Bio:Noel Allen was born into a rich family of nobles living up in the domes. Currently, he is the heir to their estate, lives in a magnificent mansion, and has well over a kings ransom in gold and silver stored up in the area's local banks. You wouldn't know his noble roots by looking at him though, he mostly spends his time walking through the slums in a horribly old linen suit, looking absent mindfully at the sky and greeting people on the street with "Hi, I'm Noel Allen. It's a pleasure to meet you." Noel has some 'issues' you see. Since the time he was a boy he was always greeting people like this and to say that he knows how to multiply, tie his shoes, or even cook or clean for himself would be a lie. The truth is is that he has the mind of a small child, and although he try's his best to fit in with people and act normal he just can't help himself when it comes to hugging certain people he knows in the middle of the street. It's not that he wants to, it's just that he doesn't know and really can't know any better. This isn't to say that he's some simpleton that can be shoved and told around like some mindless automaton. He may be lacking in some area's but that doesn't mean he isn't also sharp as whip when it comes to some tasks. He can literally read books like someone reads a newspaper and almost as fast too. He has an affinity for clockwork, can work out many complex problems mechanical problems, and is described by many people as a damn good shot with a gun. Still, even with all of these skills, he mostly doesn't want to get involved in anything. Too him the number of clouds in the sky and the amount of warts on a persons face... or the color of her undergarments are more important to him.
Noel mostly keeps to himself most of the time and mostly wants to meet new people and see new things, although his nonchalant attitude to normally taboo things has gotten him in a number of sticky situations.