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Alison Van Helland, Tre's modifications.| Alison Van Helland |
Posted: Aug 7 2007, 01:35 AM
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Name: Dude. It's Tre.
Age: 15 Active?: Pretty damn active. During school I'll be on pretty much all weekends, but not as much during the week if at all. Which of the books was your favorite out of the series? Why?: The third. I like the aura about it. Sacri is... She went to drama camp last August. Contact: x_tre@edwardelric.zzn.com How did you find us?: I've been here for a year. Character Name: Alison Joan Van Helland Nickname: Gender: Female Age/Year: 15/5 Birthday: August 24th, 1960 Blood: Pureblood, or pretty darn close Sexuality: Heterosexual School: Kingstone Wand: Sycamore, phoenix tail feather, 11 inches, flexible. Pet: None at school. Nationality: Half German, and a quarter each Irish and English. Does your Character have a child?: Not until she's sixteen. Family: Mary McCain; mother; 39, deceased Raymond Van Helland; father; 39, alive Ashley Garland; grandmother, maternal; 81, deceased Patricia Heinlein; grandmother, paternal; 68 alive Parker McCain; grandfather, maternal; 82, deceased Malcolm Van Helland; grandfather, paternal; 68, alive Palma McCain; aunt, maternal; 46, deceased Iris Van Helland; aunt, paternal; 44, alive William Maxwell; uncle, maternal; 46, alive Jennifer Maxwell; cousin, maternal; 24, deceased Carrie Maxwell; cousin, maternal; 20, deceased Henry Maxwell; cousin, maternal; 19, deceased Violet Van Helland; sister; 18, alive Steven Van Helland; brother; 11, alive Family History: The Van Helland family lived in Germany for generations, and were quite proud of it. They were entrepreneurs to the extreme, masters of managing businesses from afar. Most of these businesses were related to mining and manufacturing, and they owned a large company that produced cauldrons for centuries. They kept their money to themselves, as well as their affairs. They had a talent for money and blackmail, and kept it within a specified family tree. Whenever another wealthy pureblood family produced children with a useful skill, they made sure they produced a child at a good time, ideal for arranged marriages. The Heinlein family was German as well, and they too were purebloods. They owned a large-scale mining company, and the moment Patricia was born and became the sole heir of the company, the Van Hellands decided that she was the ideal spouse for Malcolm. Neither family objected to this, and eventually Malcolm and Patricia were married. They had children in their twenties. It was then the Second World War started. Patricia was taking care of her two children, Iris and Raymond, so Malcolm went to the battlefield. He believed strongly in the Nazi viewpoint, seeing as it was similar to the pureblood idealistic, and fought quite well. He died during D-Day, after seeing the sea filled with blood. He wrote a letter from the battlefield to his children and wife, telling them the beauty of an ocean so red, and the monstrosity of it as well. His family eventually moved to England in time for Raymond to attend Kingstone. The McCains were traditionalists, believing in using muggles to further their finances. The McCain Inn was well known for spectacular food and incredible service, all of which were enhanced by magic. Sometimes the muggles wouldn't be the same, but the McCains didn't want them to die. Their idea was that purebloods were superior, but the others were necessary to make their inn successful. The Garlands were an English pureblood family, and they owned the largest collection of spell books in England. Ashley Garland was a bookworm, as were her parents, and her brains were matched only by her beauty. The McCains decided she would be perfect for Parker, who was considered handsome, and that their children would be beautiful, smart, and good at the inn. And they were. Raymond and Mary met in France. Mary was attending her last year at Beauxbatons, and Raymond was deciding about investing in the wine industry. Mary pestered her parents and sister about him for two years, until eventually the McCains met with the Van Hellands, and before the meeting was over Raymond and Mary were subject to an arranged betrothal. They were married at nineteen and had their daughter Violet at twenty one. They moved from Berlin to Dublin and back often, until they decided to live in an old Garland estate about an hour away from London. Mom's Job: Owner of an inn before she died. Dad's Job: Owner of several businesses in Germany, investor in several mining companies. Character History: Alison Joan Van Helland was born in the back room of an inn to Mary and Raymond Van Helland, a couple who wanted a sensible son to take care of the family businesses. Their first attempt at such a child had resulted in Violet, who in four years had