Ali Danea
C'était le Jour des Morts, et l'excitation d'Ali roulait d'elle dans les vagues alors qu'elle descendait des rues peuplées avec sa guitare attachée à son dos. Elle n'avait pas de costume à la différence des autres qui étaient habillés en vampires et autres. C'était adorable de regarder. Des créatures mythiques qui s'habillent comme d'autres créatures mythiques? Oh, les choses que vous voyez tous les jours.
No Exit était un endroit que Ali visitait souvent, principalement parce que son groupe jouait là-bas les nuits moins occupées. Ils n'avaient jamais eu la chance de jouer lors de grandes occasions, et surtout pas pendant quelque chose comme le Jour des Morts. Alors quand Ali a reçu l'appel plus tôt cette semaine-là, elle avait attrapé chacun de ses membres par l'oreille et les a fait pratiquer du crépuscule jusqu'à l'aube. Elle n'avait pas l'intention de faire carrière dans la musique puisque qui elle était rendrait cela impossible, mais c'était amusant et elle voulait partager ce plaisir avec tout le monde à No Exit.
Il y avait un DJ qui gérait la station quand elle est arrivée à No Exit. Ils le remplaceraient plus tard ce soir, alors Ali se dirigea vers l'arrière pour déposer ses affaires. Les membres de son groupe étaient déjà là, chacun dans ses propres costumes. Certains d'entre eux ont été martelés et les autres étaient bien en route. Avec un sourire affectueux, Ali laissa sa guitare avec eux et retourna dans le bar. Il était rempli de personnes cherchant compagnie pour la nuit, et bien qu'elle n'ait jamais aimé de telles interactions, il serait bon de repérer la région. Voir pour qui ils joueraient et tout ça.
Elle regarda en face comme un Incubus tenter de séduire une jeune femme et presque chargée en elle-même. Heureusement, quelqu'un était venu à la rescousse de la dame. Il ne lui a pas fallu assez de temps pour repérer une âme solitaire au milieu d'un établissement rempli de luxure et assez tôt, quelqu'un était venu et a enlevé cette fille aussi. Tout ce qu'Ali a pu faire, c'était ricaner sous son souffle. Le Jour des Morts et les gens flirtaient dehors.
"Quelque chose de romantique ou quelque chose qui va mettre les gens chaud et ennuyé à l'époque, ou les deux," elle a déduit tout comme elle a vu un loup-garou qu'elle a reconnu mais à peine parlé pour approcher les deux filles. Vorel, si elle s'en souvient correctement. Il avait l'air assez gentil, mais il semblait que la tête rouge n'était pas tout à fait d'accord avec son arrivée.
Avec une profonde respiration, elle se dirigea vers le groupe et offrit un petit sourire à Vorel. "Désolé de s'immiscer, chéries, mais j'ai entendu dire que quelqu'un achetait des boissons et j'espérais que je pourrais participer à une partie de cette action", a-t-elle dit avec un rire léger. Passant à la tête rouge, elle continua avec une main étendue, "Le nom est Alinea, mais s'il vous plaît appelez-moi Ali. Là, je ne suis plus un étranger, n'est-ce pas?"
"Étranger ou pas, mon groupe va bientôt jouer là-haut. Je me demandais si vous aimeriez demander une chanson."
Name:
Alinea Crow Danea
Nickname:
Ali
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Gang Rank:
The The Masquerade - Beta
Species:
Shifter
Occupation
College Student | Part-timer at a local bookstore
Likes:
Music | The forest | Coffee
Dislikes:
The people she cares about getting hurt | Witches | Being mocked or looked down on
Fears:
Heights | Losing someone she cares about | Disappointing her father
Personality:
+ Loyal | + Brave | + Charming | - Rash | - Stubborn | - Easily manipulated
Ali is best described as a person "blooming in the garden of youth", or at least, that's how the elderly folk of Fall Hollow call her when they're in a particularly good mood. It was "damned teenage rascal" when they weren't. Either way, Ali is what you can call a typical teenager with her exhuberant energy and outgoing personality, with just a touch of rebelliousness to spice up the dish. She's the kind of person you'll see in different scenes, chatting with all the right people and effortlessly making friends with anyone she approaches.
Ali's loyalty is fierce and unmatched by anything. For the people who have grown dear to her heart, you can be rest assured that Ali would do anything to help and protect you. Of course, it's also this fierce loyalty that can sometimes give Ali tunnel-vision and make her refrain from hearing the other side of a conflict. Her friends' enemies were her enemies, and nothing could change that in her mind even if her friends had been the ones in the wrong. It must be said that this has gotten Ali into trouble more than once, especially when it turned out that her so-called friends had only been manipulating her to do their every whim. Despite this, Ali has never learned.
Ali is someone you can be assured would always be there for you, even if she can be a tad reckless at times. She always means well and is willing to lend a helping hand with a bright smile.
History:
It was the first of December, in the middle of one of the harshest winters experienced by Fall Hollow, when the youngest of the Danea clan entered the world. Julio Danea, the current patriarch of the household, had held his baby girl and announced that her name would be Crow for he was sure that like the rest of their family, the child's spirit animal would be one that made the sky its home and that she would be the best that their family had ever seen. When Ali's third birthday came and she met her spirit animal during one of the family's usual camping trips, her father couldn't be any more disappointed. Her spirit animal had been a black panther, and not the graceful flyer he had expected. Of course, Ali had been too young then to know what that revelation had done to her relationship with her father.
Continuing her trend of going against the grain in her family's norms, she found that she had no affinity for strategizing. Unlike her father, grandfather, and great grandfather, she knew she would never take the role of advisor in The Masquerade. She had let her brothers be the ones to compete for that position. Her goal had been something more. As the years passed, Ali strengthened her bond with both her spirit animal and the multitude of land-bound creatures she had intently studied. Sure, she had also shifted into some sea creatures, but they didn't feel as comfortable as being on all fours on good, solid land. And so she honed her skills of transformation to the point that she could partially shift a little bit longer than most of the older shifters. Her physical strength wasn't something to be laughed at either. Before she knew it, she became one of the youngest betas in The Masquerade while her brothers had failed in their tasks of joining the gang as its advisor. Pride swelled up in Ali and she had turned to her father hoping to see the same in his eyes, but she found it wanting.
Her relationship with her father remains rocky still and he continues to favour his two sons. He had even refused to let Ali work in the family business, the local animal shelter, which forced Ali to find a part-time job somewhere else. It seemed as though fate continually wanted to wedge an ever bigger gap between Ali and her father as it soon grew apparent that she held a passion for robotics, something that her father has always frowned upon thinking that further technological advancements would push the youth away from nature.
Extra
• She holds a deep hatred for witches as a dear friend of hers, a werewolf, had died in a skirmish between their two gangs.
• She is the lead vocalist of a band she created with her friends in college. They're well-known in Fall Hollow but they only play for fun. Jokingly, they call themselves "Hodgepodge" because each of them are a different species from the other.
• She still regularly goes on camping trips in the forest, sometimes even staying out in the wilderness for weeks.