|Species & Gender:||Male Nepleslian|
|Date of Birth:||4日 1月 YE 21|
|Organization:||Star Military of the Democratic Imperium of Nepleslia|
|Current Placement:||Tripathi's Tyrants|
Allen is an athletically-built Nepleslian standing at six feet tall exactly, with brown skin (often paled slightly yellow), green eyes, and squared ears with short and straight-cut short black hair. His face's features are severe, perhaps even somewhat gaunt, and he takes pride in remaining clean-shaven. He is notably free of scars and cybernetics.
Stoic before feast and famine alike, Allen considers what others may percieve as flat affect and lack of emotion to be natural consequences of his outlook on life. He is often careful, if not outright on guard, and assumes the worst before considering the best. Far from being overcome with moroseness, he is extremely driven to prevail in spite of whatever happens around him - often to the detriment of other transitory concerns such as food and sleep. Less impressivly, he also shows an excellent talent for turning flashes of anger into the ashen cinders of a grudge.
If asked directly what his motivations are, Allen would generally state 'Survival', which makes his enrollment with the Marines a questionable choice. Even so, he has proven to be a loyal and capable soldier. Having completed his basic combat training, he has his eyes on pursuing a specialist Cavalry career.
Strangers who spend too much time with Allen might find themselves becoming bored or a little depressed, but those who know him will find he has a quick wit and a decent library of gallows humor. It's something he made an effort to pick up after deciding it would 'suit him'. Allen prefers the company of level-headed and deliberate people, but will endure working with anyone as long as they don't prove to be a complete danger to themselves and others.
He has few dedicated hobbies besides trying to pick up a passing familiarity with everything, though he does enjoy the ever popular Nepleslian pastime of gun collection. That aside he gravitates towards alone-time if given leave to seek it, and will gladly waste a weekend researching whatever topic grabbed his interest.
One of the few things that keep people from assuming Allen was cast from molten iron in a factory somewhere is his habit of coming up with silly nicknames for people who call him 'Al'.
Allen remembers little of his early life. He makes occasional allusion to a traumatic childhood, and official records identify him as a desitute orphan that entered a placement facility on Planet Neplesia around YE 29. He excelled in his basic education and entered the workforce at 16, before enrolling with the NSMC in YE 40. His background has rarely, if ever, come up in his new life as a Space Marine.
Allen Lowell is connected to:
No blood relatives or extended family. Occasionally communicates with his instructor from basic training, an ID-SOL that goes by Reb 'Sarge' Brown.
Allen Lowell has the following:
Allen Lowell currently has 3000 KS.