proven herself to be more or less a ditz. So when they had Alison, they were severely disappointed. Mary was worried that they would never have a child with the Medias touch that had previously run through both of the family lines. However, once Ally learned to talk it was obvious that she wasn't a ditz. She bossed people around, telling them to go do this or that, and made decisions as if she'd been doing it for years. Arguing was futile, and if anyone didn't do what they were supposed to, be it her governess forgetting to lay out her clothes (this was an especially horrible thing to her) or her father not giving her an allowance, she would make sure it would be done. Her parents weren't sure if it was good or bad, but they knew that they didn't need a son. However, by that time they had finally managed to conceive one, and thus Steven Van Helland was born when Alison was almost five. He was a charming baby, all smiley and loveable, but his parents were fairly certain that such a baby would not be the same as Ally. Violet had already shown that she wanted to be a supermodel, so they were taking no chances with Steven. They told Ally that she had to take care of Steven whenever she wasn't going to school (she was in a primary school at a Church) and her parents were busy. She loved the challenge, and half of the time was spent trying to make her bouncy baby brother stronger, and the other she spent just talking to him. Three days after her sixth birthday, her mother was in her office cooing over Steven and talking to Ally about fashion and business. A servant came in with a hot cup of coffee, and Alison asked why she couldn't have a cup. Mary told her, "The day you are in charge of an Inn and trying to raise a baby you can have anyone you want bring you coffee whenever you like it. But for now, the coffee is mine." The next week, the entire McCain family, including Mary's sister Palma and her husband and children, went on a cruise to Canada. While they were sleeping, the boat sank and they died. At the funeral, Ally decided that she would tell Steven (in rather gruesome detail she learned from books) how they died. That night in Ireland she drank six cups of caffeinated coffee. Raymond decided he no longer wanted to live in England, so he took his three children back from the Garland mansion, where they had been living, to his family home in Germany. Mary had left the McCain Inn to Ally, the Garland mansion to Violet, and the Garland library to Steven and Ally. However, Raymond didn't like the idea of his children living away from him, so he simply appointed a manager for the inn and a librarian for the library. Alison didn't like either of these people, but she had no choice in the matter. Her father hired tutors for his children, and in that situation both she and her little brother had to get their entertainment elsewhere. She had always liked clothes more than other children, but she and Violet began to truly love fashion. She persuaded Raymond to raise their allowances, and shortly after she had three closets full of clothes. When she was eight, Ally's father convinced her to go to a Catholic school so she would get a rounder education. However, she began to have more and more outbursts of magical ability. In the middle of mass she was thinking about the coffee she had brought with her and suddenly the cup, which was under her chair. However, the coffee kept flowing, and eventually the entire chapel was filled with it. In short, Ally was expelled. When she got her letter, Ally was given a choice of schools. Violet had gone to Beauxbatons, but Ally picked Kingstone. Her time there was well spent, and she got pretty good grades, but she began to remember that she had business responsibilities. She fired the manager of the McCain Inn and hired a new one, and again the inn began to prosper. However, it was when she went to school that she began to develop insecurities about her body, namely her weight. Growing up in a German household meant consuming mostly German food, and quite a lot of it. Kingstone showed her people much thinner than her, and for the first two years she kept herself on a strict diet. In the third year it developed into a case of minor anorexia, and remains in the fourth year. What are your Character's Future Ambitions?: To successfully direct the McCain Inn and to hunt vampires. Personality: Alison is a very superficial person, and her happiness depends on material things like clothes and money. She can be made happy easily, or at least content, by being given something or by having a package of clothes arrive from home. She tends to judge people by how they look, and if she by any chance manages to see past appearances she'll endlessly try to get them to dress well or change their hair. Fashion is what she does and what she loves. Despite being a more or less material girl, Alison is smart. She