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Vitals
Name: Allison Julie K.
Age: 19
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black/Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 92 lbs
Occupation: Sometime songwriter and singer
Visions from the Downtown Club Scene
Personality: She’s surprisingly aloof, and often paranoid. Allison often talks out loud to herself, though it is uncertain whether she’s thinking out loud, talking to someone or just attempting to entertain herself. She can be surprisingly gentle at times, given her addiction, but the desperation for drugs makes her both easily frustrated and sometimes mean. She often makes decisions when high or when fiending desperately that she is ashamed of. While she secretly regrets a number of the decisions she would never admit it publicly. She also thinks she’s reached a point beyond which she has much of a chance of redemption.
What’s Left of the Shell
Clothing: Allison can often be seen in the same outfit, a dingy button up green cardigan that is about two sizes too big for her and has thumb holes cut into it at the sides of each sleeve. She wears dresses that were once probably very formal and fetching, but they have been dirtied enough that they are no longer that attractive. Most often, Alison wears a silver dress with spaghetti straps and a faded sheer to it.
Visage: Though Allison might have seemed attractive had it never been for her habit, her almost alabaster skin color and the perpetual dark rings underneath her eyes belie what physical beauty she has. Her cheeks are surprisingly thin, and her hair, though naturally lustrous, is always tangled and unkempt.
Smell: Allison more often than not, smells like too much perfume. This is perhaps to cover the fact that she spends most of her life homeless and doesn’t really have the same opportunities for hygiene that others are afforded. When she finds someone willing to take her in for a while, she generally keeps up proper grooming habits, and then she avoids the perfume.
Voice: Allison speaks almost without an accent, as if betraying her very cosmopolitan and transient upbringing. When she laughs, it is infectious but at the same time delicate, and her voice is generally soft and unintimidating.
A Junky’s Only Friends
The Needle: A steel weapon that resembles an estoc in shape but only has a blade of eight inches. If it were not for its sharp point, The Needle would resemble a toy sword more than a real weapon, though at one point it may have been the former.
The other needle: A needle attached to a glass syringe. The glass is naturally fragile, but regardless of how little attention Allison places to the rest of her welfare, the syringe is always well protected.
Leather strap: This is a strap of common leather that Allison ties around her arm before injecting herself.
Perfume: Allison keeps a relatively steady supply of perfume so that even when she goes for days without showering, she still smells acceptable.
Pack: Allison has a satchel that she straps over her shoulder and it generally contains her junk supplies, any change she’s managed to accumulate, a spare cardigan and anything else she has happened to pick up.
The Ways I Work for the Minimum
Songwriting and singing: Though Allison has no skill with instruments, she has an excellent singing voice, and when lucid, is a relatively capable songwriter.
Junk resistance: Allison is highly resistant to a common street drug sold in Radasanth and Alerar known colloquially as “junk.”
Visions: When high, Allison can see visions. These are visions of how her breaking temporal dynamics has altered the timeline of Althanas.
Sleep Alone: Allison learned a song that has a latent magic power to it. The song, entitled “Sleep Alone” can put listeners to sleep if they remain seated for the duration of the song .
Many Dreams Deferred
The history that Allison remembers is a history she isn’t sure that exists. She remembers being six, living in Radasanth, never knowing the name of her father. That was when her mother came down with the fatal case of the fever and ague, and an otherwise disinterested uncle took enough effort to arrange that she be sent to live with her father, an Alerian noble, in Ettermire. Her father had other children, and in general, Allison felt as though she never really fit in.
Despite the alienation she felt growing up, her life was hardly difficult until she was thirteen. She studied the classics, literature, mathematics and Althanas history. Allison was an avid, though somewhat unmotivated learner. However, she had a particularly proficient head for numbers and was considered a prodigious talent. Despite her father’s similar proclivity for numbers, the only thing they shared together was a love for Bayesian statistics. However, this all changed in her thirteenth year when her older stepsister was killed by a terrorists in an attack on her father’s mansion.
After the death of her older stepsister Allison became withdrawn. Her father, who had never been particularly close to her, became even more distant and withdrawn, caught up in a quest to avenge the death of her stepsister. Allison had never been close to her stepmother, and despite efforts by the older woman to bring the two of them closer, it never happened. By the time she was fifteen, Allison barely spent much time with her parents. Instead, she spent her time in clubs in Ettermire, working occasionally as a singer.
