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PLAYER INFORMATION
Name/Nickname: Athy
Player LJ: awillowweeping
AIM: wolfpackgeneral
E-Mail: beast.priest.general@gmail.com
Current Characters: --
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Series: D.Gray-man
Name: Allen Walker
Age: around 15
Canon Timeline: chapter 187, in Jordan before the Noah show up
PB: --
Class & Requested Occupation: Lower Class // Circus Performer.
Abilities/Special Skills: An Innocence weapon is the only weapon that can both destroy an akuma and release the trapped soul inside. If something else manages to destroy an akuma, then the soul is destroyed as well.
Allen's Innocence has been given the name The Clown of God or 'The Crowned Clown' due to it's jester like appearance. When invoked, a white light cloak drapes around his body, shifting in length and form as he moves. It doesn't look tangible, but it is able to act as a shield against akuma attacks.
Another distinguishable feature about the Crowned Clown is that there is a distinctly harlequin-esque, silver mask that will cover Allen's face, or hover off to the side over his shoulder. It seems to act as though it were the face of his Innocence itself.
His left arm transforms, thin and sleek and black with a hand that looks more like a cluster of scythes rather then fingers. Allen can also remove this arm, taking it by the wrist and pulling until it forms into a gigantic claymore that's a few feet wide and longer then his body is tall. It has the power to exorcise evil, leaving the host unharmed. Though in the case of the Noah, it seems to unleash their full potential.
He also has a few other :
Cross Grave: By etching a cross onto a target, he can crucify and destroy them with little effort, the akuma filling with a feeling of elation before it's soul is released and it's destroyed.
Clown Belt: The cape that Allen's Innocence forms can be formed into webbing of energy that can be used to grasp objects, immobilize opponents, or form hardened spikes to impale enemies.
Crown Edge: An attack that fires crown like rings of energy from his claws,
Edge End: A powerful swipe of raw Innocence energy let loose when Allen slashes with his claws.
When de-activated, his arm is still much stronger than a normal human's. He has been able to catch bullets with it or stop blades. It's the color of blood, and looks almost like a doll's arm, or a demons, with ridges and fitted joints, long nails and a cross embedded in the back of his hand.
Because his Innocence is a parasite, he needs to eat an extraordinary amount of food to keep his energy up for him to be able to use it effectively.
Allen's left eye is also cursed, causing him to be able to see and hear the suffering soul's trapped by akuma. They beg and cry for him to offer them salvation. It's traumatic, and often leaves him distraught if something happens and he's not able to save them. If he idle's too long without hunting akuma, it'll activate on it's own and try to force him to. It's extremely painful, and causes his eye to bleed.
Besides his Innocence, he's a skilled fighter, ambidextrous, and has extraordinary balance and coordination(able to balance on one foot atop a ball while juggling 5 swords, 7 balls of varying sizes, and 4 playing cards. All at once. While wearing a giant pumpkin on his head.)
He is also the host of the 14th, a member of the Noah Family, though he appears to have allied himself with the Black Order. He's also known as The Musician, able to control Noah's Arc with the melody ingrained into Allen's mind.
Personality: The first thing people notice about Allen is how polite he is. He's a perfect gentleman, chivalrous and respectful. Ever the clown, he has no problem getting up in front of a crowd to perform, in fact he enjoys it. It's the personal interaction that can leave him flustered sometimes. He has a humbleness that is unshakable before most, and is self sacrificial to the worry of his friends. He is caring in ways you could not imagine, even for souls and departed beings of the world.
He does, however, have a rather serious side to him and a backbone the likes of which you would never assume. Whenever there is someone in danger, most especially someone he considers a friend and companion, he rises to the occasion with an unrivaled determination like a knight in shining armor. Though his emotions can often get the best of him in these situations and at times can become a downfall when up against something he is ill-prepared for.
Allen is also a rather awkward teenage boy. He is only fifteen years old and despite all he has gone through in the end he still has bratty moments, especially towards people and situations he doesn't like. He'll even resort to passive-aggressive insults and/or trickery to get his way over them.
For a long time, Allen lived wearing a mask he built around the memory of his adopted father. After becoming an Exorcist, his life began to revolve around fighting in the war. Between never staying in one place for very long, and the fact that he'd been abused more often then not, he'd never learned how to connect with anyone besides his father.
Recently, that's begun to change. The last request of his Master before dying was that he let go of that mask and try to find his own identity, so he's finally starting to break out of that shell he's built around himself.
No mater what horrible things happened to him, no matter how pained he became, Allen always pushed himself through it with an almost single-minded determination. Fear and depression never held him back from the things he needed to accomplish.
History: Allen @ the DGM Wiki
Stratum Background: A lesson in irony, it's almost as if he'd never been adopted by Mana. He's a member of a small group of traveling street performers. Albino 'freak' born with a deformed arm. He received the scar on his face as a young child from the old woman fortune teller of the band, fearing that he'd been fathered by a devil and attempted to seal the evil inside.
His performance consists of feats of contortion and balance, wearing a jester-like demon mask.
Journal Sample:
[Voice Post]
H-hello? Ahh!
-=sounds of wings flapping=-
Timcampy! Quit it!
Hello? Am I working this thing properly? Is this a new kind of golem? Is there anyone there? My name is Allen Walker and I'm a member of the Black Order. I work for the church, and I'm looking for my friends. Lavi? Lenalee?
-=quiet for a few long moments, hoping for some sort of response=-
Am I alone, Tim?
-=more flapping, and and indignant chirp=-
OWW! I know you're here! Don't bite. You're big now! it hurts more. But... where is everyone else? How did we get here?
RP Sample: The air was heavy with the scent of blood, violence and shadows. He isn’t sure why it still unnerves him, the bitter tang of copper and grimy oil that clings to skin, clothes, essence long after the battlefields were left with crumbling machines, lifeless black souls maimed and pacified. It wasn't something he’s grown accustomed to, not like others who seemed to revel in the scent of dying darkness, carrying it like a decadent cross.
He closed his eyes but it’s already inside. He could ignore it, claw his eyes out, bite his tongue off, bind his hands with thorns and his feet in chains, take a collar and suffocate his pride, drive nails through his wrists until his arm went numb, until he couldn’t move or feel or hear. A quiet rapping in his head, hesitant and distorted. He imagined something like a ghost or the boogey man, he can see it in the mirrors as he passes by. But he has known worse, seen worse than childhood fairy-tales, and he would not let it beat him.
Allen was an Exorcist, clergyman of the Black order in service to the Vatican. A chosen of God and the supposed 'Destroyer of Time'. He devoured sin, tearing it away from tortured souls and swallowing it down as if he couldn't feel it sticking to his own. The more fought the more it felt as if those sins were being vindicated, leaving a shining white and holy light behind. Wasn't God the only one who could absolve you of your sins?
Yet here he was, a cursed young man in the eyes of God, and maybe he didn't care. Maybe he felt like the God owed him a little happiness after all the dirty work he's done in his name. Catholicism was big on suffering, live in repentance, then heaven will smile on you. Maybe he didn't give a shit if God thinks of happiness as a sin or not. He didn't care much about God at all. He was tired of being despair with 'hope' written in bold letters across his forehead. He needed to remember why he was fighting so hard, what he was fighting for.
When Allen prayed, if Allen prayed, the one thing he would never ask God for was forgiveness.