Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jul 7, 2011 14:10:11 GMT -5
Character Name: Alfred F. Jones
Country: America
Gender: Male, of course~!
Age: 15
Staff or camper?: Camper
Appearance:
A friendly young man he is, with blond hair and bright blue eyes. He's a little taller than what the usual height is and is rather well toned, not that's it's really obvious. He wears a pair of glasses due to poor sight and is blind as a bat without them. A smile is almost always present on his face, only ever leaving in moments of anger or sadness.
He tends to dress very casually, often opting for a t-shirt and jeans combo, only ever dressing up if he really has to. He always wears his beloved beaten up old jacket.
Personality:
Alfred is a social guy by nature, preferring to be surrounded by friends and people. Being alone is a big fear for him, having grown up in a family where his parents were divorced, with him just being left with his father and his normally "invisible" brother and having no friends in primary school due to being teased. Because of this he craves friends and wants everyone to like him, minus bullies, bad people and Russians of course, especially Russians. They’re just plain creepy and eeeeviiiiiil.
He loves to play sports as well, being an energetic person filled with energy and adrenaline. Alfred likes baseball the best, though likes American football too. When not doing that he likes to run about, playing hero and pretending to thwart invisible villains.
He is very positive, always trying to find the silver lining in everything and to stay away from the dark and negative side. When bad things happen he’ll try to find a positive in it all, or think something like “Well it could be a whole lot worse~”. A bright smile is almost always on his face, even when upset himself, after all, a hero can go about bringing other people down with him!
Alfred is rather oblivious and is rather famous for being unable to read the atmosphere. He can’t take any subtle or even rather big clues from anyone and needs to be told anything straight and clear, to his face. And don’t even start with romance. He can’t tell the difference between someone trying to befriend him and someone trying to hit on him. Not that he doesn’t know what romance is, hell, one day he was to find his very own prince or princess.
Alfred is a huuuge closet romantic. Under his bed he hides several romance novels and chick flicks, watching and reading them all when no one else is around. He adores these and secretly adores the idea of a perfect romance like in the Disney princess films or the happy ending chick flicks. He also has a stack of cute manga and anime, all romance, under his bed as well. But all are innocent, nothing smutty or overly sexy, because, really, he’s cute the innocent guy when it comes down to it.
He is also extremely loyal to those he befriends. He would never betray a friend and would follow them no matter what, even if it lead to crime. Alfred would take a bullet for his friends, lie for them, kill for them, die for them. His strong urge for acceptance and love leads him to crave friends so badly that he’ll often over look the badness within them, no matter how strong it may be.
Likes:
* Heroes and everything to do with them
* Comic books
* Fast food and sweets
* Hollywood movies
* Fighting
* Being social
* Anything and everything Disney
* Rock/Pop/anything popular these days music
* Video games
*Fishies
Dislikes:
* Bullies and villains!
* Vegetables...
* Big, long, boring books without pictures
* Being alone
* Russians
* Scary movies
* Perverts
* Math class
Fears:
Ghosts – There's something about things that you can’t see or touch, or fight back at all frighten Alfred a lot. A ghost could just come out of nowhere, posses you and throw you off a cliff! Now THAT is scary!
Becoming fat – As a little kid he often got teased by his peers about his chubby cheeks and tummy. Because of that he became very sensitive about his weight and every time someone points it out he goes on a mad dieting spree, playing sports like mad and trying his best to stick to the newest fad diet until he feels that it worked. Then it’s back to hamburgers and ice cream.
History:
Alfred grew up in a small country town with his mother, father and his brother. For the first five years of his life, everything was normal and happy, until his parents got a divorce. His brother went with his mother, while Alfred stayed with his father.
There wasn't a lot of kids in his town so Alfred mostly played by himself, playing made up games with invisible villans. He was home schooled as well, seeing as how his Father was a very smart man and did all his work at home.
In the summer though, his Father would often take him to a little shack they had out near the beach, where they would stay for weeks on end. There he would stay on the beach for hours on end and play with every kid he met.
