Alison Lennox

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ALISON VALKYRIE - CLARICE LENNOX
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WHEN YOU CAME IN THE AIR WENT OUT...

NAME: Alison Valkyrie - Clarice Lennox
NICKNAMES: Ali, Al - Val
AGE: Nineteen years old
DOB: May 18, 1993
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
SPECIES: Witch
CANON: Not

AND EVERY SHADOW FILLED UP WITH DOUBT...

FACE CLAIM: Hayden Panettiere
HEIGHT: 5'4''
BUILD: Thin; Athletic
EYES:Green
HAIR: Honey Blonde
OVERALL: Alison wears whatever she feels comfortable in that day. She's a go with the flow kind of girl. Though most of the time she'll wear something that fits and allows movement well with practicing. Shehas a small thing for looking what people consider 'badass' or mysterious. Because in all actuality her life is a mystery. She is a mystery. Everyday she finds out new things about herself that have been hidden from her. Ali owns a lot of skinny jeans and skirts. Her opinion on shoes is whatever fits wear it or she'll find something for the occasion.

I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE
BUT BEFORE THE NIGHT IS THROUGH...

LIKES:
- Wolves
- Magic
- Music
- Books
- Her phone (it's attached to her at any moment in the day)
- Her favorite necklace given to her by the man you saved her and brought her up.

DISLIKES:
- Fellowship of the Sun
- People keeping Secrets (even though she keeps them herself)
- Her real parents
- Not knowing the whole story to her past.
- Being surrounded by dominance and volience
- Being treated like property

STRENGTHS: Because she is of witch blood she has extra abilties due to her powers. She is Telekentic and can speak to others theough telepathy. She is strong willed and a fighter, though she knows little of her past. She is intelligent and tend to put two and two together pretty quick.

WEAKNESSES: Alison feels because she is different it is a weakness, because she knows hardly anything about her own self to understand how to use it. She is different then her 'family' and it hurts her than she can't be what they are. He anger is a weakness because it can often be used against her.

SECRETS: From other the fact that she was brought up by werewolves is a secret. She wishes she could be like them, to fight with them, to love like them. She also hides that she knows practically nothing about her powers to make herself seem intimidating to others.

OVERALL: Alison Lennox is not like others. She wishes she was normal and as well as not. She picks up her attitude much from her adoptive father and her best friend who are both snarky and regal both in their own ways. For a small girl raised by a mostly male pack she feels out of place and not. They are family, or as close to it as possible. She doesn't let others try to hurt her, but it does happen and she tends to get angry. Callum taught her to think and put the puzzle together so she is very good with figuring things out, not that she likes the process. She dislikes being wrong but hates when she's right in bad situations. Often times she wishes she could be something different than what she is.

I WANNA DO BAD THINGS WITH YOU...

PARENTS:
Biological Mother - Freya Goulding (deceased)
Biological Father - Goau Goulding (deceased)

Adpotive Father - Callum Lennox (Werewolf Pack Leader)
Adoptive Mother - Sven Lennox (Werewolf)

SIBLINGS: No siblings, but she has age mates

OTHERS:
Devon Lancaster- Werewolf - Best friend
River Henderson- Werewolf - Friend
Noah Greene - Werewolf - Friend and adoptive Cousin

Zora Fenre - Werewolf - Callum's Beta

OVERALL HISTORY: Alison was born into the world as Bryn Alison Goulding, a daughter to a witch would was too weak and scared to fight for her baby. Alison's mother Freya Goulding was a witch would had enough power in here as well as her father to fight off the other supes that had been set on killing their coven. Escaping the coven's place of death Freya called out to a wolf somehow knowing it was a Were and offered up her baby as an exchange for protection. The offer was denied and she killed by the Were who turned out to be Callum, a Were pack leader in the Midwestern States.

Bringing the little one to the pack, the wolves flocked to the child as if it was a breathe of fresh air. Children are a treasured thing among the pack because they are the future, but some of them believed she was trouble and she was not a were so there for not pack. Callum made it known that she, the little baby, was and will be pack. She was his and theirs. She was then marked as pack with little marks on her shoulder and given a new name. Alison Valkyrie-Clarice Lennox.

As she grew, she became good friend with some of the other Were children in the pack. Particularly a boy named Devon. He was her shadow and her 'wolfie' as she dubbed him. Growing up she was sent to school along with her age-mates. They kept close and protected her. She became known as part of a 'pack' within the school. They thought it was a gang of some kind. Alison swore to secrecy with the pack, not letting the knowledge of Werewolves enter the human mind. And she knew something or two of the human mind. It was always on and annoying. Since she could remember she could hear thing on and off. Unintentionally casting spells that she didn't know were spells. And moving things in rooms. She didn't know what it was...

