Name: "Ally Puckerman, obviously."
Age: "Seventeen."
Gender: "What, can you not see I'm a woman?"
Role: "I'm Noah 'Puck' Puckerman's daughter."
Appearance: "Take a picture, it will last longer."
Ally's tanned complexion and chocolate brown hair fit her, unlike her lips and eyes. Her soft pink lips and bright, sparkling light green orbs seem to belong to that of a child because of their innocent look. Standing at 5'8" and weighing 140 pounds, Ally is a ball of pure muscle, due to intense dance classes in her earlier life.
Personality: "I'm a sweetheart."
Ally is McKinley's baddest girl to ever walk the halls. Now a junior, she has been going to the school since freshman year like most others. When she passes, others know to step out of her way. She's renown for her witty comebacks, criminal record, and fighting history. Ally is not the type to think before she acts or speaks. She's not afraid to get physical and loves a good fight every once and a while. However, she always provokes the person to throw the first punch. If they hit her first, it's just self defense, right? So what if a knife or gun gets involved? They started it.
Little Miss Puckerman has a long party history. From alcohol to drugs to jail, the list goes on. She always knows where the craziest party is or wear to score some drugs. She's a goodtime to be around if she likes you, or is neutral with you. Not one to lie, she will admit to what she has done. She admitted to shooting coke at the age of 12 to her father when he asked. Since the age of 14, Ally has not touched a single drug or drank to this day.
Sure, she is arrogant, sarcastic, a straight-up bitch, cocky, rude, a delinquent, etc. but she is honest. Ally Puckerman is not one to lie to anyone, a moral she strongly believes in. Being who she is, when she tells other the truth, it almost always comes off as a rude comment to get under their skin, even though it's not. She hears a lot of gossip and truth from reliable resources and has dirt on almost everyone in this school. She herself has some secrets, but nothing to do with her criminal record or partying days. No one knows because she doesn't let anyone over her house. Ever.
Deep down, Ally Puckerman has feelings like everyone. The only emotion people see is her cold, cocky, sarcastic side, but she's not afraid to help out others who need it. She's known to give extremely helpful and wise advice, but it's very rare of her to do so.
Likes: "Me, myself, and I. Oh, and my family."
Dislikes: "Mostly everyone."
Sports: "Sports? Isn't running from the cops enough?" When Ally came into Noah's life, he wanted to provide only the best for his daughter, since he couldn't for his first daughter that he had with Quinn. So when Little Ally turned 4, Noah enrolled her in dance classes. Ally was a true star. She lit up the stage and was extremely graceful in what she did. From ballet to her favorite, hip-hop, she won competition after competition, until she dropped out freshman year. She still practices some moves in her room from time to time.
Singing: "Fa la la la la, I don't give a fuck." Ally was blessed with a beautiful voice. Singing is the one thing she has always, and will always love. It's her escape from reality and stress. She knows she can sing, but she doesn't like to sing in front of others, not even her dad. She has immense power and emotion when she sings. She can hit the high notes with ease. She taught herself how to do whistle notes, and can go up to E7.
Other: "Mind your own damn business."
At the young age of 14, Ally Puckerman became a mother. The change in her life was so sudden and unexpected that it left her father dumb founded. No one knew anything like this could happen to them, especially Ally.
One chilly winter's day, Ally was walking home from school by herself. She had stopped at the local pizzeria to take a smoke. The day had been stressful and she really needed a drag or two. When she was about halfway through, she noticed a crying-like sound. She dropped her cigarette in the snow and wondered to the back of the pizzeria where the noise seemed to be coming from. Gradually, the noise got louder. It seemed to be coming from the dumpster. When she lifted the lid she saw a little baby wrapped in a thin blanket. As soon as she had the baby she ran to the hospital. When she arrived the baby boy had stopped breathing.
Now, years after the tragic day that ended in a miracle, Ally cares for her three year old son, Aiden. He's her life, and she likes to think she is his biological mother, even though she's not.