allisonjwatts

[allisonjwatts]

"LIKE AN APPARITION APPEARED IN THE KITCHEN, I AM OVERPOWERED..."

►GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Allison Jean Watts NICKNAME(S): Ally, AJ, Ally-Jean LABEL: The Mystic / The Seeker AGE: 30 DATE OF BIRTH: October 13, 1994 ZODIAC: Libra Sun, Pisces Rising, Virgo Moon GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female; She/Her HERITAGE: German, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, English, Danish SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English OCCUPATION: Occult Specialist / Folklorist / Podcast Host SEXUALITY & ROMANCE: Lesbian; Homoromantic

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Grace Van Patten HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 121 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Right HAIR COLOR: Brunette - currently dyed blonde EYE COLOR: Brown SCARS: None notable. TATTOOS: White ink rune for protection that she found in her mother's journal - on her right ribs

►PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Inquisitive, Resilient, Charming, Romantic. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Enigmatic, Defiant, Lonely, Guarded. LIKES: Collecting vintage typewriters and trying to write letters on them, the sound of rain hitting old tin roofs, wearing mismatched socks, practicing calligraphy with ink she makes herself, drinking strong black coffee in vintage porcelain cups, having a small collection of odd-shaped crystals and stones on her windowsill, finding obscure herbs and plants for her teas and spells, listening to audiobooks in the car during night drives. DISLIKES: The smell of new plastic or synthetic materials, people who overuse emojis in serious conversations, overly bright, fluorescent lighting, when people mispronounce Latin or old European languages, the sound of loud chewing or slurping, people who touch her books or journals without permission, excessive small talk at networking events.

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: Nyctophobia DISORDERS: Not diagnosed. ALLERGIES: N/A

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, NYC, NY CURRENT RESIDENCE: Windsor Bay, OR EDUCATION LEVEL: MA in Anthropology with concentration on Occult Studies & Folklore FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: - Kevin Watts, 67, Father, Not In Contact - Genevieve Watts, 42, Step-Mother, Not In Contact - Serena Watts, Mother, DECEASED

►FAVORITES

FOOD: Black Garlic Ramen with Soft-Boiled Egg and Charred Greens DRINK: Smoked lapsang souchong tea with oat milk and a touch of honey MOVIE: The Others TV SHOW: The OA BAND/ARTIST: Chelsea Wolfe SONG: “Teignmouth” by Patrick Wolf

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: INFJ ENNEAGRAM: The Individualist (4w5) TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good SIN: Pride VIRTUE: Courage ELEMENT: Water CHARACTER PLAYLIST

“It’s hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake him off”

► BIOGRAPHY

TW; Death mention, Struggles with sexuality/acceptance

Born into New York’s elite, Allison Watts grew up surrounded by marble halls, leather-bound books, and the weight of legacy. Her family, the Watts', were titans of publishing—owners of Watts & Whitmore, a century-old literary empire known for its prestige and political influence. Her childhood home was an Upper East Side townhouse steeped in silence and expectation, more museum than sanctuary. From an early age, Allison was labeled the heir apparent. She was taught how to walk, talk, and think like a future CEO. Piano at five. French by seven. Public appearances by twelve. Her days were structured down to the hour, and her future had a five-year plan by the time she entered high school. But the deeper truth was less polished. Allison’s mother—her birth mother—died under mysterious circumstances when Allison was just three. Officially, it was “an accident,” but whispers followed the family for years. Her stepmother, Genevieve, entered the picture almost immediately after, cloaked in elegance and secrecy. Only later would Allison begin to uncover the truth: her mother’s obsession with the occult was real, and Genevieve was far more than she seemed. While Allison’s exterior was poised perfection—private schools, cotillion balls, and Ivy League grooming—her interior life was something else entirely. She was endlessly curious, inexplicably drawn to the arcane, the forbidden, the mystical. As a child, she would steal away to read about Tarot, spirit photography, and Victorian séance culture. She kept dream journals and coded letters, half in Latin, half in longing. By the time she was a teenager, Allison knew she was queer—but queerness had no place in the world she was born into. Her queerness, like her fascination with death and the hidden world, was folded into silence. Even among friends, she kept her true self veiled behind charm and intellect. She was adored, envied, watched—but never truly known. At twenty-two, fresh out of her elite liberal arts college, Allison’s father revealed his “surprise”: a pending engagement to Rowan Montgomery, the heir to another powerful family. It was a merger masked as a marriage. Rowan was kind, dull, and completely unaware of Allison’s internal war. She played along—for a while. Secretly, she applied to Cornell, lying to her family about attending Columbia Law. Instead, she enrolled in a graduate program in anthropology, with a focus on occult studies and folklore. Her thesis was on “The Repressed Witch: Queerness, Power, and Persecution in American Occult Traditions.” She met Zara in a graduate seminar. Zara, who saw straight through Allison’s masks. Their connection was instant, electric, and utterly terrifying. For the first time in her life, Allison felt seen. When the wedding date loomed, Allison detonated the life constructed for her. On what was supposed to be her engagement weekend in the Hamptons, she stood before her family and told the truth. She was gay. She had never wanted this life. She would not be a bride, or an heir, or a Watts in the way they demanded. The fallout was nuclear. Her father disowned her. Genevieve called her “possessed.” The trust fund vanished. The invitations were retracted. And Allison—grieving, furious, liberated—packed two suitcases and left New York behind. Now living in a tiny apartment in Windsor Bay, Oregon, Allison makes her living through her podcast, “The Obscura Files”, which explores hidden histories, lost goddesses, secret societies, and the supernatural roots of civilization. The podcast has a modest but loyal following, and it has become both her income and her therapy. She consults for museums, indie documentaries, and even the occasional private client—people who want to find haunted things, or understand what they’ve inherited. She’s a scholar, yes—but she also believes. Deeply.

