Allenn

Name
Allen "Mini" Strongarm

Physical Traits
About 27 years old during the Cataclysm; short, well-tanned, mascular, roundish hips, cheery-bitter smile, short practical hair and (oddly enough) walks like a real lady, even in full plate.

Race and Class
Human paladin.

Guild
Theramore Task Force.

Occupation
Soldier, blacksmith, construction-worker

Family
None.

Background


Born under the name Allena Charity in Stratholme to house Denerian, Allen spent her youth as a proper lady should - studying, attending balls and practicing playing the fiddle. She was spared the tragedy that swept over her home thanks to having been in the court in Stormwind at the time, where she stayed until it was gently hinted that without finance, and at this time of war, she's less welcome there. She then spent a few years doing voluteer work where it was needed, until the Exodar crashed on Azeroth - and she found a new destiny in the form of the Naaru.

Following the Naaru's path of Light for over a year Allen was granted a new, Draenei name (Padmini, "humble one"), and has taken the vows of a paladin. Later years found her as a recruit going to Northrend as part of the infamous Marlamin Squad, which was almost entirely wiped by a traitor from within. Allen's inquieries into the matter bore no fruit, and she eneded up joining the Argent Crusade in Wintergarde, from which she was appointed to Hearthglen, and then onwards as a free mercenary.

Family Background
The noble house Denerian of Stratholme, wiped in the Purge.

Criminal Record
Some military brig time for disrespect for brass, or possibly wearing lacy gloves during an inspection.

Death
Her stabbed corpse was delievered to the hands of her lieutenant, two weeks before the Fire Festival in the first year after the Cataclysm. The investigation concluded that her death was her own doing, likely due to unknown business with The Embrace.

Nothing but vile rumors, it seems.

Personal Notes
The last will of Allena Charity Denerian, better known as Allen "Padmini" Strongarm, written during Children's Week in the first year after the Cataclysm, in the presence of accountants Bert and Coalmine:
 * 1) If someone’s reading this, I’m probably dead. This sucks.
 * 2) To Nevren Lightblade I leave the writ for my small stretch of land in Andorhal. I hope the dreams I fueled it with will provide him with some peace.
 * 3) To Miern Le Fay I leave my intended wedding jewels (whose idea is to make a wedding set for girls when they come of age? I never got married, for nether's sake), may she find true love and be happy.
 * 4) To Rallus Darmere of Westfall I leave all that's left of my mother's jewelery collection, to be used for the welfare of his father, Markus, and to finance schooling for his niece, little Lucy.
 * 5) To Drillmaster Metellus Vespasian, my father's commendation from the first war; he wore it proudly most of his life, and I find this fitting, even if it will (and it will) make Vespasian grunt.
 * 6) To Laurence Gladstone the 3rd of Gilneas, the contents of vault 314 in the Stormwind bank.
 * 7) To Nathaniel Paendrag of Stratholme, the three fine throwing daggers which I made for him before he became a dick.
 * 8) To Dathron Laudress, may maggots consume his overflowing wardrobe, I leave the portrait my mother commissioned made of me at my 16th day of age, just to prove to him that this big butt has been there forever.
 * 9) For nether's sake, tell me I managed to redeem The Marlamin Squad's soldiers' souls before I died. If not, I'm probably in hell right now, which leads me back to clause #1.
 * 10) I love you, Nev.

Current Status
Alive.

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