awriternamedian
Not made of lies and deceit
Age: 28 ish
Gender: Male
Side: Rebel
Race: Human?
Occupation: Tavern Keeper
Appearance: Small for a man, he stands at 5'4, with a deceptively lean and small frame. Much stronger than he appears and willing to prove it if needed. His hair is dark brown, and is cut too short to pull back, but long enough that he's constantly brushing it out of his sharp face. Bright green eyes sit above a nose that's just slightly crooked from having been broken a couple times, and his skin has the slightest hint of a tan. He typically dresses well, better than one would expect of a tavern keeper. His right ear is pierced, usually sporting a gold hoop.
Strengths:
Personable - There's always been something about him that put people at ease. He's disarming and charismatic, and can talk to anyone about anything. It's very rare for him to come across someone who dislikes him, and when he does he generally finds the situation amusing.
Intelligent - He is a complete sponge when it comes to information and knowledge. New concepts come easily to him, and is always gracious when proven wrong about something. As such, he's found he can hold his own against people in much higher stations, with more formal education.
Gifted fighter - His father was a former guard, and thought it important to teach him at least the basics of fighting. He took to it incredibly well, and spent a good deal of time training with his father, as well as other guards. He wasn't shy about learning from the various people who drifted through their tavern either. While he doesn't have many opportunities to learn from new people any more, he does spend a good deal of his free time training and practicing.
Flaws:
Sadistic - Not so much an emotional sadist, as he's too good with his personable persona, he finds that he very much enjoys the physical pain of others. He's unsure where this comes from, but he does keep it under control.
Emotionless - While very good at appearing 'human', inside he's rather cold and analytical. People are either useful to him or they aren't. The only person he's ever loved is his sister. Not even his parents held a place in his heart.
Disloyal - His loyalty extends to only three things: himself, his sister, and his goals. All others are simply pawns. As long as someone is useful to what he wants, he will remain as loyal to them as he is to his sister. But once they're no longer useful, he could sell them out without any sort of effect on his conscience... as long as he has something to gain from it.
Personality: Despite his outward charm, Allan is a very cold man. Almost everything about his persona is carefully crafted to put people at ease around him. As such, he is the person everyone comes to to spill their woes, frequently along side of their secrets. He is a collector of knowledge, of all knowledge, and he unashamedly uses it to his advantage. While he considers all knowledge to be important, no matter how trivial, he does not extend that to people. Everyone is replaceable, once they've worn out their use, but he's always very careful not to let others see that. Because though he gives his loyalty to no one, he easily commands the loyalty of others, often without too much effort.
Background: Allan's very first memory is of meeting his sister's unseeing eyes. He was around four years old at the time, living on the streets by himself, and has no memory of anything prior to that instance. Her parents, being kind, loving people, brought him home and raised him as their own. He began to notice he wasn't quite like other children around age eight, that he didn't experience the same highs and lows of emotion that they did, and it made it very hard for him to make friends.
His sister was always his one exception. He was fiercely loyal and protective of her, helping her to do the things she couldn't because of her blindness, to manage her mercurial emotions, talking her down when she was struck with a vision. Part of the reason he trained so hard while learning to fight was to ensure that he'd always be able to protect her.
When he was around twelve, their parents changed the name of their tavern to Seer and Sword, in honor of their daughter and her faithful warrior.
At around twenty two, his mother became very sick, very fast. She passed away within two weeks, and their father died maybe a month later, said to be of a broken heart. Having been heavily involved in how the tavern was run since he was small, Allan took over alongside his sister. And while the place was popular before, it thrived under his hands.
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