At the center of the Kuuweh Desert, a crimson pillar marks the binding site of an dangerous entity. Kuu, the blood djinn that legend attributes the desert's red sand to, had been sealed there during the Lumen-Vesper wars in eons past. In recent centuries, however, the native Kuuo people of the desert noticed an alarming anomaly: the local wildlife was being mutated, their blood being converted into raw magic, kheji, and warping their physical bodies into pale monstrosities. These creatures, dubbed the venwel, sought only to infect healthy beings, manipulating their minds into surrendering their blood. As a result, hunting had become difficult, travel had become deadly deadly, and the infestation of venwel seemed only to worsen as time passed.
At their wits' end, the Kuuo people pleaded with their patron god, Oktre, for a champion to deliver them from this plight. And so it happened that one day, an aging priestess named Chalpry heard the great god's answer. While engaged in a sermon during a particularly dire season, it was said by onlookers that a flock of innumerable birds descended from the heavens and consumed her body, leaving only a curious infant with the same blue eyes as her where she once stood. This infant, of course, was Allen.
From a young age, he had the mantle of "hero" and "chosen one" thrust upon him. Instructed by the greatest minds of his generation, he quickly became the vigilant protector of the various settlements in the Kuuweh, fending off venwel with ease due to his unnatural ability to overcome their enticing call, a feat something even the most seasoned hunters struggled with.
Allen had grown up under the care of various community members, but he had always felt the most attached to Jamul, his combat mentor. Like Jamul, whom he viewed as a father, Allen was trained in the art of the spear. But unlike with his other instructors, Allen could never quite surpass Jamul's uncanny combat prowess. They went on many missions together as hunters, facing near-death situations in their day to day lives until Allen was well into his twenties and, by all respects, a formidable young man. That year, Jamul fell ill with a strange disease that began to rob him of his senses and memories. Desperate to cure him, Allen embarked on a journey to Rehjolvnatys, the realm of the divine, in search of someone who could save his mentor. Here, he would meet Dmitri Obaflr, a halfling regarded as a rising star in the world of medicine and alchemy. The only one who would sympathise with Allen's plight, Dmitri accompanied him back to the Kuuweh and attempted to treat Jamul. But all he could do was ease the man's fits of rage and pain before he ultimately passed away weeks later.
During this time, Dmitri and Allen became unlikely close friends: though their homelands and lives couldn't be more different, they both knew the pain that came with loss of family and brotherhood. And when it came for Dmitri to return to Rehjolvnatys, Allen swore that he'd repay the man for his kindness one day. But there was something else he had to attend to before that.
From then on, Allen would grow to become the deadliest hunter of the Kuuweh, a folk hero that singlehandedly culled the venwel numbers to extinction and brought peace back to the region. That was who he was, at least, to the people who didn't know him. The masses praised his name and showered him with titles. Yet to those who worked alongside him, he was regarded as an insufferable egomaniac, a man that adamantly refused the notion anyone could ever take a place at his side. There would never be another Jamul, and common people, as weak and uninteresting as they were, would never be worth his time. As the smartest and strongest of them all, he had no need for lesser beings. Their ugly ordinariness and incompetence would only serve to dim his brilliant shine.
With the venwel gone, Allen felt as if he no longer had a reason to exist. The only thing left was to become stronger. He told himself he would seek out ever stronger foes until he was the one who stood above them all. That was the only path left for someone who had obtained everything. And if he couldn't best every foe? Then he would die trying, as there was no better way to die than in a battle that would be narrated by storytellers and musicians for eons to come.
He fought and fought, and yet, before he could find a fight that would kill him, Allen dug up an old leather bag while emptying out Jamul's home one evening. It was Dmitri's. Seeing it in that moment inspired Allen to make a sudden decision, one that reignited his desire to live once more. Now that he had nothing to do, he was free to travel back to Rehjolvnatys. He would return the bag to Dmitri, see the sights the realm had to offer, and then make his decision as to what he would become next.
To his surprise, he found himself settling into Rehjovlnatys fairly well. With no shortage of people to duel and interact with, Allen began to thrive in this new environment, throwing himself headfirst into honing his skills at anything and everything that caught his eye. Eventually, he earned the position as an Officer of Resolution, making a name for himself as one of Rehjovlnatys' most formidable fighters. And there he remains to this day, romping around the Lumenlands and challenging both foe and friend alike to all manners of competitions, ever determined to become strong enough to slay the best of any beast or man that had the misfortune to stand in his way.