Alan Gersten (Praven)

~History and Background~ Raised in the upper/middle-class of Varrock, he grew up to be distasteful of his family and the the society in which he’d grown up in. As a child, his best friend had been from the poor part of the city and as they got older, around 16 years, his friend was forced to join the Varrock Army for lack of anything better to do with his life and Alan bid him farewell and never heard from him again.

After a few moths without contact from his friend, he grew deeply depressed and angry, running away from home and secluding himself from everyone he knew. He eventually ended up in Edgeville, coming across a camp of Varrock Guardsmen stationed there and decided to join up with them.

He spent the next five years in the Army, fighting on the Wilderness border and always somehow miraculously surviving against all odds; the more he killed and watched those he knew for so long killed, the angrier he became and the more he killed to try and satiate the emptiness he felt in himself.

At 24, he was promoted to Lieutenant and then again at 25 to Captain and second in command of all that was left of the Edgeville Garrison. He spent the next two years at this station, not seeing much more combat and sinking deeper and deeper into the state of loneliness he had come to call home.

Not long after, Varrock was attacked and, knowing there was no way he was going to survive if he went back to his old home, he left his post and fled South hoping to find the more peaceful lands his father had told him stories about when he had been younger.

Upon arriving at Lumbridge, he found the city in more chaos than he’d seen in years of service for The Varrock Guard; a pitched battle between Zamorak, a God he knew was evil in all ways and had been raised to despise… And Saradomin, The one his family had taught him about but that he’d never really thought much about until that moment.

Upon his arrival, he was captured by a band of warriors belonging to The Holy Crusade and brought before Athaldus, their leader and one of the most faithful servants of Saradomin. It was there, he swore allegiance to Athaldus and Saradomin and took up arms with the Crusade, fighting harder than he ever remembered fighting before to eventually celebrate victory with his newfound family.

Now 28 years old, Alan continues to serve the Crusade in every way he possible can.

He currently resides in a small house alone on the outskirts of Ardougne.

~Physical appearance and personality~

He stands about 6'2" tall and is more athletically built but well-muscled from all his military time using heavy weaponry.

Relatively fair-skinned with bright blue eyes and very thick, almost greasy jet-black hair that almost appears to be dyed.

He has more of a formal personality, especially when involved in Crusade operations but is relatively good-natured and more fun to be around the better you know him. Although he wouldn't classify himself as an alcoholic, he is a fairly heavy drinker but does enjoy cider and tea as much as he enjoys the Greenman's Ale he first experienced in his move to Ardougne.

Having not had much time to experience it in his younger years, you would find him relatively awkward at sentimental and romantic things aside from his possessions, even for how much he is appreciated by his fellow Crusaders and the few outside his post that he does interact with.