is good at school and gets rather good grades, but her intelligence is more in the manner of money. She loves to spend money, but ever since she was a kid making business decisions were easy for her. She has a brain, and in nearly every situation she can control herself. Her sense of self control is one that has gone too far. She became anorexic in her freshman year. Her anorexia isn't extreme, but she limits herself to one meal a day, and it has to be vegetables. This self-induced starvation generally stops during the summer, where she lets herself consume German food, but most of the time she is so obsessed with controlling her weight that she will go to most lengths to keeping her weight at a hundred and eighteen pounds. As a rule, Alison is the calm, controlled one in any situation. Her sense of humor is on the line between sarcasm and cruelty, but she tries to make such comments as subtly as she can to avoid offense. It's not so much that she cares about what the insulted or offended would think, but that she doesn't want people to dislike her. She cares deeply about what people think of her, so she tries to act more or less nice. Alison has a strange love of vampires. She has believed in them since she saw her first vampire movie at the age of five, and ever since she has gone through all of the necessary precautions. She wears a silver or gold cross on her person at all times. This leads to another fact. She is a very religious person, and she has a notebook in which she thinks about these things. She generally writes everything in that notebook, from food logs to homework assignments. Enjoys the company of...: Basically, Alison likes people. This isn't saying she likes to be around them. She sees people for what they could do and how useful they could be, not as souls at first. Her first impressions tend to be the only ones she'll ever accept, so if the first time she saw one person was a time they were making fools of themselves, she would always remember them that way. If someone has really bad fashion sense, no matter the cause, she'll constantly hint at it and think almost obsessively about giving them a makeover, no matter what their gender is. Best Traits: +Self-control +A more or less good person +Good with money Worst Traits: +Greedy +Sarcastic +Incredibly mean when confronted Personal Strengths: +School +Making money +Acting calm in tough situations Personal Weaknesses: +Money +Food Likes: +Money - Anyone who doesn't like money is an idiot, and Alison lives for it. +Clothes - Alison likes fashion, and without clothes there really can be no fashion. +Coffee - She's consumed it since the age of six, it reminds her of her mother, and she's dependent on it. +Writing - It's just a hobby, but she likes books a lot so it makes sense. +Vampires - The opposite of an irrational fear. +Drawing - She's pretty good at it and it gets her mind off things. Dislikes: +Fashion mishaps - They reveal carelessness and go against one of her favorite things. +People cracking their appendages - It's disgusting! +References to WWII - It makes her feel guilty. +Boats - Her entire mother's family drowned and she's read Dracula. Fears: +Traveling on boats +Close spaces +Being fat +The more subtle types of vampires (Dracula is not a problem, but the types that pass as humans.) Animagus: A hawk. Boggart: A baobhan sith. (It's a kind of vampire. Do your research if you care.) Patronus: A patronus-style hawk. (I've always assumed these were the same as the Animagus if it was reflected by personalities. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm just going to say Alison's would be the same either way.) Appearance: Hair: Alison is a natural redhead, inherited from her mother and the McCain family line. It's very long, strait, tangley, and impossible to miss. Her whole life, Alison hated her hair. She's tried every method of curling it, de-tangling it, combing it, and playing with it imaginable. Eventually she came to the conclusion that the best way to manage it was let it fall where it wants, which appears to be in front of her cheeks. She's been told that redheads were the most likely to become vampires, and the idea does appeal to her. Mostly she keeps it to look more Irish. Otherwise, she would have bleached it blonde by now. It's cut short in a way that requires little maintenance. Eyes: Watery grey, the color of storm clouds. They are very narrow and slightly almond shaped. She has terrible eyesight, the product of years and years of reading and looking at the sun, and recently was told she needed glasses. However, she was careful to pick glasses that looked good on her face, and owns several pairs. The pair she wears the most has thin rims of pure silver and are oval shaped, but she also wears gold glasses with round lenses. Face: The most obvious thing about Alison's face is that it's pale and freckled. The