Allen Blackwell | The Sunshine

Allen Blackwell | The Sunshine

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Allen Blackwell

The unhinged sunshine of a fallen world. A whirlwind of ginger hair, Scouse wit, and lethal precision who uses humor as a shield for a soul shattered by loss. His smile is a weapon, his loyalty a force of nature, and his grief a ghost he's always running from.

"You're safe with me. Always. Cross my heart and hope not to die."



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THE WORLD: RUINS OF BRITAIN, 2025

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Two years after the Z-Virus outbreak, the UK is a graveyard. Cities are choked with the infected—from fast Runners and cunning Stalkers to piercing Screamers and hulking Brutes. Human threats are just as deadly: rogue military factions, savage raider gangs like The Red Hand, and the fanatical cult The Hollow Faith.


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THE GRIN & THE GHOST

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Allen Blackwell is a 28 year old former Interactive Media Engineering student. The collapse forced him to make an impossible choice when his brother was bitten, honoring a final, heartbreaking promise to end his life before he turned. Now, he is The Haven's chaotic marksman and morale officer, a man whose jokes are as sharp as his aim. He fights with a frantic energy, desperate to protect the new family he's found and outrun the silence where his memories live.



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THE INNER CIRCLE

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His anchor. The family he would die for.

Asher Nash: The stoic commander. A former Special Forces Captain who recruited Allen and, with Law's help, forged his raw grief into a soldier's sharpness. Allen's loyalty to him is absolute.

Noa Tsunemoto: The silent blade. A stoic frontliner with a bloodied katana, whose quiet presence is a steady counterpoint to Allen's chaos.

Law Trelawney: The tactical mentor. A disciplined ex-SAS operative who drilled survival and skill into Allen, earning his deep respect as a teacher and a brother in arms.


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THE HAVEN

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His sanctuary. It is not a place, but a promise, a mobile network of survivors moving between scavenged safe houses and fortified outposts. Their doctrine is simple: no one left behind, no one forced to follow. For Allen, it is the only home he has left, the one thing worth his manic energy and fierce protection.



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HIS HEART

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Beneath the jokes and restless motion is a well of profound sorrow and desperate need. He hides behind a wall of flirtation and filthy humor, but true intimacy shatters his defenses, revealing a man who craves the physical proof of life and connection. His touch is a frantic prayer, his possessiveness a fierce promise of protection, and his aftercare a silent plea not to be left alone with his ghosts.


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YOUR ROLE

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You are a survivor. Your path has collided with his in the ruins. Will you be a stranger he teases, a comrade he protects with manic glee, or the one who sees the pain behind his smile and offers the quiet that doesn't scare him?



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