A'DALE, Allan

[Allan A'dale]

GOOD DAY ALLAN A’DALE present.

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o u t o f c h a r a c t e r

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Hello, I am KnightonGirl (KG). I have been RPGing for about two years.
Other characters that I play are not on here…but I have many, other places .
If you need to contact me, please PM/MESSANGER me at either my charrie or msn me at [e-mail].

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name: Allan A’dale
nicknames: None. It’s Allan…just Allan. *wink* He detests to be called "Al".
age: 25
occupation: Outlaw/Pickpocket/Trickster

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hair: He has a closely-shaven beard and his hair is most of the time untidy, however, he makes sure there is always an air of style about it. The length is an average short cut, but longer on the top for a bit of volume and its colour is a nice honey brown.
eyes: His eyes are a deep, brilliant, blue-ish grey. They are very expressive so you can most of the time figure out what mood he is in (cheeky, sad, genuinely happy, etc.).
build: Allan has a medium build, though, as of late he has been a bit thin. This may come from him living for others instead of living for himself and squandering away his money on a whim as he was used to doing before he met Robin.
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.
face claim: Joe Armstrong

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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
-Speed
-Bravery
-Knowledge in the use of weaponry
-Charm
-Concern for the people he loves (friends/family)
-Loyalty
-Cunning
weaknesses: (I thought you wanted 15 so I literally thought them up…took me awhile though)
-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
-Can’t help pushing Much’s buttons
-The temptation of money…but not recently
-Reminders, nightmares, and thoughts about his brother’s death
-Concern for people he loves (friends/family)
-Lack of the ability to read or write
-He can be a show off
-Allan can’t resist a good meal
-Remembering all the things that happened in the Holy Land
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.

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.

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parents:Benedict A’dale (Father-status unknown)
Elizabeth A’dale (Mother-status unknown)
siblings:Tom A’dale (Brother-Deceased)
other significant people: None Known
hometown: Claims to be from Rochdale, England
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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member title: Resident Charmer
where did you hear about us? Nottingham RPG I believe.
anything else? I am very excited about playing Allan…I have wanted to for a LONG time…and just for the record….I hate the third series!
password: i<3gisborne
RPG sample: The shadow surrounded him, it was like a dark cloak shrouding his heart. He could not stand the feeling, so he generally tried not to think of it. HE had made his choice, but there were countless times that he would find himself avoiding the pleaful looks of the peasants in the town.

Allan opened his eyes quickly to the hazy black morning as he groaned at the coming dawn. Shutting his eyes once more he found he could not longer sleep. He rolled out of his warm, comfortable bed slowly. In his groggy stupor he stumbled into a side table, making his foot throb. He realized his thoughts ere not in the present at a Lordly Manor, but in the past, in another place and time. Allan finally fell into a chair. In front of him, upon the table, was a filled coin purse and his sword.

After he had rubbed his face, his eyes fell one the well rounded purse. He stared at it for a few moments before shoving it across the table, sending it jingling. Normally he would have taken its contents and admired them, however, this morning was somehow different. As he stretched, his eyes met the window stranding ajar, the blue sky outside was beautiful. Allan could hear the rustlings of a new day and smell the smoke from the fireplaces in the tiny houses surrounding the Manor in which he sat. Thinking he was the only one awake he started when he heard someone passing by his room on the wood landing. He watched the door, hoping that it would stay stationary and the dawns silence would not be broken.

Being purposely quiet, his breathing also ceased, however, the stranger outside of the door seemed to not want to be disturbed either, they had already made it to the stairs. Letting out his breath he turned back around to his original position. He was safe, but not for long. After a few moments he had found he had left his chair and was leaning his hands on the now open window’s sill. The refreshing morning breeze met his face and swept gently through his brown hair.

The room was lighter now as the sun was beginning to rise and send soft gold strips across the expanse of the sky. It must have been in honour of the man who had given his life up to save another the day before; it was the former sheriff, Edward of Knighton. Everything seemed to be in silence, the world had rushed back to reality, as it does when you loose someone close to you. It had happened once before for the man standing at the Manor window. His brother died by evil…the same evil that he was now working for.

