allison had spent a lot of her alone time in mystic falls going for a run, glancing around at the abandoned ruins of old buildings and history left behind torn down by harsh weather and hidden among the trees. it was certainly not like any place she had lived before spending most of her years in big cities nothing as small or odd as this. it was deep south, pretty small and tight knit, it made sense that it was nothing she experienced before but there was something off about it.
with loud pop music blaring through worn out ear buds the brunette's run came to a stop, eyes concentrated on the burned ruins of a big house in front of her. it was over sized, broken down with tarps covering broken windows and the only stable thing about it seemed like the shifty porch. tugging out the ear buds, she couldn't help but wonder why it was so far out in the middle of the woods. far too focused on her own thoughts to notice the crunch of leaves behind her.
flashing the girl a smile as she declined, he nodded his head – more for him. as he stuffed the bottle into his back pants pocket, he tried to steady himself a little more. ❝ you having fun so far?? ❞ he tried to conversate a bit more, thats what these things were for right?? and not just to get drunk off your ass?? ❝ i’m just surprised no ones gotten in a fight yet ❞ as stiles let out a chuckle, he had to catch his balance once again.
the consequence and subsequent wrath of her parents just did not seem worth a fiery sip of whatever the hell he had been drinking. “ it’s interesting, nothing like i’ve been to before “ that wasn’t a no, but not a yes. for the most part allison had been people watching and conversing with the whole two people she had met so far, one of which in the last hour. “ is that common at these things? “
❛ CAN I JUST SAY, i absolutely adore your skirt. ❜ lydia offered the dark haired girl a wide grin as she took her place seated next to her on the log. she couldn’t say she recognised her, but then that had been the case with nearly half of this godforsaken party so far. it seemed that mystic falls had quite a few new faces to show. it was this particular face which had intrigued lydia, however, the almost startlingly pretty girl having sat alone most of the night. and contrary to popular belief, lydia martin was not a COMPLETE BITCH — she wanted the girl to have fun just the same as any other student was. ❛ are you new ? i don’t think we’ve met before. i’m lydia, by the way — a pleasure to meet you. ❜
" oh — uh ! thanks, " her eyes trained on the girl beside her, allison almost over flowing with innocence that almost screamed in need of company! it was hard not knowing a single person in a crowd of a couple hundred but it was the same old routine. she had seen wisps of people before, a few unique faces or colored hair. maybe someone she spoke too in the grocery market for a short second but for the most part she was flying solo for now. " just moved here last week, " the brunette confirmed offering a smile. lydia, allison would have to remember her. she would. " allison, it's nice to meet you lydia. "
as the crowd grew larger and louder, stiles slightly stumbled around trying to get a little ways away from the group, as he leaned onto a tree he caught sight of the other person, pulling his half empty pint jim beam out and offering it up ❝ i wont say it taste good but it’ll do the job. ❞
allison followed the other with careful eyes a bottle of barely dented hard lemonade in her hand basically abandoned. another drink? not something on her mind especially not when she knows the deep shit she would get if she returned home from her first real social experience in mystic falls drunk. " i think i’m going to have to pass, thanks though. "
BEING THE NEW GIRL ALWAYS SUCKED, a true god forsaken tragedy of being an almost military brat shuffled around the country at her father's will never sticking around long enough to make a single friend and truthfully that was all allison needed. she needed someone to talk too and spend time with that wasn't her overly intimidating family. it was what brought her to the crowded bonfire after all drinking was not her technically her forte but it was socializing and that was good. smile allison, she reminded herself sat around with others on logs dug into the ground to view the burning piece only a couple yards away.
HEY DEMONS IT'S STILL ME, YA GIRL! i'm back at it again to introduce you all to the beautiful future huntress that is allison argent! i still love superheroes, teen wolf, pink starbursts and not doing my english homework! you can find me @/#whitewolves(2758) to plot or just to talk! here are her stats and here you can find her pinterest!
ok so allison argent is the only child of chris and victoria argent (both terrifying people) she's got no secret siblings or half siblings as far as i'm aware (open to it tho) so as a kid she got all the attention and basically could not sneak anything yikes
she's never really lived up to her mother's expectations and probably never will, she is hard on her because she loves her but given that allison is only a seventeen year old girl completely unaware of a supernatural world it has caused a rift in their relationship
however she has always been close to her aunt kate, maybe because kate is only like ten / twelve years older than her at most. she's always looked up to kate as an older sister rather than an aunt and while she's like, certainly odd allison has always appreciated a sense of transparency that her parents have never had with her
since she was a kid allison has been struggling to find something she's good at, everything had failed. art, poetry, photography, music? all a big fat no but she did find a natural talent in archery. like nationally ranked as an archer and has a couple of combat bows and cross bows via her dad. (other talents do include bowling)
chris sells weapons to arm dealers (i think?) they move around a lot and allison just knows her dad sells weapons like various guns and bows to other people but she's been shuffled around like an army brat. ten schools in seven years? it's exhausting and she is hoping they stay long enough in mystic falls for her to get a decent high school experience.
to explain the age thing allison was held back her freshman year of high school due to moving around a lot / not stupid or past the age cut and no she did not have a baby / her birthday is in january so she is currently seventeen turning eighteen
whenever / if gerard comes in to make a long story short allison doesn't know the guy she hasn't seen him since she was a baby so shrug emoji
this has to be plotted out when we get alaric but i’m imaging allison knows him since he’s a family friend they’ve definitely met before even if it was when she was in like seventh grade
the thing about allison is that she's still incredibly naive and stubborn so it doesn't make the greatest mix. she is a gryffindor like 10000% and would do anything to protect her friends (even if she hasn't made them yet bc new girl!!!)
she wants to believe in love, think that fate will bring her and someone together and someone will love her for her, that she’ll be good enough for someone. over the years victoria’s harsh pressure upon her young daughter left an unspoken mark that allison has not realized isn’t completely normal
also speaks fluent french and probably takes it as a class bc easy a / allison is just super smart and probably a great student struggles a little with pre calc but she has time
other than some harsh parenting between victoria and chris paired with moving around a lot allison has had a pretty good life and childhood no traumatic backstory to be found that is on the horizon tho (mom dying, kate dying, werewolves, gerard’s manipulation, deaTH WHO KNOWS)
also has never been in love so like !!! first love jitters and cuteness !!!
i got nothing else to put here but allison is a sweetheart who loves her friends, dogs, horror movies, lots of coffee, donuts and archery
aesthetics include: chipped nail polish, the smell of a curling iron, vanilla candles, ripped tights, grass stained jeans, dark lipstick, soft quilts, rose lip balm, and wilted daises.
