Character Name: Allison Bliss
Nickname: Allie, Etc.?
Age: Seventeen.
Gender: Female
Grade: Senior
Subject: N/A.
Race: Shape Shifter
Canon/Non Canon: Non-Canon.
Play-by: Candice Swanepoel.
Appearance:

** When in the form of a human, Allison stands at five foot five, with a weight of one hundred and four pounds, a lean overall structure, toned legs from that of running around nearly everyday due to her energetic nature. Her flesh is of a light color, despite all her time spent in the sun's rays, and remains a milky tone, all over the expanse of her skin. Her voids are like that of her lupine form, a constant beryl-storm color, and they nearly always have a gleam of happiness or teasing hints found in their depths. Her hair, naturally slightly waved, is blonde, like some of the fur found in her canid form, sometimes adding in highlights of bright streaks at random. Allie is very hygienic, not in a horribly vain way, instead wanting to stay clean, but that doesn't stop her from tussling in the mud. Her teeth are always cared for by the girl, since they are constantly visible to her fellow shifters, for she always seems to be smiling. Her usual style of clothing conforms to that of the weather, and is always suited to her personality, cheerful and loving. She adores to wear skinny jeans along with a variety of shirts, or skirts, dresses, and the occasional holiday mood will bring her to place a pair of antlers or snowflakes atop of her head. In this form, the marking of the feather can be found on her lower back, the exactly the same in appearance as the one in her wolf phase. The limp in her right leg also is present as a human, and arrives from the same consequences after she performs certain amounts of strenuous activity, and every night, before she goes to bed, she massages the muscles in that appendage for around five minutes, for if she does not, it gets worse, and cuts down on the time she can explore and exercise.

** As a lupess, the female is a bit taller and lighter than the average wolf shifter of her gender, two feet and eight inches at the shoulder, weighing in at seventy pounds, her structure lean and lanky, elegant long limbs able to be seen. Her coat is of the normal length, with it only growing a few inches longer in the winter, and it's qualities are silken to the touch, due to her constant grooming. Her pools, usually a calm shade of argent, can range from cerulean to light gecko green, depending on her mood or the weather, but it mainly stays within silver hues. Allison's coat is a main base of white-creamy hues, from ivory to aureate strands, the marking that sets her apart from others is only found on the inside of her left flank. Within that domain, an intricate pattern is found, of a feather of sorts, it's outline of a range of colors, rainbow-splashed, but it's whereabouts are unknown, since it seems to have been inked and branded like a tattoo. To those who are able to notice vague details, after large bouts of running or climbing, the femme has the slightest of limps in her hind right leg, for it pains her from an event that occurred in her past, but she never complains, and puts up with it, not wanting to be a burden to her companion by asking them for a short rest stop.

Personality:

Unlike others of her species who are vain and a bit rude or conceited, Allison doesn't see herself as anything special, knowing that there will always be someone stronger, prettier, smarter, etcetera, than herself. She adores coming into contact with other people and creatures, quite the friendly flower, and in truth, she doesn't get offended very easily, always trying to see the good in everyone, even those who are deemed as evil. She is extremely physical, and this is sometimes her downfall, for most beings do not enjoy their personal space being invaded by the chirpy dame, as she loves to give out hugs even if she had only known the target for five minutes, and as such, she has received harsh words and sometimes a rough shove, but she has never let that put her down. Allison has an innocent aura about her personality, for she is like a child, amazed by everything she sees, and asks a lot of questions non-stop, annoying quite a lot of canines, but she doesn't mean to, only wanting to learn more about the world around her. At times, she is flirtatious, but more so in a teasing manner than a seductive one, but that trait is barely present, since it only simmers to the top when another begins the game. Even though she is not easily insulted, when one does break past her reserve, the maiden is sassy yet polite, and despite knowing how to do so vaguely, she does not like to fight with her fists, instead wanting to talk it out. Sometimes, Allie uses her personality to her advantage, since everyone is used to her being cheerful and bubbly, when she is truly upset or hurting, she places a joyful facade over her broken heart and what-not, and others usually don't know the difference, and she does this so people don't worry about her for petty reasons such as her feelings.

History:

Allison was born in California, along the coast, to a happy family, something that does not seem normal nowadays, and they all adored one another, the kin tighter than usual, and that was what morphed her personality into what it is today. She has two older brothers and a younger sister, though while they fought, they still remained bonded, as siblings should be, and their parents were the same way.

All went well, and she prospered in the human world, appearing just as they did, only to change into her wolf form at night so she could stretch her legs. While not the most developed in terms of street smarts, she was no tramp, and whenever a brute tried to try his charm on her when she rejected him, she knew better than to stay around, as her father had told her millions of times.

But one day, while coming home from a party, her car having broken down on the way, thus forcing her to walk, a human came up behind her, grabbing her arm and pushing her against a wall, and when she tried to struggle, he stabbed his pocket knife into her left leg, tearing the sinew, and that was what caused her to shift, frightening the boy and allowing her to escape with her wound. Gossip spread around the town of the incident, but no one believed the man and his words that Allison was not normal, for they all thought he was high off of drugs or something.

Life continued on, and Allie was not scarred by what had happened, for living in the dangerous part of California toughened the women up, but it was just a part of her nature to forgive and forget, not at all afraid, but her leg did take a toll, leaving a small, thin scar and leaving it to be painful for when she exerted it too much. As was custom for when the children reached their seventeenth year, her father branded her with the family marking, and she wears it proudly.

However, her parents want her to get a better education surrounded by her kind and sent her to Cry Wolf High, where she will try to emerge herself within the population, and not make too much of ruckus.

Name: SilentCallings.
Your Age: 14.
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Sample Post:

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congratulations, miss bliss. after going over your transcript, and deciding how well you'd fit in here at Cry Wolf High, we have decided to accept your request to join us! please go take the time to go to the directory, and the sign ups to complete your enrollment. once done, head over to the office, and complete your schedule here! thank you!

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