Post by ALLIE JANE RIVERSONG on Oct 5, 2010 3:28:07 GMT 8
ALLIE JANE RIVERSONG
Everything has changed, the faces stay the same
YES I'M BACK IN BLACK;;
STYLE: Non Canon
NAME: Allie Riversong
DOB:25, July, 1987
GENDER: female
SPECIES: human
SUB:hunter
POWER/ABILITY: N/A
SEND ME AN ANGEL;;
FACE CLAIM:Leighton Meester
HEIGHT:five foot 6
WEIGHT:110 pounds
SKIN:fair with a light tan
HAIR:long chestnut brown
EYES:coffee brown
BODY: Slim, with a slight trace of curves
ATTRIBUTES: a scar on her neck
CLOTHES: usually Jeans, practical shoes and a warm t-shirt
ACCESSORIES: her shot gun and her disney charm bracelet
GENERAL APPEARANCE: Allison has long dark hair and smouldering dark eyes to match. She used to take great pride in her appearance and would spend hours on her looks in the morning in front of her big vanity mirror. However none of that matters now and Allison doesn’t really care for her appearance anymore sure she’ll make herself look neat and at least presentable but she won’t glitter herself up for just anyone.
Her usual attire consists of jeans and clothes she can run in and manoeuvre easily with. She likes form fitting t-shirts and natural coloured clothes that compliment her looks. She doesn’t go for many things fancy unless the time really calls for it and can normally be found in her favourite old converse all stars and a warm cuddly sweater.
ON A SEA OF MOVING EMOTIONS;;
GENERAL PERSONALITY: If anyone Met Allison Riversong five years ago they would have never guessed that this little homecoming queen would now be kicking demon butt. She’s a changed person, and where it used to be high heels and mascara its now guns and ghosts. She’s a kind girl really but to get to that kindness you’ll have to dig deep as when she firsts meet people she can come across cold and sarcastic, she’s the type of girl who finds it hard to trust she feels that everyone’s against her and that no one really cares about her because really the only people that ever did are now.
Allie hates making connections with people, she likes to work alone she won’t accept help when she’s given it either as she’s too stubborn she’s got a big ego to so she doesn’t like asking for help either and the most humiliating thing for her would be asking someone for help after she’s denied their help in the first place.
However her good points are; she’s a very maternal person and tries to help people as much as she can, she’s kind, and can be very sweet once she finds a person trustworthy enough, she’s very brave but tends to rush into things without thinking about it first. On top of that Allie likes to think she knows what the worlds about, she thinks she’s street wise when in reality she can be as naive as the girl she once was.
LIKES:
- cheesy rom com movies
- rock and roll
- popcorn
- martial arts
- writing
- history
- dreams
- Sleep in general
- Ice-cream
- Greek mythology
- disney movies
- rice
- apples
- her trusty shot gun
- looking after people
DISLIKES:
- The smell of sulphur because everyone knows what that means...
- Baked beans
- Demons
- evil spirits
- ugly dresses
- Chinese food (she’s allergic)
STRENGTHS:
- when she can't help people
- Idiots with no sense whatsoever!
- when a plan goes wrong
- She’s skilled in martial arts
- She’s good with her guns
- Allie uses her logic to her advantage.
WEAKNESSES:
- She’s too stubborn for her own good
- She’s quite naive
- She rushes into things without thinking
FEARS:
- Being killed
- not being able to find someone to love her
- losing herself
DREAMS:
- To live up to her grandma’s name
- to open a bakery
- to find true love <3
BIGGEST SECRET:She lost her virginity at the age of 15 and she’s regretted it ever since, as the guy obviously didn’t love her.
I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL;;
HISTORY: Born on a warm july afternoon was Allison Jane Riversong. Her mother Eliza Riversong (nee Brook) was an ex hunter just like her husband James Riversong. The family lived in the upper east side of New York as Eliza and James had retired from hunting five years prior to Allison’s birth, the two had earned a small fortune during their time hunting saving up enough to live comfortably and to put that life behind them.
However all good things must come to an end; Allison was barely 3 years old when a demon broke into their apartment. It was Christmas day and the whole family were home including James’ parents who doted upon Allison. The demon was the mate of a particularly nasty demon that James and Eliza had sent back to hell all those years ago and it was safe to say she wanted revenge. Eliza was killed first she had no time to defend herself it snapped her neck quickly before it started on James. Allison’s grandparents were quick thinkers and took the child before darting back to help their son. But it was too late and the three barely made it out alive.
