, our daughters to be leaders", and Allison has grown up into quite the leader. Skilled in archery and gymnastics, even before her parents started teaching her the ins and outs of life as a hunter of the supernatural they were preparing her, and she has taken to hunting like a duck to water. Cool in the face of pressure, collected in the heat of the moment, Allison is reliable. Sometimes things just need to be approached 'clinically and unemotionally' and when the time comes, Allison can do that.

" We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this. "

Except before that, before the bows and the arrows and the werewolves and the kanimas, Allison is a normal teenage girl. She struggles as much as any teenager does. She's shy when she arrives, slow to take to new people and relies heavily on trust as an important factor in her relationships - both romantic and otherwise. In fact trust is the reason behind the first split between her and Scott, her great first love; it's a deal breaker. The problem is, that trust has been repeatedly broken by the people closest to her. All of them were acting in her best interests, her father wanted to protect her from the lifestyle of a hunter, her boyfriend wanted to protect her from the fact that he was a werewolf. Everyone keeps secrets, but for Allison at least it's just happened one too many times, and she's certainly more guarded these days. She doesn't trust as easily as she used to - an expected side effect of being kept in the dark by the people closest to her to try and keep her safe.

" I want to feel stronger than that. I want to feel powerful. "

Being kept safe is the last thing that she wants, though. For Allison, one of the most important beliefs that she holds is that she can learn to take care of herself. When left helpless, trapped in the school and having to wait on her boyfriend to come and rescue her, Allison became more resolved than ever to become a fighter. She values personal strength as an admirable quality, perhaps even rivaling the importance of trustworthiness to her, and it's something that she wants - and to a degree has definitely found - in herself. It isn't just about throwing the hardest punch, she has to be smarter. Up against beings that she can't possibly match blow for blow, Allison has had to learn to think on her feet, to make herself faster and play on her strengths and others weaknesses to stay on top. Being naturally competitive with this helps - she had been a champion archer after all, and it isn't hard to motivate herself to strive for more.

" If they try to help him we kill them, all of them. "

That can be used against her though, and Allison definitely has a darker side. With the gut punch of a blow that was losing her mother, especially so soon after witnessing the death of her aunt-turned-serial killer, the grief made Allison vulnerable and her grandfather swooped in. It's with his influence that we even get to see the darker side of a normally sweet and caring girl. With the right push and motivation, Allison can be a very cold and efficient planner, calculating in an almost vicious way. However, even this side of Allison can't quite overbear her deep set nature. Even with the subtle hold that her grandfather had over her, Allison still couldn't bring herself to kill innocent people. She still couldn't bring herself to break that moral code they were supposed to live by.

" Nous Chassons ceux qui nous chassent. "

At the end of the day, it is Allison's compassion that is her biggest weakness and her most important strength. Her loyalty towards those that she cares about knows little bounds, but she often ends up feeling torn between her friends and her family in where her heart lies. It's hard to negotiate between a family of werewolf hunters and a friendship circle of werewolves and company. Still, despite the problems it poses at times Allison would rather be with her compassion and caring for other people than without it. She's had a taste of what it would be like to lose that, to lose her human connections and become a better hunter because of it, and it's not a life she's interested in. It's the way that she relates to these important people in her life and the way that she balances the pushes and pulls of her split loyalties that really show how much Allison cares.


Background

Allison at the Teen Wolf Wiki, Teen Wolf wiki link.

Abilities

Allison is without a doubt, completely human. If you cut her she bleeds, and more importantly she doesn't heal. She doesn't possess super human strength, she doesn't possess super human speed, and all of her skills are a result of hard work and dedication on her part. That isn't to say she's helpless though, far from it.

→ Archery For years now Allison has been training to use a bow and arrow. She is an accomplished archer and on more than one occasion saved everyone's asses with her skill wielding a bow.

→ Gymnastics Another one of the hobbies turned skill sets that has been with her since childhood, inadvertently preparing her for the life she was almost destined to lead. Agile and flexible, it's near invaluable given some of the people she's had to go up against.

→ Leadership She has been taught, and she has been taught well. Allison displays a lot of the qualities necessary in a good leader - she's smart, good at thinking on her feet, motivational when she has to be and a realist when she needs to.

→ Skills and Training It's handy being brought up in a family long ingrained in the art of hunting supernatural creatures. When they train someone they do it right, and as a result Allison has reaped the benefits. She's been taught everything from proper hand to hand combat skills to the right ways to incapacitate and kill supernatural creatures that her family have come up against, and she's still learning even now. She's smart, she's a fast thinker, and she knows how just how to apply the knowledge and talents she's picked up to her advantage.


First Person

[ Honestly, her first instinct isn't to use the network at all. It's all far too open, just about anyone could be on the other end and she certainly doesn't feel comfortable about that.

There's the small matter of information though. She needs it, needs more than she can find on her own and she really needs some direction, so she waits until she can completely emulate calm and poised before addressing anything. Just an audio feed, short and to the point. ]

There's a few things I'd like to find out. About...this city, how I got here, that kind of thing.

[ There's a moment of silence that follows that, where she's mostly chewing at her lip and wringing her hands but they don't need to know that. Finally she lets out a quiet little exhale of air through her teeth, and just tacks a few words onto the end. ] If someone could point me in the right direction I'd appreciate it, okay? ...Thanks, and stuff.



Third Person

She dozed off again around an hour out of Fairvale, head slumping slightly against the back of her seat as she fazed in and out of the idle conversations around them. Allison was exhausted, they all were after a night like that. She didn't mean to though, she was talking to Scott one minute and the next she was out for the count. If only that had been the end of it.

She had honestly thought it was a dream at first. A strange train in a strange place surrounded by the feeling that she wasn't quite alone? It had to be a dream, and not even all that an imaginative one really. So she was stressed about the people she cared about leaving her, that was nothing new. The problem was that the longer she stayed on the train the more tedious the dream became, and by the time the fog rolled in and the train came to a stop she was staring blankly out of the window as she waited for something to happen.

The something wasn't really supposed to be leaving the train, but she didn't seem to have a lot of choice and...and there was a slight bite to the air. Not cold really, but enough that she had to draw her arms in and around her chest. It was just a dream, but it didn't feel like that any more. It felt real, with the chatter of voices in the background and the smell of this new place, wherever it was. Dreams didn't normally smell, right?

She would dearly love to say that her exit from the station and into Ruby City was graceful, calm and collected, but she didn't quite manage that. Instead she just kept her head down and her hands shoved in her pockets, carefully avoiding all contact as she cleared out of there as fast as possible. It might have been a little irrational, but she couldn't help feeling like she was in over her head, and there was nothing she hated quite so much as that. First of all, she had to get her head back out from under the water, and that meant information. That meant getting the upper hand once more.