On her sixteenth birthday she encountered a vampire that seemed to think she was a meal and saw for the first time the wrath of the Weres. Devon, River and Noah (her three shadows) shifted and attacked. It is true Weres aren't as strong as Vampires but in numbers they are. She saw it torn to pieces and the gore made something in her snap. She was always cautious since then and discovered something within herself that was not entirely human. She found something or rather a reason to why she could do things from a young age.

Entering College in Lousiana meant leaving her pack... but not actually leaving. With permission from Callum she traveled of course with at least one of her wolves with her. And a new witchy pal at Callum's request, not knowing herself to be a witch. This girl is a friend of a friend who advised Callum on many things. She advises Alison - mentors in a way.

I WANNA DO REAL BAD THINGS WITH YOU...

NAME/ALIAS: Megan
AGE: Old enough to be here.
OTHER CHARACTERS: I'm new
RP SAMPLE:
Hot, it was so hot and the fact that she was surrounded by a good handful of wolves wasn't helping. Turning to her left and spotting the large gray wolf she had come to know as Callum, her adoptive father, she reached over and lightly poked him. His ears lifted and he turned toward her. They were on their usual hunt and leaving Alison at home was never and option. Not with Callum.

Trotting over Callum stopped in front of Ali and she bent down and nuzzled his fur. "It's unsually warm tonight. And having the boys babysit me is not my ideal night." He voice was soft but she knew he heard it.

Growling the wolf backed up as if it was shocked at her statement. Backing up a few more paces Callum shifted ans was bare as the day he was born. Nudity had long lost its effect on Alison. She was use to everyone around her shifting and being naked. "You will not leave this pack tonight. Something isn't right and you need to be with us tonight. I am not willing to leave you in the hands of danger."

"I'm hardly a child, Callum. I'm turning seventeen soon and really I'm not the one that needs to hunt. Unlike you all I'm HUMAN!" She spat as if hating that she was human and not one of them. Which wasn't false. She wanted to be like them. To howl at the moon and to run. To shed her skin and run with them all on those nights. She wanted to feel them and move with them and be with them as a wolf not a girl.

Knowing Alison's issue Callum shook his head and sighed. "I know and I'm sorry. But it is not possible and even if it was I wouldn't do it and you know it. I wouldn't want this for you. You have so much good for you being what you are. It's who you are that matters Ali." Sighing he stepped forward and hugged her. He hated seeing her like this. He hated seeing the fights her and Devon would get in and the plain as day thoughts running through her head and on her face. She wanted to be like them. To be strong. To be fast. To howl and run. To hunt and shift. She wanted it all. But he knew she had something better. Something powerful and fearful inside her. Something supernaturals such as Weres and vamps feared. Magic.

"Can Devon at least stay behind with me?" She whispered. He shook his head and backed away once more and barked out Devon's name. A black wolf appeared with a lopsided grin or a much as a wolf could grin. "Stay with her, but keep up. Feisty or not she stays. Got it?"

The wolf yipped and Alison huffed out a sigh. "Oh just you wait... you will forever hear showtunes and Moulin Rouge as long as we are out tonight." Devon nudged her and nuzzled her thigh and she moved to keep up with the pack, not even bothering to wait for Callum as he Shifted back and took the lead once more.

"I am Henry the eighth I am I am...." She sang out loud trying to annoy her wolves. She has lost track of how many show tumes she went through and simply put she herself didn't want to touch the Moulin Rouge songs, Devon did that enough for her. Stopping suddenly she heard something. Her eyes caught devon's ears swivling to hear it too. Growling he backed her up against a tree and stood in front of her. "I'm not invalid Devon Jacob Lancaster..." But that was all she got out when something or rather someone walked out of the trees.

"Well well well, I see the wolves have a pet. One I would love to get my hands on." The voice was light but sinister and Ali flinched. She heard something similar, a Vampire. She wasn't opposed to them, she just hated being treated like meat.

"Keep your hands to yourself unless you want it cut off." She snapped as she pulled out a silver knife Callum had given to her for safety. Her green eyes catch the look of shock on the man face before it quickly disappeared.

Reaching out a hand he waved to her, luring her to come toward him. But he was cut off by a furry body slamming into him. "You do realize that sooner or later the girl will see and hate you all." He said before he vanished quickly. Alison arched an eyebrow at the empty place where the man stood then looked to the wolves that surrounded her. What were they hiding from her?

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