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[goodwithnuns]

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Your name/pseudonym: Em
Are you 18 or older at the time of this application? Yus
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Applying for: Allan A Dale - Robin Hood (BBC)

Character Information
Name: Allan A Dale
Nickname/aliases: Allan
Canon: Robin Hood (BBC)
Canon Type?: TV show
Character's Journal: goodwithnuns
Brief history of your character:

Allan A Dale was born the son of a blacksmith. His mother died shortly after his younger brother Tom was born, when Allan was five. He doesn't remember much about her, only that her clothes were always stained by the food she'd cooked for someone else's family. After she died, and without the added, though minimal income she had provided, their little family struggled to make ends meet, especially with a new mouth to feed. This wasn't helped by the fact that losing his wife had seemed to increase his fathers thirst for ale.

Somehow, though, they managed to get by. Even if they didn't always go to bed with food in their bellies. Every day, when their father went off to work, Allan would do his best to take care of Tom until he returned late at night in time to see them off to bed, smelling of booze.

This went on day in and day out until he was seven, and the night his father didn't come home. Eventually Allan sent Tom to bed, after finding him some bread. Eventually, Allan slept too, figuring his drunkard father had passed out at the smithy.

It wasn't until the next morning he learned that his father was dead, and he and Tom were alone. And just as quickly as that he learned they weren't going to be allowed to stay in their home. There was talk amongst the older folk of sending he and Tom off somewhere to live and work in the care of others. No one in the little village seemed to want to take responsibilty for the sons of the drunken fool who'd gotten himself killed. Allan couldn't really blame them. He was figuring out fast who he had in the world to rely on. It wasn't hard for he and Tom to slip away unseen. They didn't have any real possessions to speak of, so they only carried the clothes on their backs, along with a blanket and some scraps of food in a sack.

He took Tom to London, and two small boys were easily forgotten in the busy city. And that was just how Allan liked it. They slept in stables, or under the eaves of houses (until they got caught). They made their money by tricking unsuspecting nobles out of their coin with a well spun story, or just by being a good pickpocket. It wasn't an easy life, but they looked out for each other.

It was by sheer accident that he ended up in Nottingham years later. By the time Tom had reached the age of twenty, or near enough to it as Allan figured it, he'd become a smart mouthed wise arse who refused to go by his brothers word any longer. He'd got in with a couple of idiots who talked him in to taking stupid risks that nearly got him caught more times than was good for him. You had to play it smart, Allan had learned that the hard way. But Tom wouldn't listen, and so he finally left what remained of his family behind for good.

Getting caught trying to kill a deer in Sherwood forest is what ended up changing everything for him, but not in the way he expected. That was the day he met Robin of Locksley, who had enough good intentions to make a man choke. But he saved Allan's life, and so Allan owed him one. At least until he got out of it somehow.

But then Robin saved his life a second time and Allan found himself with at least a temporary way to put food in his belly, as the small group of outlaws made a home for themselves in Sherwood. And for a long time, that was how it went, and in a lot of ways it was just like it had always been for Allan. Stealing coin, sneaking in and out of buildings (though the castle was a first).

It all would have been fine with Allan, if he'd got to keep some of the takings. Every day they put their necks on the line, and he was left with nothing to show for it. That was how he ended up with the idea of tricking people out of their money at the Trip. And it was a brilliant plan, even if Robin didn't think so. That was, until he was caught by Guy of Gisborne.

And so it was that he became Gisborne's spy. It had been torture, and then the choice of death, or this. He convinced himself it was okay because no one was getting hurt. And he was getting what he'd been saying all along they needed. Some money for himself. A few nobles would slip through the cracks, the Sheriff saw more of his supplies safely through Sherwood. Nothing to it.

It was when Robin started to suspect that Allan had the realisation that enough was enough. That he'd pushed his luck to its limit. Unfortunately, he'd left it too late. And as he tried to refuse payment and leave a message that he was done, Robin caught him. Despite his pleadings, the other man would hear none of it, and in the face of his reluctance to understand Allan's guilt dissolved in to anger at Robin's righteous words.

Though he sort forgiveness it was refused, and Robin swore the next time he saw Allan he would kill him. With little other option available to him, Allan sought out Gisborne, figuring he'd already done him a favour by feeding him all that information that he might just be in luck and get some work from it.