At the age of seventeen, she had disgraced her family name to the point where her father was embarrassed to be around her. They had a long fight, at the end of which Allison ran away to Radasanth. She spent two years there working as a singer and waitress. However, despite her talent, she had an even more deadly vice: Junk. It was a street drug, popular both in Ettermire and Corone. Though Allison had tried Junk for the first time at age 15 in Ettermire, she didn’t grow so deeply dependent on it until she was flitting from bar to bar in Radasanth, mostly alone and with little but the drug to turn to for comfort. Contemplative and shy, she preferred not to associate with the men who often frequented the establishments, even though they often offered “comforts” of a different variety.
One night, she was performing at a concert in a tavern in Underwood known as the Peaceful Promenade. It was a far away gig for her, and she was excited that someone that far away had heard about her abilities. She traveled to the tavern, only to end up being assaulted by a gang of angry dwarves who had, for reasons she was unsure of, got angered by her set. They had rushed the stage and had begun to pummel her, clubbing at her with fists and though she could see an elderly man had come to rescue her, by the time he had pulled the dwarves away she was already unconscious.
When she woke up, she was still in Underwood, but there was a civil war going around her. From what limited information she could gather between her desperate hunger for junk and the splitting headache she had, she was thrown back nineteen years. She didn’t know why, or what the cause of the transition was, and the first few people she spoke to about it insisted that it must have just been her imagination.
Within a few days and a junk induced high, Allison could no longer remember for sure if she dreamed her past life or not. There were a few names and places she could remember, but nothing tactile she could use to locate herself. The only things she remembered were vague recollections of places and people, and while she remembered the faces of her father, stepmother and siblings, she couldn’t remember any of their names.
Unsure of whether her past was all a drug induced illusion that she clung to for fear of a more deadly past truly lying underneath, or whether she had really, for reasons unknown to her, traveled back nineteen years into the past, Allison found her way on the first boat out of Corone for Alerar, remembering that if the history books she remembered were correct, it would have been one of the few places that she knew she’d be safe.
Name: Allison Julie K.
Age: 19
Race: Human
Hair Color: Black/Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 92 lbs
Occupation: Sometime songwriter and singer
Visions from the Downtown Club Scene
Personality: She’s surprisingly aloof, and often paranoid. Allison often talks out loud to herself, though it is uncertain whether she’s thinking out loud, talking to someone or just attempting to entertain herself. She can be surprisingly gentle at times, given her addiction, but the desperation for drugs makes her both easily frustrated and sometimes mean. She often makes decisions when high or when fiending desperately that she is ashamed of. While she secretly regrets a number of the decisions she would never admit it publicly. She also thinks she’s reached a point beyond which she has much of a chance of redemption.
What’s Left of the Shell
Clothing: Allison can often be seen in the same outfit, a dingy button up green cardigan that is about two sizes too big for her and has thumb holes cut into it at the sides of each sleeve. She wears dresses that were once probably very formal and fetching, but they have been dirtied enough that they are no longer that attractive. Most often, Alison wears a silver dress with spaghetti straps and a faded sheer to it.
Visage: Though Allison might have seemed attractive had it never been for her habit, her almost alabaster skin color and the perpetual dark rings underneath her eyes belie what physical beauty she has. Her cheeks are surprisingly thin, and her hair, though naturally lustrous, is always tangled and unkempt.
Smell: Allison more often than not, smells like too much perfume. This is perhaps to cover the fact that she spends most of her life homeless and doesn’t really have the same opportunities for hygiene that others are afforded. When she finds someone willing to take her in for a while, she generally keeps up proper grooming habits, and then she avoids the perfume.
Voice: Allison speaks almost without an accent, as if betraying her very cosmopolitan and transient upbringing. When she laughs, it is infectious but at the same time delicate, and her voice is generally soft and unintimidating.
A Junky’s Only Friends
The Needle: A steel weapon that resembles an estoc in shape but only has a blade of eight inches. If it were not for its sharp point, The Needle would resemble a toy sword more than a real weapon, though at one point it may have been the former.
The other needle: A needle attached to a glass syringe. The glass is naturally fragile, but regardless of how little attention Allison places to the rest of her welfare, the syringe is always well protected.
