Alison Levitt

Name: Alison Christina Levitt

Age: 16

Group: Hunter

Appearance: Alison has been described by some people as a brunette beauty with an ass that won't quit, at least, that's what her past boyfriends have said. In reality, Ali has thick cocoa-colored locks, and dark chocolate brown eyes to compliment her creamy complexion and heart-shaped face. She usually wears her hair in three different styles: up in a bun, up in a pony tail, or down. It's always those three. She rests at 5 feet 8 inches tall, and weighs 125 pounds, which is a good balance, seeing as she eats healthily and supersizes often.


Personality: Alison has been through a rough month. Having witnessed her mother killing her father, and Lissa herself having to then kill her mother, it's been taking a toll on the sixteen year old Hunter. She usually hunts alone, and is pretty used to being alone. She's at a point in her grieving, the dangerous stage of bargaining. Especially for a Hunter. Her mind is on the verge of making a deal with a Crossroads Demon for her father, seeing as Lissa always had a horrible relationship with her mother over the last year of Alison's mother's life.

She's a bit of a loner right now, but Alison is however, trying to find a Hunter that might take her in until she can move past the death of her parents. But for right now, she is going the world alone. In regards to this, her daily cycle is eat, research, hunt, sleep, repeat. But the thing is, Alison wasn't always like this. Lissa used to be this free-spirited, upbeat girl who loved her parents immensely. She's all work, and no play, or at least rarely any play, right now.

Alison Levitt's cheerful side is one that only certain people can get out of her. Because, let's face it, when you lose two parents in one night, it can hurt. She's learned to suppress her emotions, and only show that cheerful side when she sees fit, which, nowadays, is rare. Alison is still a teenager, which means she is in need of guidance, a mother-figure, or father-figure, and at most, Alison just needs a friend. Someone to be there for her when she needs help, someone to be a shoulder to cry on, and especially someone to help get out the stick that's currently lodged up her ass. In other words, Alison needs a best friend, or rather, sister.

Ali has a particularly large heart, and behind her emotional defenses, Alison Levitt is a kind, and caring girl, but the events over the past month have really screwed her up. She's just a girl, the real her has gone away, and a colder Alison Levitt came to stay. There's a girl trapped inside, just dying to get out, but she has no one to show her how to feel, or how to love again.


History: Alison had never had a normal life before. She was born into the life of hunting down the supernatural creatures of the world, and being born to two parents who were themselves Hunters, helped greatly. She was always a perfect little girl, born in the small town of Carlton Landing, Oklahoma, a town with a population of 56 people. Her parents loved her greatly, and Alison was named after her mother. Jason ad Alison Levitt were always taking turns who would go with some family friends regarding Hunts and cases, one always staying behind to stay and teach Alison the basics of Hunting the supernatural.

Jason, Ali's father, stayed behind most often, therefore strengthening the bond the two had between each other, and making Lissa favor her dad over her mom. She was a Daddy's Girl, no doubt about it. Alison grew up in the small town of Carlton Landing, until her mother decided one day that it was time to move. Alison had been five years old then, making it so from then on, they lived around cross country, Hunting the Supernatural, staying in certain laces months at a time. Because of this, Alison grew up knowing many other Hunters, these Hunters of which became family friends, and people that Alison grew up idolizing.

One of Alison's many talents growing up, no, it wasn't singing, nor dancing, not drawing, or guitar, or piano, etcetera. It was Hunting. She could track several different types of monsters based on what they left behind, and their attack pattern amongst the victims by the age of thirteen. When she was ten years old, that was when Jason began teaching her how to shoot. They started, first, with a crossbow. Regular bow and arrows, compact bows, crossbows, you name it, Alison was a natural, and it was her preferred method of Hunting too, besides throwing knives. She had an adapt fluency in Latin, and was moreover, the perfect little girl to her parents, a better Hunter than either of them could ask for.

Alison, though, didn't care much for school. She was fifteen, in her sophomore year, when she finally convinced her parents to stop making her go to school. That made her able to focus more on perfecting her Latin, Hunting, and Tracking skills. Though everything went wrong from there. When she was fifteen and a half, Alison's mother seemed different, colder, more cut off from the world. They began to get into fights more often, and this included Lissa's mother and father as well. But tragedy struck when she was sixteen. They were in Salina, Kansas, hunting down a Poltergeist when Alison was newly sixteen.

