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Allen 

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Specialty/Archetype: Allen is a Melee Survivalist and Hunter. He is an expert of the wasteland and what it bears. He could also be classified as a Beastmaster due to a Mutation he has, but none knows of it except himself. He wields melee weapons in both agile and heavy manners. That coupled with survival knowledge and grand hunting instincts makes him one of the best Slayers.

Appearance/Gear: Allen is a stout man, who stands at six feet tall, with a muscular and athletic build. He is of a good build compared to the common waster, but one who trains and fights as he does grows into a build such as his, and thus he is a product of nothing more then will to fight. His armor is a mixture of armor and old Brotherhood of Steel Scribe robes. He wears the base of the armor beneath the robes, leaving the plating on his legs and his torso, but removing the shoulder pad and placing it over the mantle of the Robes to give an anchor point for the whole set. His armor is both for faction identification, and combat style. The robes offer little protection to weaponry, but they offer an environmental protection through functionality and design. Brotherhood robes and non-power armor designs are made with lead infused materials to dilute radiation, this effect is minimal, but it can work out in some situations. The mere functionality of the robes also offers protection from dirt, dust, and wind much like a duster as well as offering protection from flame and sparks, because it can quickly be jerked off the armor and tossed aside. All in all, his armor is adequate, but it certainly isn't power armor. His weaponry at this moment consist of a simple Fire Axe, and nothing more. 

Mutations: Allen has one major mutation and two minor mutations, which are mostly hidden to his own mind, The major mutation is commonly known as BeastMaster's Mind, which was coined by the only tribe known to use it. It is a mutation that allows Allen to almost Mentally connect with smaller beasts and read their mind. Now, whether it literally links the mind, or just effects the mind to allow Allen to "think" like an animal and communicate through body language is unknown entirely. The minor mutations are known as Night Eye, and Barkskin, which are both minor mutations effecting the eyes and skin, with a self-explanatory set of names. Night Eye is a mutation that gives the bearer eyes which are able to react much like a Feline's and pick up the faintest hint of light at night to allow Night Vision. Barkskin is the self-explanatory reference of which indicates the bearer of the mutation has harder skin, nearly strong as Bark on hardwood trees. 

Personality: Allen holds himself with respect, and a good nature. He tries to hold his tongue for things of the lesser nature then good, as this world is not one of grand morality for all. Though, the world around him seems corrupt in so many ways, he and his fellow Slayers seem to make an impact on those they help, and are able to influence the denizens they meet, which brings joy to his heart and mind. He fights and speak valiantly, whenever the call for the justice or righteous nature is sounded, though he has a secret of his own, a dark calling, one of unknown proportions and consequences. His very body runs with the will to fight for what is right, but it also flows with an unnatural will force, a sensation that fills his mind, and something that envelopes his body. 

History: Allen was born just eight years before the cataclysmic event that occurred in the southern part of the Mojave Wasteland. At the time of the event his family and himself, which consisted of his mother, his father, and himself, were traveling through the wastes and happened upon the sight of the blast. The massive cloud rose into the air and a thundering quake roared through the sky and earth alike. The flash of the event blinded people for great distances, including the family, and when the dust settled hours later the family were in shock. They knew nothing of the event and what to expect of it, for all they new another war for Atom only know's what could be brewing. They fled the area and found the nearest settlement, that of which also saw the explosion and it's awful allure. They spent weeks in the town, afraid, confused, and in awe of what had happened, they had become town folks over these weeks, and this is where Allen knew what he would do, for after only a month, the town became a battlefield. The town had to fend off the earliest droves of Ghouls, dozens of the feral abominations at once, and it wasn't until a few months of fighting off the beasts that the droves finally settled, but the wastes were still filled with masses of roaming ghouls. No one knew why, no one knew how, but Allen knew when... He vowed from that time, from the very moment the mushroom cloud peaked the sky, that he would end this despair. 

After a few short years, when the boy was merely a teenager, Allen forced himself to learn day in and day out. He was use to being around the town all of the time, but now he forced his way out and into the outskirts of town, where he tempted death. He would lure and kill lone Feral Ghouls outside of the town. He would build pitfalls, or make other traps and kill them. He spent months doing this, before on a special day strangers rode into town in a caravan. A trader picked up some friends, or so it had seemed. They were men in robes and armor, the robes resembled Brotherhood Scribe robes to an unnatural extant and they all bore weapons openly, though they carried smiles rather then hostility with the townsfolk. It made Allen and many of the residents question the arrival of these men, and then the men revealed themselves so openly in a town gathering. They spoke of themselves as "Slayers" men who worked for a small church to eliminate and help denizens of the wastes' settlements. They had come to help the town, though some time short of when they truly could have used the help. They had lost so many lives in those months, and in the years to come they dwindled further. Their help was much appreciated by the town though, as they offered repair and building services to support the towns structural needs as well as patrols and sweeps across the nearby terrain to remove as many of the directly present threats. Their presence, the mere aspect of their ideal, drew Allen's attention in a way greater then anything or anyone before them. His ideal, even as a kid, was something of pure-born maturity to the knowledge of the modern world and it's grand problems. He watched them, followed them, studied them, and even acted like them as best he could, and for several years he managed to act just enough like them to catch their attention of him. 

A few years down the road, when the lad became a man, the Slayers began to recruit people with potential and the will to do what needed to be done in many cases. Allen was on the roster, he has spent a few years training in the off time with one of the Rookie Slayers, and learning how to fight, trap, and survive the many dangers within the wastes. This young man became a well-trained, Rookie and was inducted into the Slayers per request of Allen himself. They are not the type to force people to join, they only take in those who offer aid, with potential to train of course, and allow the sense of justice and honor to show who will fight and who will stay home. This was Allen's transition, he went from a boy with anger-fueled hatred for the wastes, to a man who fought with a valiant sense of protection for those who live in this corrupted world. 

This became Allen's song, a constant beat to march along the chords of what must be done to protect the settlements of the modern world. He became a Slayer, and more importantly he became a Paladin...

Other: Allen has a Coyote Companion who is named Clementine. She has been for his side several years now, and will always be there until the day they day. 
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