Description

Personality

Ali is a smart, diligent, well behaved young woman but has her own side to her story. She has dark thoughts sometimes, and is crazy for what it's worth. She is not only intelligent, but also funny, kind, outgoing and sweet. She does her best to be who she is and always act natural, but sometimes she just seems to be an untrustworthy fool, filled with sarcasm and hatred. That is not Alison. She is a fair individual, who acts out in her own way and stays strong through the fights. Alison will fight for almost anyone, as long as they are on her side. She does not listen to others unless they have something truly interesting to say. She writes out her feelings and transforms them into a beautiful, well written book. She can do anything she puts her mind set to do, and is very competitive. She is loving though, and open when it comes to someone she knows.

Equipment

Ali always carries around a slightly torn brown bag. The fabric is soft and a bit scratchy since she's had it for years. It straps onto her when she transforms into a wolf, so she always has it in hand. Inside the bag are three daggers, and a dozen of poison darts. She always refills her bag, and sometimes hand crafts her own poison darts. She has some arrows inside the bag and sometimes happens to be equipped with a bow that she positions so that is also strapped around her shoulder. She wears a belt in her human form that has different medicines inside the pockets of the belt.

History

Alison never liked humans. She's always been distrustful of them, and always turned her back to them when they wanted/needed her help. When Alison was just a pup/child, a human named Derick La Fang from France set out to kill all werewolves. He was a werewolf hunter, and Ali was used to running from them, even as a little girl. She didn't have many chances to fight them off though, her mother and father were always there to protect her. One day, her father was out training her brothers how to fight while Ali was taking a walk in the woods. Suddenly, her mother appeared and whispered quietly into her ear. Her white fur brushed the side of Ali. "My sweet child. Go home at once. It is not safe out here, as the sun falls to the blackness of the sky." Alison had looked up into the sky to see that night was coming near. She nodded her head and just as she was turning to leave, a beer bottle shattered on the ground in front of them piercing her mother's skin. "Mama!" She cried out, her five year old human figure terrified as she looked up to see six French human hunters staring her down. They shot her mother and opened her up with their daggers, the shrieks of the adult wolf's cries traumatizing her child. "Run, Ali!" She howled and Ali turned into a wolf, bolting into the other direction. The humans got in their cars and chased after her, guns pointed. Finally as Ali kept running and running, she reached her pack. She was protected from the humans but Derick La Fang promised he'd be back, to murder them all.
Her history still haunts Ali.