That night in the motel room, Alison had forgotten to salt the windows and doors, being so worn out from that day of Researching and Training. She had collapsed onto her bed and was asleep before her head hit the pillow. But later that night, Alison had awoken to the mutilated screams of her father. She had woken up in a her, grabbed the knife under her pillow, and ran to the source of the cries. What Lissa found, is what no sixteen year old girl should have to see. Her mother was stabbing her father in the chest repeatedly, no mercy behind her cold eyes. Alison didn't think twice before stabbing her mother in the back of her chest.

After that, the room seemed slightly warmer, but it was dead silent, other than the gurgling noises Alison's mother made as she slid to the floor. Once Alison had seen the ectoplasm leaking from her mother's ear, Alison knew that her mother had been possessed by the poltergeist that they had been hunting, The ghost that wouldn't have gotten in, if Alison had remembered to salt the windows and the doors. It was Alison's fault that, and the young Hunter knew it too. Alison had then sank to the floor, holding her mother's body as she died, sobbing. She had killed her mother, her mother of which had killed her father.

After that night, Alison hunted down the poltergeist and got rid of it, getting her revenge on the thing that had caused the deaths of her parents, and continued such as that. Alison had cleaned up the motel room, put the bodies in the trunk of her dad's 1972 Buick Skylark, and having had her license, drove away before anyone could ask any questions. From there, Ali had given her parents a proper Hunters' funeral; both of them, and isolated herself for three weeks, alone with her grief. She avoided all Hunters, those who knew her when she was just a little girl, the ones that she had once idolized, and disappeared from the Hunter's radar. Until now, that is.

Now, Alison has been back in the business of Hunting for the past three weeks, having grieved her parents for one, and disappeared two weeks later. Alison is just trying to make it through the bargaining stage of grief, and trying to make sense of why what happened, happened. All the while, Lissa is trying to help as many innocent people as she can, as well as tracking down the Hunters of the past, the people that she used to know. And through all of this, she's a broken little girl, who just needs someone to help her make it through the days to come, as she tries to not hate herself.

Strengths: Family, Shooting, Knife-throwing

Weaknesses: Family, Innocent People, Friends

Likes: Bow and arrows, compact bows, throwing knives, Hunting

Dislikes: Monsters, Death, School, Letting her guard down

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RP Sample:

It was all her fault. Her parents were dead because of her. Alison couldn't get that thought out of her mind. 'All your fault,' 'All your fault.' It kept repeating throughout her mind on a daily basis. How Alison managed to get up in the morning, she had no clue. But Alison Levitt did know this: she needed to protect the innocents of the world, of America, at least, seeing as she couldn't reach the rest of the world. Alison hadn't talked to other Hunters in weeks. It'd been a month. Most likely, she had a million voice messages on her phone, especially when you combined it with the unread messages on both her mother's phone, and her father's. But right now, Alison didn't care. She needed to do this. She needed her parents back, or at least her dad.

That was the whole main reason that Alison was doing this. For her dad. Jason Levitt was one of the best people in the world to have known, and now he, including Alison's mother, were dead because of her. Lissa just wanted to say that she was sorry. Sorry for everything. Alison put the shovel aside, she had dug a small hole to put the box in. Inside the box? All of the materials needed to summon a Crossroads Demon. She put the box in the hole, but stopped before covering it with dirt. Did she really want to do this? Surely, there was a another way than selling her soul to get her parents back. In Alison's line of work, death didn't always mean goodbye forever. As she went to take the box out of the hole, Alison felt the faint heat of headlights on her back, which caused her to stand up and turn around.

She couldn't tell the type of car it was, or it's color, now the person in the driver's seat, the headlights were too bright, but this confrontation made Alison tense, and stiffen in anxiousness. "Who the hell are you?" Alison called back, taking her knife out of her boot. It was always good to be prepared. "Ya know, I have more important things to do than ask for your identity. I can force it outta you, if you'd like." Alison continued. Just her luck. If this was another Hunter, she was screwed. If it was a police officer, she was screwed. Alison held her breath, waiting for a reply. "Come on, I don't have all day!" Alison exclaimed. She really wasn't in the mood for this right now.