Allen Walker (
showmystar) wrote2017-04-20 07:19 pm
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PLAYER↴ Name: Nico Contact: Other Characters: N/A CHARACTER↴ Character Name: Allen Walker Age: 16 Species: Human Canon: D.Gray-man Canon Point: chapter 212 -- hiding out from the Order; just after Kanda and Johnny find him, he runs off and collapses under a bridge. Character Info: here Personality: Allen Walker began his life as an orphan in a traveling circus, where a clown by the name of Mana adopted him. His new father became his role model, the only person in the world, and so Allen adopted that clown’s mannerisms. Allen is nearly always wearing that Mana mask--a mask of soft-spoken politesse. When angry, he grins through his teeth, and one might think he’s a shark about to take a very polite chunk out of them. He has a temper on him, and when it explodes, the bratty side of him erupts. Despite how kind and polite he his, Allen is still a teenager, and his immaturity shows. He naively wants to save everyone in front of him--but it is only those in front of him that he tries to save. “I’m a small man,” he once said. “I can only save the people right before my eyes.” He only saves people because he doesn't want to see more bad things happen, or he doesn't want to lose his friends. Selfish, selfish--and he knows it. He’s the type to cry when he isn’t able to save one little girl, but then not spend much thought on another person’s war in a country he’s never been. Of course, this means he doesn’t think much about the future; if he can give his life to save someone today, it doesn’t matter if he could have saved someone tomorrow. He hasn’t met them yet. Allen has a hero complex with a tendency toward martyrdom; he’d rather die to save his friends than live to see them die. He realizes this is incredibly selfish, but he doesn’t do much to change his recklessness in battle. The only thing that has ever swayed him was his friend, Lenalee, in tears as she yelled at him to stop being so careless with his life. Despite his recklessness, he once had a clear image of the future: Allen promised Mana that he would become an Exorcist. He walked that path because he chose to. Even now, as he is wanted by the Black Order, he calls himself an Exorcist. No matter what he goes through or what the big shots say, no one can take that away from him. Still, he's a survivor, and if he needs something done--or money gained--he will manipulate people with charm and sleight-of-hand. He's scammed endless people to pay off his Master's debts, and he's wooed a robot into sacrificing itself. If it won't get someone killed, and it needs to get done, Allen is a manipulative bastard under that polite mask. Among friends, Allen is kind and determined. He is the type to never let go, never give up. Once someone gets to know him, his polite mask begins to slip, and some of his polite language falls away. He teases his friends and prods at short tempers, such as Kanda Yuu’s. If Allen doesn’t get along with someone, and they are either friends or he hates them, he is not going to pretend. The Mana mask falls away completely. Abilities: Crown Clown Innocence is a divine weapon used by Exorcists to destroy Akuma, dark creatures inhabited by the souls of the dead. Allen’s Innocence is named Crown Clown, and it is a parasitic type. This means that rather than needing to form the raw holy power that is Innocence into an object or weapon, Allen is the weapon. He is the host to his Innocence. This raw power within him makes his potential strength higher than most Exorcists, because he can completely synchronize with it. But at the same time, this shortens his lifespan considerably. This is why he is such a big eater--Allen must constantly eat in order to have the energy that Crown Clown eats from him. It is his left arm, which is black and hard as a carapace. There is another upside, though: Akuma blood, a poison that turns normal human bodies to ash, doesn’t affect him. His Innocence exorcises the poison. Crown Clown’s abilities are as following:
Healing Capabilities
Cursed Eye
The Smaller Things
CARNIVAL↴ Soul Colours: watercolor purple (for Allen) and blood red (for Nea, the Fourteenth) Ideal Jobs: Acrobat, Clown Relevant Experience: Allen was in the circus for years as a child. He worked as a clown, and his best trick is acrobatics. He is seen balancing one foot on a ball while juggling, as well as flipping over into a one-handed handstand on said ball. Combined with the subtle sleight-of-hand agility his left hand possesses in card tricks and cheating at poker, he makes for a great performance. He worked with trained animals, too, but due to getting stuck in a lion’s cage, he’s terrified of them. At the time Allen finds his way to the Carnival, he was working as a clown street performer, juggling while balancing on a giant ball. Reason for Joining: After running from both friend and foe, Allen Walker stumbles under a bridge, fighting the Noah within him. He doesn’t want to lose to the Fourteenth, to lose himself. Allen would essentially fall asleep, and a murderer would wake with his body. His identity would be erased. Not only does he keep putting people in danger by fighting and running, but now his friends have come to drag him back. Putting his friends in danger, all for his sake… He won’t allow it. Desperately stumbling away, he falls to the wall and slips through it, landing just in the Carnival. The Ringleader finds him, and they make a pact. As long as Allen works at the Carnival, the Fourteenth will not take him, not completely. Allen Walker will remain himself. There may, however, be some wiggle room for the Fourteenth to take some control every now and then. As a note, he will be arriving with his golem, Timcanpy. It is of low intelligence and does not speak, but it is an enchanted machine that can record video and audio, and it has the ability to eat, though it's a mystery where it all goes... It basically works as a familiar, and its personality basically boils down to: bratty little brother that bites Allen when irritated, which is often. For more information, go here. (I wasn't sure where to put this note.) SAMPLES↴ Lavi and Allen in the TDM PROSE STARTER: I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’mfineI’mfineI’mfineI’mf-- Allen’s eyes shoot open. His back is cool against the pavement, and the sky is dark and endless. He feels as though he just woke from a nightmare, but . . . no. The Fourteenth was fighting for control, and Allen had nearly passed out. If he slept, he would not be waking as Allen Walker. Then . . . Ah. That’s right, Allen thinks to himself. I signed a shady contract with a very tall and scary woman. Not his greatest idea, but he was in a pinch. Now he will have the time to get to know the squatter in his head, so he can better understand them both better. Only then can he help them both. He will not lose himself. The first step would be removing his back from the ground. Allen rolls over on his side with great effort and pushes himself up on one arm. His gloved hand knocks something aside--a strange, small box. Grimacing with the caution of a twice-burnt cat, Allen gingerly picks it up. “This better not be one of the Science Division’s contraptions . . .” Wary fiddling becomes cautious, turns determined, then frustrated. He has no idea what it is, but his name is printed on the back of it, in cheap label-making black font. Irritated, he slips it in his coat pocket and picks himself up. He chose to hide away in this strange circus. He may as well get to know it. And as always--stomach gurgling--he starts with food. Dressed like a vagabond that’s been part-timing as a clown on the side of the road, Allen wanders about the circus and promptly gets himself lost. As always. This time, he doesn’t mind. He follows his nose, and after marching straight through the gaming circle and its many scam artists, Allen finds the cookhouse. Anyone who enters will find a famished boy with a mountain of food piled comedically high. There are sweets and meats and potatoes and whole roast chickens that rise halfway to the ceiling. The mountain is taller than the boy. He grips a fork in one fist and a knife in another, and there is an animal glint in his eye. He begins to feast at a speed that should be completely inhuman. Chicken and pork and strawberry filling go flying as he devours the mountain. An entire ham is halfway stuffed in his mouth when he glances up and notices you. With his mouth stuffed and eyes curiously wide, he says, “Hi.” Except it sounds more like phi. |