Appearance

Allison Angel is very similar to Alice Angel, but has no sign of any deformities on her face. Her black hair is tied up in a ponytail, she wears a headband, and sports a pair of broken horns. Like Alice Angel, she wears a black dress with straps, but the dress is wider, and also has a large brown stain over it, giving the impression of a top, and tights, but also wearing boots each with a belt buckle. Her arms are entirely covered in ink, resembling black opera gloves. She also wears a belt with a messenger bag clasped on, from which a wrench, a Gent pipe, and a crowbar can be seen, a rope over her left shoulder, and a leather dagger holder with a wrench in it. She carries a machete-like sword for her weapon. Her bow seems different compared to Alice Angel, which was tinted with slightly darker colors.

Personality

Allison is an ally in nature and she waits for "The Hope" she was waiting for. She has a very brave personality since she is most likely the leader of the partnership between her and Tom. She also has self-doubt, because she says "They call me Alice, but I'm no angel". However, Allison can be reluctant to do dangerous tasks, which is a trait she shares with Tom. . . . before Alice Angel could kill you herself, before you had time to react a sharp blade went right through her cleavage, killing her. Once she dropped, behind her was a duo. A tall, anthropomorphic wolf and a girl.

Next thing you know you’re in a cell. The one thing dividing you from the rest of the place is barbed wire and wood. The wood has several open spaces for you to look out. When you look out, you see one of the duo. It was a girl. She’s painting on the walls. Besides her was a table. This place seemed like their hideout. She’s humming a tune, a tune you recognize. You spoke out your thoughts, saying you know that tune.

“Everyone knows that song.. who are you? Why are you here?”

you explain to her you were invited by an old friend, and now you can’t leave. (Either that or a story of your own).

“Then you know more than we do. One we don't even exist... just... thoughts. And the next minute... this place.”

you asked her if she was going to let you out of your makeshift cell.

“Down here, strangers aren't good things. How can we trust you? We don't even know what you are.”

you ask her name at least.

“I… I honestly don't know my name... ... so they call me Alice. But I'm no angel.”