Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jan 14, 2012 15:05:18 GMT -5
Full Name: Alfred F. Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Height: 5’6
Weight: Dude, ain’t that kind of a rude thing to ask? I mean—.. what? I’m not getting defensive! Here, my favorite kind of ice cream is vanilla soft serve with gummy bears! See? I’m all for being open, or something like that!
Country of Origin: America
Family: Matthew Williams
Student Year/Job Position: Sophomore
Appearance:
Personality: Alfred is a fairly simple minded person who is as boisterous as he is impulsive, and also a bit of a goofball. Being as upbeat a character as he is, he’s hardly ever seen sporting anything other than an extremely contagious smile or grin. Regardless of the things that happen in his life, good or bad, he’s become the kind of person who still tries to remain optimistic and put effort into every little thing he does. He is, however, somewhat of a slacker when it comes to homework. He never fails to pass his classes, but not exactly with flying colors. After all, he has a limited attention span and prefers to spend his time occupying himself with games, conversation, and partaking in doodling on whatever stray piece of paper he can get a hold of.
Despite these setbacks, his seemingly endless array of confidence goes just about as far as his limitations go. These limitations namely relate to fear. On that subject, Alfred is rare to outright display his fears, set aside for a time that anyone would be unfortunate enough to catch him in the middle of a thunder storm or scary movie. Though he’d deny it if inquired about it, he’s absolutely terrified, usually always resorting to latching onto the nearest person or object for an attempt at comfort.
When it comes to socializing, Alfred very much enjoys other people’s company and loves spending time with anyone that’s willing, or even those who aren’t as willing. He also takes great pleasure in assisting others, always jumping at a given chance to help a person in any way possible, and sometimes not at all possible. This being the case, he also has a bad habit of sticking his nose into other people’s business and helping when help isn’t exactly wanted or needed.
Amidst everything, he ultimately acts like an overly excitable child, but much like his fears, this is something he’d go out of his way to deny. Someone could walk up to him and make comments regarding how much he pouts when insulted, how much he sulks when he doesn’t get his own way and how stirred up he can become over the most trivial of things and he’d flat out reject all of it. He’ll also disagree with the fact that he’s more than a little oblivious.
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History: Alfred lead an overall warmhearted childhood. He had all the attention, praise and love he could have possibly wanted. His family was just about as happy as they came, though they had their problems, just like every family did.
His mother died around the time he was six years old, leaving him in a pure state of shock. It had never once occurred to him that someone in his life could up and disappear with no possible way to bring them back. After all, he was only a child. This new, unwelcome and horrible concept that went by the name of death was still a foreign concept to him. Upon hearing that his mother was now in a place called heaven, seeing her lay lifeless in the hospital bed, all he could confusedly inquire about was as to what heaven’s phone number was as his father finally submitted to tears. Seeing the way both his father and brother Matthew broke down, he broke down himself.
Days, weeks and months passed, and Alfred finally began to understand the gravity of the situation. His mother was gone. She wasn’t anywhere to be found. She’d never be anywhere to be found. This realization tore at the very roots of his foundation. He often stayed up late into the night, wondering why it happened until his small body gave out and he had no choice but to surrender to sleep. Even in his dreams, his mystified thoughts haunted him.
His mother was a wonderful person. At least he thought so. His mother hadn’t done any wrong. His mother had only ever taken care of he, his brother and father, as far as he could tell. Did wonderful people go to heaven? Would his brother and father go to heaven too? Would he be left behind for not being a wonderful person like they were?
Tormented by thinking the things that he did so often, he was often sick for the first year following his mother’s death, both physically and mentally. At six years old, he was suffering from constant anxiety. It nearly came to the point where he no longer wanted to speak with anyone, nor go to school. At some point, in time, it occurred to him as much as he was suffering, he knew very well that his brother was hurting just as much, if not, more.
Instead of isolating himself, he busied himself by trying to arouse his twin’s mood as much as he could. He performed things like silly puppet shows with his old socks, read him stories—even though he couldn’t pronounce half of the words properly—and overall strived to constantly stay by his side. Though Alfred firmly doubted he was doing much to help his sibling, he knew that spending twice the time they had spent together before made him feel better.
Gradually, time passed, and wounds were patched up. They never fully healed, but they scabbed over, at the very least. Though Alfred sometimes woke from a nightmare in the middle of the night to the painful realization that there was no longer mother to cling or cry to, he no longer tortured himself, nor did he constantly worry about the ‘what if’s. He spent time with his father and Matthew, just like he always had, but more so. For the most part, he was his old, bubbly self again. He did, however, feel responsible for carrying more of his family’s weight. Once he was old enough, he made attempts to do simple chores around the house, but Matthew always seemed to beat him to the punch. If he’d attempt to clear some of the laundry, an empty basket would already be residing beside the machine, and he’d find the clean clothes neatly hung and folded in the closets. If he’d trail into the kitchen to wash the dishes, they’d already be spotless on the rack, reflecting the light drifting in through the window they resided in front of. On the rare occasion that he actually did find ways to help, they’d be simple, short tasks such as setting the table, watering the plants or bringing the newspaper in.
As meager as the tasks he managed were, his father constantly resorted to giving him credit for everything accomplished. As much as he tried to stress that it was his brother who was doing most of the work, he didn’t seem to pay mind. Their father was a kind one, no doubt, but his kindness certainly never matched up to his listening skills. While mulling this over and getting frustrated amidst it, Alfred often imagined that Matthew got his mostly limitless patience from their mother. Once he got over feeling irate, all that remained was guilt. He hated the fact that he undeservingly claimed the spotlight when his brother should, and it wasn’t unusual for him to vaguely apologize to Matthew for this. He’d always end up saying it was alright in that quiet, timid and somehow reassuring tone of his, but Alfred knew very well that it wasn’t. Even so, all he could usually muster was a nod in response. What else could he do?
