Post by Allan A'Dale on Sept 11, 2009 17:15:34 GMT 1
" Got some ideas where I could get in. "
Allan A'Dale
name , Allan A'Dale (Middle Unknown)
nicknames , None. It’s Allan…just Allan. *wink* He detests to be called "Al".
age & date of birth , 25-Born Midsummer's Day 1169
gender , Male
Class/Position, Outlaw
played by , Joe Armstrong
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height , 5'9”-6'
tattoos and piercings , None
distinguishing features , He really doesn’t have any besides his cheeky smile, a long scar on his left arm, and a few small, barely noticeable,scars all over his arms and hands from helping his father in the blacksmith shop.
personal style , Allan is generally in shades of brown. Though all of his clothes are beginning to look worn, he tries to take every care to look good. He wears a shirt that ties up at the sleeves, and a vest over it that has three buckles. His trousers look like camouflage, and add to the many shades he wears. His boots are worn from traveling and running from guards, but they are still in good condition and quite comfortable to wear.
For rainy and cold winter days, or for keeping low, he has his trusty grey-ish cloak that, though tattered, is a defender against the elements...or those 'not in a good mood guards over there.' When it is very cold he sometimes wears a scarf about his neck.
He is rarely seen without a sword at his side and occasionally a longbow. He also wears a dagger on his right hip, just in case.
There is also the insignia he wears about his neck to mark his allegiance to Robin, made from wood that Will kindly bestowed on everyone in the gang.
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likes ,
-Adventures
-A pint
-Good, hearty meals
-Hitting Guards
-Sleeping in…or sleeping at all
-A good trick on the sheriff, especially when they are executing Allan’s plan
-Seeing the sheriff’s face after his plots have been foiled
-Sitting somewhere in the forest or in a glade on a bright summer’s day
-DOGS!!!
-The camp. Now they don’t have to keep moving about the forest and he has a bed…that’s NOT on the ground.
dislikes ,
-Not resting after a big mission
-Guards
-A dismal rainy day
-Being reminded of his days as a traitor
-Seeing Guy
-Sitting around while having nothing to do
-The sheriff and when he wins
-Not being in front of a warm fire during the winter months
-Being rejected by a girl
-Seeing the guards pushing people around
-The dungeons
-Oddly, he does not like ropes…I mean hanging from them…
-…..and brussel sprouts…..
strengths ,
-Wit
-Bravery
-Knowledge in the use of weaponry
-Charm
-Concern for the people he loves (friends/family)
-Loyalty
-Cunning
weaknesses ,
-Can be lazy
-Cheeky, which can get him in some trouble with guards
-Untruthful at times
-Rash
-Jealous
-Women (showing off/flirting)
-Temper flares when built up
-The temptation of money
-Concern for people he loves (friends/family)
-Lack of the ability to read or write
-Allan can’t resist a good meal
fears ,
-Death
-Reminders, nightmares, and thoughts about his brother’s death
-Being abandoned, being forgotten...
overall personality , Allan is quite lax about the world, though he is quick to defend himself when the time arises. At one time he might have even lied if he was in to much of a bind or was ashamed of the truth. Though he still has that liar and thief mentality, Allan has been watching his tongue around the gang because he has more secrets now than he did before...
He will not admit it, but he is very thankful to Robin for both saving his life and pushing him to be better. Although, it might have taken a littler longer than expected. Allan still likes to show off though, which can get him into some trouble if he is not careful. He loves a good laugh also, even if that means pushing Much’s buttons.
Allan still, sometimes feels overshadowed by Robin because at one time he was his own leader, he was the hero; before he started helping Robin. Generally he can fight off this feeling, but occasionally it can get to him. Thankfully, however, something always arises to free him of those thoughts; although he is finding himself having those thoughts more and more.
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hometown , Claims to be from Rochdale, England
father , Benedict A’dale: Blacksmith (age & status unknown)
mother , Elizabeth A’dale (occupation, age & status unknown)
siblings , Tom A’dale (Brother-Deceased)
pets , N/A
history , Allan A'dale was born, Midsummers Day in the year 1169 to a Blacksmith and his wife; Benedict and Elizabeth. Though they were blacksmiths, they had a scarce amount of money but enough love for a family that many would envy. A few months after he turned two, Sarah gave birth to another son, Thomas A'dale. Allan was more than excited. He would be able to have a friend, and someone to whom he could teach everything he knew.
Unfortunately for Allan, however, his "lessons" could not start until "baby Tom" was a bit bigger. He was not completely put out though, this gave him a chance to learn more himself. Allan would spend the morning helping around his father's shop and the family's house; after lunch he would explore the forest of Rochdale and its surrounding villages. By the age of ten Allan was helping his father full time with blacksmith work. He would build the fire, fetch water, and deliver orders; learning more and more as he went. Though, him and Tom tried to find any time that they could explore and play in between work.