Allisons grandparents took her out of New York, they deemed it best to keep the nights events secret from her and told her that her parents died in a car crash. Allison grew up a happy and popular child though not the brightest she was popular and made friends easily. The town they lived in was small the kind of town in which everyone has each other’s back, to Allison it was her own personal heaven and no one could take that away from her.
However... One dark night October when Allison was sixteen, she had decided to search through the trunks in her grandparents attic, she was curious about her parents as they were never talked about and anytime she asked a question about them she was told to go away or do something more productive. Her search wasn’t in futile as the trunk was full of article clippings to do with demons and ghosts, it was filled to the brim with maps and books written in a language she couldn’t understand. And at the bottom of the trunk was a shot gun and a collection of pure silver and iron knives.
Allison was horrified with her discovery and confronted her grandparents right away her first thought was that they were part of a satanic cult or that they were murderers. She was terrified and when her grandparents finally explained what happened to her parents and what they had done all their lives she was shocked. Her whole life had been basically a lie; she felt betrayed and refused to talk to her grandparents for weeks. Eventually though and after a lot of thought she decided to give them another chance, she was morbidly curious about the hunting life style and sensing this, her grandparents began to train her she wanted to learn to fight she wanted to hunt. If her grandparents had done it and her parents then why couldn’t she? She would be better though she wouldn’t get caught or hurt nor would she die.
She eventually dropped out of high school in her senior year and her grandparents began taking her on cases showing her the ropes of hunting. She grew cultured in martial arts and eventually found herself shooting a gun, something she would have never done all those years ago. In the end Allison finished her training, her grandparents cut her loose and transferred the small fortune her parents had left her. She’s been travelling ever since hunting and following up any case she can find.
THERE'S A BAD MOON RISING;;
OTHER: nothing : )
WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE;;
RP SAMPLE: “HELLO HELLO BABY YOU CALLED I CAN’T HEAR A THING”
“Five more minutes” she murmured into her pillow slamming her hand on the bedside table. A throbbing pain told her she’d missed her phone and she shook it with a yelp, nursing the red sore spot that was beginning to form. The sunlight peaked through the blinds and the curtains daintily splashing the room with a light array colours cast from the coloured curtains. She yawned loudly running a hand through her messy morning hair god forbid anyone else saw her like this after all Dani liked to give the impression she woke up fresh every morning. She sat up and stretched her pink night dress felt soft and silky against her skin as she trudged across the floor to the bathroom, gathering a tank top underclothes and jeans from her wardrobe as she passed it. Dani was normally a morning person; she liked to wake up early to get a head start on her day (which normally involved her long and intricate make up and hair routine) but Dani had slept in today, she blamed the essay she had finished last night. Magician history it was one of her worst classes, she hated the subject with a passion and Professor Wan stopped giving wardrobe tips to which was one of the only reasons she went to the class. The last time she’d asked he’d given her an excuse for a quick getaway Dani wasn’t sure what to think of it, after all she was used to people giving up on her, it wasn’t as though she wasn’t used to it.
She stepped out of the shower and started getting to work on her hair, straightening it and back combing wear it needed to be backcombed it was all worthwhile work. She liked the feeling of looking amazing at the end of it all amazing and different after all not many students wore the clothes she did, or the outrageous style she was starting to portray.
Dani liked that individuality, she was her own person and if anyone didn’t like that they could say it to her face, she wasn’t afraid to give them shit back she had a quick tongue and she knew how to use it. She pulled a face at her reflection grimacing, timidly she lifted her t-shirt top up halfway; she frowned and felt herself gag slowly shutting her eyes and turning away from the reflection. She sighed before stepping out of the bathroom and bounded over to the note on her table.
So Martha wanted to meet somewhere? It puzzled Dani that her friend hadn’t just woke her up to ask her? Puzzled she took the post it note in her hands and began examining it.hey Dani meet me near the south wing of the school
I found something more than interesting, Meet me at
exactly 12 am or what i found won’t work
Dani checked the clock on her table, it was fifteen minutes before she had to meet her. Pondering what the thing could be she slipped out of the room and bounded down the corridor the south wing was miles away considering how big the mansion was
ALIAS: ALLIE
OTHER ACCOUNTS: none
RP EXPERIENCE: 2 years
(C)2010 Made by Sam of Supernatural: Alter Destiny! Do not steal!
