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Name: Dave Allen Nicknames. "General Allen. Al" Age 45 Height:6'1" Weight: 150 Eyes:brown Hair: Brown
Personality
He radiates command and inspiration to his troops. He is more of a hands on person rather than a distant general even taking part in the training of recruits. He is compassionate but also can be stern when needed.
General Allen walked into the bar he had this tone of command about him. He was dressed in combat fatigues and a fiveseven pistol holstered at his side. He wore the Joes symbol proudly. Which was bold because they were wanted by the Aschen but Allen wanted to make a point plus he was here to recruit not to drink and gambits always seemed to have the best of the best.
"Glass small with ice please." He said with a smile. He glanced around the bar but didn't see any threats to himself and relaxed. He probably should have brought a security detail but he figured he could handle himself.
General Allen walked into the bar looking around briefly. The bar seemed heated maybe he would be able to see what skills these people had to offer. Of course he was here looking for potential recruits for the Joes but he wasn't sure if any of these people were decent in combat. He walked across the room and grabbed a table at the back.
Allen looked around the bar with a sigh he wondered but he noticed a weapon raised. He put a hand on his fiveseven pistol. He didn't want to shoot but he would if he had to defend himself.
Allen rubbed his eyes he was a bit dazed from the flashbang but he was trained to deal with this he was a Joe. He unholstered his fiveseven and looked around the bar trying to see if there were any threats against him. At least now he could see what was going on and maybe assess if there was anyone Joe worthy here.
Allen debated on wether to book it or stay. He could leave though the Aschen weren't likely to come rushing. He bet they would most likely shoot him on site. He could risk it, he took out his phone and sent a quick holstering his pistol with his free hand.
Will pulled up in A knight XV armored vehicle. He walked in the door followed by two other soldiers all three of them were armed the stopped infront of Allen and saluted, " Security detail reporting for duty sir." Wills ears perked up at the word Aschen but it seemed like a mention or something.
General Allen walked into the bar. Unlike the other surviving Joes he wore the Joes symbol proudly and had a fiveseven holstered to his hip. He looked around briefly then grabbed at table toward the back as usual.
Allen got the feeing he was being watched. Though usually he didn't care but the Aschen most likely had a price on his head. "Got a problem?" He asked the woman glancing at him from across the room.
Allen raised an eyebrow. "Oh this? Merely my brigade in the marines." He said gesturing to the Joes symbol. He was lying but technically the Joes didn't exist." He said.
"Pretty bad. I'm not a big fan of terrorists. Though I don't really care for the Aschen. But as for the non-human attacks I think something needs to be done." He said. "Though I have a feeling the Aschen aren't going to do anything." He said.
Allen nodded he watched him rip the cobra symbol off. "That's what I like to see in a soldier." He said to MacTavish. "I always believed in second chances." He said.