Allan brushed his right hand through his hair quickly at the thought of his brother. Taking a breath, he strode over to his bedside and took up a fresh shirt that had been laid out for him, placing it over his head. Making his way to the door, he opened it, made sure the coast was clear, and silently descended the stairs. As his stomach began to whine, he spotted his master sitting at the fire in a high-backed chair. He too seemed in a pensive mood.

As he made it to the bottom of the stairs, he tried desperately to head straight into the kitchen-
"Allan." This was quietly growled from the direction of the fire. He was caught.

Allan’s whole body tensed and then relaxed, as he let out a small breath in surrender when his name was called.
"Uh. Yeah?" His voice had become the same old lax. He was dreading what his master’s next words would be. They were undoubtedly going to be intertwined together to make some sort of command. His master, Sir Guy of Gisborne, seemed not to move. He only sat in his chair, his face expressionless; at least the parts of his face that Allan could actually see. There was a pause.

"-Nevermind." Once more his voice portrayed a cold air. Allan stood motionless waiting for Guy’s next words; they did not come. Allan decided to try his luck, turning on his heel, his destination: the kitchen.

To his surprise, the brooding man said nothing. Allan gave a soft chuckle at his victory and at the thick leg of chicken sitting on the cutting table. Grabbing up the plate on which the food lay, he plopped into a chair and opened his mouth to gorge himself.

"Oi!" He called out when he was slapped on the back of his head, making him sit bolt upright in the chair. He was not even able to taste the juicy chicken.
"I should scold you for that!" It was a small, elderly woman, shaking her finger vigorously at the startled man.
"I’m not bein’ funny; I think you are scoldin’!" He began to rub the back of his neck. He didn’t even know from where she had come, and boy, she had quite an arm!
"Taking the master’s plate! You should be ashamed!" She was shaking her head now. She snatched the food from Allan’s hands without spilling a thing.
"I am ashamed! Just don’t hit me again!" His mouth still hung open in amazement. He relaxed once more as he looked at the food longingly.

Before bringing out the breakfast to her master, she placed a small vine of grapes on the plate with care as an accent. As she rounded the corner toward Guy, she turned and gave Allan a fearfully, stern look, then went about her business.

Allan sat there a moment before his eyes began searching for more food. From the sounds of his stomach, he would settle for anything. His stare fell upon a day old half loaf of bread. It looked appetizing enough. He glanced over to the kitchen door, and the opened door to the outside, just to make sure she wasn’t watching. Making his way over to the bread, a smile spread across his face. Suddenly he could hear Guy refusing the food, even at the woman’s pleas. Allan stopped in half reach for the loaf when he heard the servant’s footsteps, he casually leaned on a counter.

When the woman made it into the room, she looked at Allan, suspicion in her eyes.

"Guy didn’t want it?" A smile tugged at the corner of Allan’s mouth when he said this, but it quickly vanished when she glared at him.
"The poor master can’t eat. His mind is wonderin’ again." Her stern expression became soft as she uttered these words.

She laid the plate down in Allan’s direction. The elderly woman shook her head as she went from the house to tend to the laundry. As the woman left, Allan’s eyes followed her and then slowly turned to the untouched food upon the cutting table when she had disappeared. He let out a soft chuckle as he strode quickly toward the food.

Fearing that it would be taken from him again, he snatched up the fire-roasted chicken and opened his mouth. He could finally taste it; he could feel it on his teeth-

"Allan. Get ready, we’re going to the castle." Allan could hear the high-backed chair creaking as Guy got up. Twirling the chicken leg in his hand, he was debating whether or not to take a bite. Opening his mouth wide for a big bite he lunged for the meat hastily, but to no avail.

"ALLAN!" Guy growled loudly. Allan dropped the food on the plate, he placed the plate on the counter as he reluctantly left it behind.

"Comin’!" Allan said this as he rushed up behind Guy, and then into his own room to get ready for the day.