second most is that it's pointy. She has a sharp chin, a thin and little mouth, and cheekbones that are normally hidden by her hair but give her face an even more pointy look. Her nose is a little long and slightly upturned. Her face has the pretty quality of most aristocratic families with the look given through sarcasm and sparingly applied cruelty. Her mouth is normally in a sort of half-smile, or it could be considered a sneer. Body: Generations of inbred families can lead to a very short individual, but Alison couldn't be called short. She's very tall at five foot eight without shoes, and generally wears her shoes with at least a two inch heel. It has cost her dates before, but what she lacks for in that she makes up for in her best feature: her legs. They're very long, and they're the one part of herself she doesn't mind being seen. Alison has rather narrow hips and little curves, plus broad shoulders. She has been known to gain weight on occasion, but whenever she gains it she looses it as quickly as she can, be that by cutting down on the food she normally eats or by running. Clothes and Aura: At home, Alison leans more towards the more conservative clothes. This normally winds up as long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, and on occasion gloves. At school, she ditches the gloves and wears her uniform, which clashes horribly with her hair. She wears the whole uniform, from the tie to the skirt to the robe, not because she has to. It's because she likes it. Any skirt looks short on her, and she's always had a thing for ties. She likes knee socks and scarves, and don't even say anything about the hats. Perhaps the most common expression on Alison's face is one of sarcasm, and that's her basic, default aura. She always looks like she's exaggerating, stretching the truth, or playing with someone's head. Simply, her aura is exasperated at the stupidity of those around her. She's been known to say "I'm surrounded by idiots." In fact, one time someone kept track of the times she said it in a day. The total was twenty-nine. Roleplay Sample: (Okay, I know we're all supposed to roleplay in the third person, but I just like this sample best. If it's a problem I can change it...) I like the Garland library. I like the smell of books I've never read, and the way my face reflects off the windows in the little area I have dubbed my study. I love the way the wood has been smoothed for centuries. I love the way everything in here is mine. My legs are on the chair in front of me, and I'm clapping my strapless shoe against my heel. The shoe is a death trap for most people, but not me. The thin heel leaves dents on the floor and in the bottom of my trunk. It's no matter. Just a quick little wave and they're fine again. Even when I'm not supposed to use magic, it's no trouble to get a house elf to fix it for me. No trouble at all. I stand up to put my book away. Chairs are no obstacle; I step over them as if they weren't there. If I was my sister, I'd do that to people too. I don't do that, but maybe I'm just not the blonde, blue-eyed, six foot tall model. It doesn't matter. What works for Violet won't work for Steven and me. My room is down the third floor hall, just three doors down on the left. I collect some books from the bookcases around me and put others back. I think back to the day when I just began to read the first floor. Now I am on the third floor, and the second floor books Father says I can read some other time. They're German. Not that I can't read German, it's that a lot of them include Nazi ideals. My father doesn't like the Nazis. "Zey arr too var-like," he's said to me only too often. My finger traces several titles. This section of books was my mothers. I can find "Mary McCain" written in her elegant script on the inside of several dozen books, and stare in envy at her letters. Mum was always dignified, cool, and calm, like Mina from Dracula. The mistress of an inn, in fact. There are books about cooking, and in the back there are prices of rooms and services the inn offers. Some of them I made them offer, some of them she made them offer, and some of the services I plan to offer in her memory. My stack of books is dangerously tall, threatening to fall and break my glasses on my face, but I manage to balance them as I step into my room. It looks like the library without the intention of books. There's antique wood furniture everywhere, and it smells distinctly of bratwurst and applesauce. I can feel my stomach grumbling, and before I can exercise any self control, I shout "May!" and a little house-elf comes scurrying. There is a brief exchange, with a lot of high squeaks of "Yes, miss" before I have a plate of sausage on my desk, a fork in my left hand, and a vampire book in my right. My feet are on the chair in front of me. |
 
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