Leather strap: This is a strap of common leather that Allison ties around her arm before injecting herself.
Perfume: Allison keeps a relatively steady supply of perfume so that even when she goes for days without showering, she still smells acceptable.
Pack: Allison has a satchel that she straps over her shoulder and it generally contains her junk supplies, any change she’s managed to accumulate, a spare cardigan and anything else she has happened to pick up.
The Ways I Work for the Minimum
Songwriting and singing: Though Allison has no skill with instruments, she has an excellent singing voice, and when lucid, is a relatively capable songwriter.
Junk resistance: Allison is highly resistant to a common street drug sold in Radasanth and Alerar known colloquially as “junk.”
Visions: When high, Allison can see visions. These are visions of how her breaking temporal dynamics has altered the timeline of Althanas.
Sleep Alone: Allison learned a song that has a latent magic power to it. The song, entitled “Sleep Alone” can put listeners to sleep if they remain seated for the duration of the song .
Many Dreams Deferred
The history that Allison remembers is a history she isn’t sure that exists. She remembers being six, living in Radasanth, never knowing the name of her father. That was when her mother came down with the fatal case of the fever and ague, and an otherwise disinterested uncle took enough effort to arrange that she be sent to live with her father, an Alerian noble, in Ettermire. Her father had other children, and in general, Allison felt as though she never really fit in.
Despite the alienation she felt growing up, her life was hardly difficult until she was thirteen. She studied the classics, literature, mathematics and Althanas history. Allison was an avid, though somewhat unmotivated learner. However, she had a particularly proficient head for numbers and was considered a prodigious talent. Despite her father’s similar proclivity for numbers, the only thing they shared together was a love for Bayesian statistics. However, this all changed in her thirteenth year when her older stepsister was killed by a terrorists in an attack on her father’s mansion.
After the death of her older stepsister Allison became withdrawn. Her father, who had never been particularly close to her, became even more distant and withdrawn, caught up in a quest to avenge the death of her stepsister. Allison had never been close to her stepmother, and despite efforts by the older woman to bring the two of them closer, it never happened. By the time she was fifteen, Allison barely spent much time with her parents. Instead, she spent her time in clubs in Ettermire, working occasionally as a singer.
At the age of seventeen, she had disgraced her family name to the point where her father was embarrassed to be around her. They had a long fight, at the end of which Allison ran away to Radasanth. She spent two years there working as a singer and waitress. However, despite her talent, she had an even more deadly vice: Junk. It was a street drug, popular both in Ettermire and Corone. Though Allison had tried Junk for the first time at age 15 in Ettermire, she didn’t grow so deeply dependent on it until she was flitting from bar to bar in Radasanth, mostly alone and with little but the drug to turn to for comfort. Contemplative and shy, she preferred not to associate with the men who often frequented the establishments, even though they often offered “comforts” of a different variety.
One night, she was performing at a concert in a tavern in Underwood known as the Peaceful Promenade. It was a far away gig for her, and she was excited that someone that far away had heard about her abilities. She traveled to the tavern, only to end up being assaulted by a gang of angry dwarves who had, for reasons she was unsure of, got angered by her set. They had rushed the stage and had begun to pummel her, clubbing at her with fists and though she could see an elderly man had come to rescue her, by the time he had pulled the dwarves away she was already unconscious.
When she woke up, she was still in Underwood, but there was a civil war going around her. From what limited information she could gather between her desperate hunger for junk and the splitting headache she had, she was thrown back nineteen years. She didn’t know why, or what the cause of the transition was, and the first few people she spoke to about it insisted that it must have just been her imagination.
Within a few days and a junk induced high, Allison could no longer remember for sure if she dreamed her past life or not. There were a few names and places she could remember, but nothing tactile she could use to locate herself. The only things she remembered were vague recollections of places and people, and while she remembered the faces of her father, stepmother and siblings, she couldn’t remember any of their names.
Unsure of whether her past was all a drug induced illusion that she clung to for fear of a more deadly past truly lying underneath, or whether she had really, for reasons unknown to her, traveled back nineteen years into the past, Allison found her way on the first boat out of Corone for Alerar, remembering that if the history books she remembered were correct, it would have been one of the few places that she knew she’d be safe.