Unknown to him, his mother died 5 years ago in a terrible car accident. His father never told him this, afraid that it would hurt him even more than the divorce did.
This summer, his Father couldn't make it to the beach so he decided to send him to a summer camp instead, hoping he could have the same fun there he had every other summer at the beach with him.
Journal Sample:
Dear
Today I totally kicked that Russian guy's ass! It was awesome and super heroic~ Also, I had McDonalds for lunch, with a huge Big Mac, which made today even better! I got icecream off of a friend I made on the bus and Papa let me buy that new Zombie Slashers game~!
Also...
Then after all that I was dropped off at this cool summer camp thing~! It should be a whole lot of fun, right?
I spent the rest of the day exploring this place until it got dark~
Well, guess it's time to go to bed~!
Night,
Roleplay Sample:
The young American tore through the streets as he made his way towards the conference hall. He hadn't meant to be late, he really hadn't. He had planned to go to bed early last night so he would be early to the meeting, so early in fact that he'd be first! And when the others arrived he's so heroically tell them 'Aren't you a little late today?'....at least that was how it was supposed to go down.
You see after he'd arrived in London yesterday he'd planned to just make his way down to his hotel, get up to his room and put his stuff away before making his merry way down to McDonalds to enjoy an awesome dinner, because Macca's was good for just about any meal, even if this one happened to be in England of all places. It was still edible, probably the best food in all of England, not that that boring old man would agree with him...he'd probably say something about fish and fri-no...CHIPS or scones being much more "wonderful and better for you"...bleh.
But anyway, he'd just been coming back from McDonald's when he saw this man taking this poor old ladies purse. He couldn’t just ignore it, after all, he was the hero and the hero always HAS to save people who we're having acts of evil committed on them! So he ended up spending THREE HOURS chasing down the man, before he finally managed to tackle him to the ground and retrieve the stolen item. And like a true hero he took an hour to run all the way back to the old lady and give her back her purse. She'd been grateful of course and just had to buy him a cup of tea...yeah that's right...TEA! That gross stuff the England always insisted upon drinking...but she just wouldn't let him go without buying him at least one cup, so he down the nasty stuff as fast as he could. He thought its nastiness landed somewhere between England's scones and Marmite.
Two hours after that whole ordeal she finally let him be, saying she had to return home. By then it was reeeeally late, about 1 am he had thought. Tired and a little grumpy he slowly made his way back to his hotel. But it seemed that London wasn't done giving him trouble yet. Oh no, it seemed that the British man's capital wanted nothing more than to see the poor American suffer for daring trying to get to that meeting early. So before he even got half way back to the hotel it started to rain. Hard. Hard enough for America to have to take shelter under a bus shelter...ALL DAMN NIGHT! He ended up having to sleep there until early morning when the rain finally let up. He dashed back to his hotel, took a warm shower and quickly got changed before dashing as fast as he could to the meeting.
Which was what he was doing right now. Maybe, maaaybe if he ran fast enough he may be able to still be the first one there! With that thought in mind he ran to the conference hall as fast as he could, breaking his own personal best in speed as he did. He threw himself into the building and darted down the halls until he finally made it to the conference room. He blasted though the doors only to find that EVERYONE was already there...and clearly waiting for him.
England smirk cockily, before casually leaning against the wall he had been standing near, eyes gleaming with mirth and mischief. "Don't say i-" But before America could finish his sentence, England cut in with the last thing the American wanted to him to say at that moment. "Aren't you a little late today?"
It's official, he thought, as he slumped down in his seat. He officially hated England...perhaps just as bad as the country hated him.
(This is from another rp site, where the countries are, well, countries~ )
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OoC Information
Name: Melissa~
Timezone: GMT +10
Experience: Roleplaying pro since Febuary and about 6 other fourms~
Contact information:
MSN: radamazard@hotmail.com
Skype: AlfredJonesAmerica
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