Gisborne wasn't what you'd call a great boss. But Allan never went to bed hungry, and he had a bed to sleep in, besides. So he wasn't complaining. He told Gisborne and the Sheriff what they wanted to know about Robin and the lads, whilst making sure he didn't reveal anything about Marian, and where she'd gone off to after her father died. Gisborne had a bad enough temper without finding out she'd rather lay in the forest beside a stinking outlaw than stay in the castle with him.

Brief synopsis of your character's personality:

Allan A Dale will always look out for number one. It's himself he can rely on. If life's taught him anything, it's that. That to get by, there's no time for feeling bad about doing what needs to be done. Life might have dealt him a bad hand, but he'd just take the deck, reshuffle it, and maybe pull an ace or two from his sleeve while he's at it.

Allan's an opportunist, and he's lived as long as he has by virtue of this. He doesn't have an education to speak of, he's never had the choice, or the need, to learn anything like reading or writing, but he thinks he knows enough about the world to get by. Mostly, he figures this comes of knowing what people want. Knowing what to say to get what you need out of them. That and having a quick hand and an eye for a heavy coin purse.

Despite looking out for himself, he's always looked out for his brother Tom. Even when he didn't deserve it. And if he thinks of you as family, you've probably got a better chance of some consideration. He isn't entirely without heart. In fact, he has quite a lot of it. It's trust he lacks. To get Allan's trust you have to earn it. But theres no sure fire way of doing that, eiher. It changes from person to person and every other day.

His time spent in London made him a great con artist, and an even better thief. He can sneak in just about anywhere, which has come in handy more than once for the gang. His skill with a bow is fair, with a sword a little better, and under Robin's tutelage it has improved a good deal.

Allan isn't all that good at seeing the bigger picture. If he sees some personal gain in something he's liable to jump right in with both feet, outcome be damned. Needless to say this doesn't always end well. Luckily for him he's got a quick enough tongue to get him out of the predicaments he finds himself it. Most of them, anyway.

Stats
Age: 24
Appearance: Allan has no easily visible scars to speak of. He's about 5'11, with quite distinctive blue eyes. His hair is dirty blonde, fairly short and scruffy. The only thing he wears that is remotely close to jewelry is the wooden tag that identifies him as a member of Robin's gang. He isn't sentimental enough about possessions to hang on to them.

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Game Information
What is the point of your character's canon in which you are introducing your character? Season 2, episode 8. After he's given Gisborne the letter sealed by the Mother superior, to convince him Marian is staying at Ripley Convent.
Is your character alive or dead at the point of entry to the game?: Alive.
What skills does your character have?: Allan has a way with words that could win just about anyone over, and he's as cunning and sneaky as they come. He wouldn't have lived this long if he couldn't take what he needed when the opportunity arose.
Your character will find 10 personal items in their room that the island has placed there. You may only include things that your character would have canonically. Please list them here: Allan has never had many possesions worth hanging on to. He'll show up with a short sword, his scarf, the wooden tag worn by those in Robin's gang, and a bow and quiver with a handful of arrows.

Entrance Post

When Allan woke the first thing that occurred to him was that he was lying on the floor. And for some reason the ceiling looked a lot like the one at the Trip. How he'd ended up on the floor was beyond him. He didn't even remember coming here. Last thing he recalled was giving that letter to Gisborne, the one with the mother superiors seal on it. He hadn't looked convinced and Allan had just been waiting for it to be taken out on him.

Maybe it had been. Maybe he'd been given another fool, humiliating job to do and he'd come by the Trip after to drown his sorrows. He had the coin for it now, anyway. Wasn't giving it all up to the poor. And Marian was safe, along with her secret. He had nothing to feel guilty about now.

Pushing himself up to sit the realisation that this was not the Trip came to him all too suddenly, and he was on his feet just as quickly, hand straying to the sword at his waist. For one, this place was way too clean. And second of all, where were all the people? Even at its emptiest the Trip had one or two drunks slumped over their tankards. This place didn't just look empty. It felt empty. Maybe it was the way the tables were all lined up with all those chairs and no one in them. Allan found the whole thing a bit unnerving for his tastes.

Could have been a dream, he reasoned. But it didn't feel like a dream. He'd never had a dream like this and anyway, where would his mind have got all this from? He put his hand on the back of one of the chairs, just to be sure it was really there.