► PERSONALITY (DEEP DIVE)

Allison is defined by a profound need to uncover hidden truths—about the world, about her past, and most importantly, about herself. She is drawn toward mystery not just intellectually, but spiritually and emotionally. She embodies the Seeker archetype—always searching, always questioning—but with the soul of a Mystic, who believes the hidden is sacred. Allison’s self-concept is composed of clashing dualities—privilege and rebellion, visibility and secrecy, intellect and belief. Her early life was dictated by external expectation, leaving her with a deep ambivalence toward structure and authority. Yet, once she made the decision to break away, she did so with unwavering conviction. Her sense of self may feel unstable at times, but she is never passive in her self-definition. Allison learned young how to perform: to hide her queerness, her grief, her fascination with the occult. This has made her an adept social chameleon, able to navigate elite spaces with charm and poise. But beneath that lies a profound hunger for authenticity, a desire that now governs her adult life. Her current work—and the emotional risks she takes—are all aimed at reclaiming what was once suppressed. Allison is both deeply romantic and deeply guarded. Her formative relationships (a distant father, a cold stepmother, a deceased birth mother) conditioned her to expect abandonment or manipulation. She longs to be known, but fears what will happen when she is. This push-pull dynamic is reflected in her relationship with Zara: an intense emotional bond she both embraced and feared. Allison's attachment to memory, lineage, and myth is not just scholarly—it's emotional. She relates to the dead, the forgotten, and the haunted because she sees herself among them. She may struggle with living people, but she has profound intimacy with what’s gone. Allison blends intellect and instinct with unusual fluidity. She is analytically sharp—trained in anthropology, folklore, and cultural theory—but she also trusts dreams, symbols, and gut feelings. This synthesis allows her to work in both academic and esoteric domains without contradiction. Allison doesn’t just gather facts; she decodes patterns. She’s drawn to systems of meaning—runes, Tarot, poetry—because they offer frameworks for understanding emotional chaos. Her mind organizes reality symbolically, turning personal trauma into mythic narrative. Outwardly poised, Allison manages her emotions through intense self-control, ritual, and intellectualization. Internally, however, she experiences a maelstrom of longing, grief, rage, and love. Her podcast and research are emotional outlets disguised as academic work. Not clinically depressed, but marked by a persistent low-grade sorrow—a residue of exile, unresolved mourning (her mother, Zara), and the ache of unsatisfied longing. This melancholy lends her a poetic sensibility but also inhibits her from fully embracing the present. Allison does not believe in moral binaries. Her values are shaped by empathy, intuition, and personal truth. When forced to choose between decorum and honesty, she chooses honesty—often at great cost. She is willing to dismantle institutions, relationships, and even herself in pursuit of truth. Her moral decisions often resemble mythic choices: the daughter who leaves the palace, the witch who chooses exile, the lover who walks through fire. These inner narratives influence how she sees herself—as someone meant to bear pain for the sake of transformation. People are drawn to Allison—her beauty, her intensity, her intelligence—but very few get inside her inner circle. She can charm a room, but connection is rare and sacred to her. She thrives in one-on-one intimacy but finds social performance exhausting. Because she was once silenced, she is drawn to the silenced—queer ancestors, folk practices dismissed as “irrational,” histories erased. She feels responsible for these voices and often takes on a kind of archivist or midwife role to lost narratives.

► HEADCANONS

Collects antique Tarot decks and spirit photography from the 19th century.

Favorite poet: H.D. (Hilda Doolittle).

Keeps a journal she never lets anyone read—half anthropology notes, half spells.

She has a secret stash of vintage postcards from occult shops and old libraries, which she sends to herself as reminders of places she dreams of visiting.

Her phone wallpaper is a faded photo of a Victorian-era spirit photographer she admires.

When nervous, Allison unconsciously taps her fingers in a rhythm that matches old folk songs she studied in college.

She collects vintage fountain pens but only writes her most important journal entries with a specific emerald-green one.

Allison has a tiny potted lavender plant on her windowsill that she talks to, believing it soothes her energy.

She’s terrible at small talk but is an excellent mimic and can perfectly imitate a dry British accent for sarcastic inner commentary.

Whenever she’s deep in research, she wears a mismatched pair of earrings—one shaped like a moon, the other a star.

Her idea of a perfect day off involves a mix of thrift store hunting for books and binge-watching old black-and-white horror films.

She once tried making her own incense blend but accidentally created something that smelled like burnt rubber; she still keeps it because it “reminds her of failure and growth.”

When writing podcast scripts, she reads them aloud to her cat for “performance practice.”

She has a playlist of ambient sounds—like crackling fireplaces, rain on windows, and distant church bells—that she plays to help her focus.

Allison keeps a secret file of weird, little-known folk superstitions she wants to try out someday.

She has a superstition of never crossing running water without touching a hidden charm sewn into her coat.

On birthdays, instead of parties, she writes handwritten letters to herself reflecting on the past year and future hopes.

[allisonjwatts]

GRACE VAN PATTEN in archival Dolce & Gabbana for the Tell Me Lies Season 2 Premiere via hair stylist Bobby Eliot