When Allan was fifteen and Tom thirteen they had been practicing with swords for three years, and had become pretty good. So good however, that Allan and his brother would challenge the other boys of Rochdale and the other towns to wooden sword fights; and the A'dale boys would generally win even against the rare noble boy. Then and there was born the pride of the A'dale brothers.
After a while Allan began to beg his father for a real sword. And since he was a blacksmith it would not be that hard. Allan even offered to help and so his father relented and let the older boy have his sword that he hung proudly upon his belt.
Allan hated that their family could not have a better life. He would notice every nobleman or woman pass by in their carriages and on horses with their jewelry and trinkets shining the rays of the sun. He hated that his family would sometimes have to sacrifice dinner or some other meal while the nobles just down the road would be having a great feast. How could he gain power like that so that his parents would not have to suffer?
At seventeen years of age Allan fell in love with a beautiful villager girl. Marriage was making its way from the back of his mind to the front, but he did not notice. He could not help but show off to her. One time this went to far; he had been learning, slowly but surely, how to juggle long sticks with fire at the end. This was more for fun, not for his future career. After twirling them about a few times and some "please be careful"s from the girl, Allan seemed to have a crowd; a group of young, guards. This made him smile proudly.
However, from behind Allan felt a fleeting force upon his back, it was one of the guards. He quickly lost his balance and his hold on the fire-sticks. After they had fallen to the ground Allan threw them into the water that he had had ready all the while listening to the laughter of the soldiers. Looking to them Allan mocked there laughing and then glared.
Allan had been burned only slightly by the few embers that had fallen upon his arms and hands, but the girl helped him tend to the burns making his heart beat faster.
A week later Allan was coming from his family's small house when he saw that the girl was being annoyed by the bumbling guards that had taunted Allan. His face hastily turned from a carefree expression to one of anger. Striding over to the group, Allan picked up a broom and slammed it over one of the guards head. In a minute Allan found himself running from six men on horses with nice, sharp swords.
Thankfully he had found a climbing tree and the guards passed it by unknowingly; but that did not last long. Allan moved to make his decent and it happened quicker than expected. A branch cracked and down he fell cutting his arm deeply along the way. When he collided with the ground all he could see was the sky fading to black.
After finally making his way back home, he found the girl and her family had been evicted from their home. Allan was devastated, but he now knew that Rochdale was not the place he wanted to be. After telling his mother and father that he would be back at some point he set off and unbeknown to Allan his brother was in close pursuit.
Tom joined Allan not long after the journey began and they began spending their days and making money by tricks in the pubs and in the streets; getting in trouble here and there and always finding ways out; and sometimes pickpocketing and hunting to survive.
They were a good team but Tom was slightly jealous as Allan was making a bit more money than he was. One morning the elder A'dale brother woke up to nothing; no horse, no money, no clothes except the ones on his back and no brother. Though angry, Allan continued on his own, but he did miss his brother. He loved flirting with the girls in every town, making the guards crazy everyday, having money, and spending his it on anything he wanted. In all, he loved his life of freedom.
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roleplay sample ,
So many emotions went through his mind at the same moment the cloth was dropped from is brother's hanging body. He couldn't stand to look at it, but his eyes wouldn't allow him to look away. He wanted to kill the sheriff, but he also wanted to go away, by himself, and cry until he could not produce any more tears. He also could not believe it. He would never see his brother again. How was he supposed to live if he was never going to see his best friend again?
Sure! He was angry at Tom for taking all of his things and leaving him in the middle of the night, but he would never have wished something like this on him!Suddenly Allan felt something creeping down his cheek from his crystal blue eyes; a tear. He couldn't help it, he didn't want to help it. He wanted to mourn his brother; scream in fact. . .and then tear the sheriff limb from limb. The only one holding him back from that was Djaq. He could easily have pushed her aside and made his way to the center of the courtyard but he felt comforted around her. She was the only thing he could hear through all of the stifled sounds around him.
The plan was supposed to go off so well! They were going to go in, get back his brother, and live happily ever after. That was what it was like for everyone else! Allan had always been there for his brother when he was in trouble, but this time Tom had died thinking his brother would save him, Allan had failed. More tears filled up his eyes as these thoughts tore at him unceasingly.
Sure! He was angry at Tom for taking all of his things and leaving him in the middle of the night, but he would never have wished something like this on him!Suddenly Allan felt something creeping down his cheek from his crystal blue eyes; a tear. He couldn't help it, he didn't want to help it. He wanted to mourn his brother; scream in fact. . .and then tear the sheriff limb from limb. The only one holding him back from that was Djaq. He could easily have pushed her aside and made his way to the center of the courtyard but he felt comforted around her. She was the only thing he could hear through all of the stifled sounds around him.
The plan was supposed to go off so well! They were going to go in, get back his brother, and live happily ever after. That was what it was like for everyone else! Allan had always been there for his brother when he was in trouble, but this time Tom had died thinking his brother would save him, Allan had failed. More tears filled up his eyes as these thoughts tore at him unceasingly.
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