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allison argent, teen wolf

[overdraws]

POINT OF DEPARTURE: N/A
ABILITIES: Allison has all the physical strength of a human woman her age who's participated in gymnastics for several years, as well as has major skill with a bow and arrow (recurve, crossbow, longbow and compound). She has some minor self-defense training. Allison also shows excellent hunting and tracking skills, and can come up with plans on the fly for deception, battle, and other things necessary in the land of werewolf hunting. Allison is also part of a family where the women are treated as leaders, and as such, is starting to develop leadership qualities of her own.
INVENTORY;
↳Clothes (Violet dress containing stab wound on both front and back, dark tights, brown knee high boots, olive green coat), ↳Archery gear (finger tab, gloves, wrist brace)
↳Recurve Bow, one arrow with silver arrowhead

ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW?

S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: Allison asks about birthdays in space
PROSE SAMPLE: It was, by her own admission much later on, her own fault. She'd gone off on her own after a minor spat with Scott about whether or not she even should, bow and arrows strapped to her back, one knife strapped to her thigh, and the sun setting off in the horizon. She had enough wilderness training, she'd be able to make it back before it got too dark, and the chupacabra they were hunting down was, by anyone's standards, small fry. She could take it.

What she could not take was losing cell service in the middle of the woods, as well as losing her way. She wasn't Malia, who knew the preserve inside and out, and she wasn't any of the weres or kitsune with their supernaturally heightened senses of smell and hearing. She checks her phone for the millionth time, cursing under her breath at the 'no signal' symbol, and shoves it back into her pocket with a sigh. Orienting herself wouldn't be a problem, except she can't find the north star or the big dipper to make her way back home. She's even given up looking for the chupacabra. It's nearly midnight, someone else probably found it and took care of it already, and if she's lucky, they started to look for her, instead.

Allison reaches up with a hand to scrub at her face, and continues marching on through the underbrush. At least the moon was high and bright enough that she could see by. Sort of.

She stops in her tracks when she hears it, the slight rustle of something far bigger than a rabbit in the underbrush, and while she's pretty sure that a coyote wouldn't come after her, and that the mountain lions were slightly farther north than this, she's also not that sure about it. She's got an arrow nocked and her bow drawn in one swift movement, slowing down her steps to carefully make her way through the forest. Maybe she just spooked something and she's being paranoid.

Maybe the fucking chupacabra found her before her friends did.

ACCEPTED

[powersthatbe]

ACCEPTED! Plotting for the next plot is here, and the current mingle (with optional mistletoe) is here!