Before he had a chance to take notice of it, years were flitting by. He and his twin were graduating from middle school. Things had stayed the same, for the most part, up until the point where his twin came home one day, proudly presenting a scholarship for the renowned World W. Academy. Alfred was more proud of Matthew than he could properly express. Ecstatic would be a better way to put it. His little brother was finally getting out into the world and doing something he wanted to do with his life. Unbeknownst to him, however, Alfred himself had received the very same scholarship. He’d been on the fence about the whole ordeal originally, but all of the sudden, it was seeming like a great opportunity for him as well. As much as he was too embarrassed to admit it, aside from the opportunity, it primarily came down to the fact that he didn’t want to be separated from the little brother he’d adored, spent the majority of his time with and strived to protect his entire life.
Less than a month after Matthew’s departure, he packed his bags to the brim and set off himself, growing more excited than he’d ever been whilst imagining the new things that awaited him.
Weapon: Twin blades (slash)
Statistics:
Persona: Bubbleman (Alfred’s version, Persona version [will add later when I actually feel like drawing seriously, herp derp])
Skills:
Role-play Sample:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Height: 5’6
Weight: Dude, ain’t that kind of a rude thing to ask? I mean—.. what? I’m not getting defensive! Here, my favorite kind of ice cream is vanilla soft serve with gummy bears! See? I’m all for being open, or something like that!
Country of Origin: America
Family: Matthew Williams
Student Year/Job Position: Sophomore
Appearance:
Personality: Alfred is a fairly simple minded person who is as boisterous as he is impulsive, and also a bit of a goofball. Being as upbeat a character as he is, he’s hardly ever seen sporting anything other than an extremely contagious smile or grin. Regardless of the things that happen in his life, good or bad, he’s become the kind of person who still tries to remain optimistic and put effort into every little thing he does. He is, however, somewhat of a slacker when it comes to homework. He never fails to pass his classes, but not exactly with flying colors. After all, he has a limited attention span and prefers to spend his time occupying himself with games, conversation, and partaking in doodling on whatever stray piece of paper he can get a hold of.
Despite these setbacks, his seemingly endless array of confidence goes just about as far as his limitations go. These limitations namely relate to fear. On that subject, Alfred is rare to outright display his fears, set aside for a time that anyone would be unfortunate enough to catch him in the middle of a thunder storm or scary movie. Though he’d deny it if inquired about it, he’s absolutely terrified, usually always resorting to latching onto the nearest person or object for an attempt at comfort.
When it comes to socializing, Alfred very much enjoys other people’s company and loves spending time with anyone that’s willing, or even those who aren’t as willing. He also takes great pleasure in assisting others, always jumping at a given chance to help a person in any way possible, and sometimes not at all possible. This being the case, he also has a bad habit of sticking his nose into other people’s business and helping when help isn’t exactly wanted or needed.
Amidst everything, he ultimately acts like an overly excitable child, but much like his fears, this is something he’d go out of his way to deny. Someone could walk up to him and make comments regarding how much he pouts when insulted, how much he sulks when he doesn’t get his own way and how stirred up he can become over the most trivial of things and he’d flat out reject all of it. He’ll also disagree with the fact that he’s more than a little oblivious.
Likes:
► Aliens and outer space—Outer space is perhaps the one thing he can sit down and read a legitimate book about, or in plainer terms, one with more words than pictures. It amazes him, and he’d even go so far as to say that he wants to be an astronaut when he’s older.
► The sky—This could very well go along with his fascination of outer space. The sky has always been something like an object of comfort for him; a vast object of comfort that he can see anytime and almost anyplace, regardless of where he is.
► Birds—He’s always been fond of birds, because they’re rather beautiful to look at. If someone were to ask him, he’d probably just settle for how ‘awesome’ they are. On top of that, he’s also admired how much freedom they have. He often has dreams of flying freely like birds do.
► Eating—Not much needs to be said on the end of his appetite. It’s seemingly limitless, and this could partially be blamed on him being a teenaged boy, but it’s even more hearty than that. Food itself is also comfort to him. He tends to binge when he’s upset.
► Movies—He’s always loved watching movies. Even if they’re the kind of movie he couldn’t normally get into, he takes great amusement in poking fun at them and turning it into a comedy instead.
► Comic books—As a child, the free time he hadn’t spent playing with his brother, frolicking out in his yard or watching cartoons, he spent reading comic books. The part he’s always loved the most about them are the heroes that always save the day in the end, even if it seems impossible.
► Video games—Playing video games sends Alfred to a world where he didn’t have to be himself. It’s always been something he enjoys, especially if it’s with others.
► Doodling—He tends to sketch out anything that comes to mind wherever he can. It’s something along the lines of a hobby, but he’s never once thought of taking it seriously.
► Making friends—He couldn’t exactly be classified as a social butterfly, but he does indeed love meeting new people, learning about them and connecting with them, regardless of how different they are from himself. When someone doesn’t like him, he tends to work harder at understanding them instead of resigning or minimalizing their contact like someone might normally do.
► Helping others—Ultimately, this is the kind of thing he lives for. When he feels he’s actually succeeded in helping someone in some way, he feels immensely fulfilled and inspired. It’s just as well somewhat of a childish sentiment, because he also just loves seeing people happy.
► Keepsakes—Nothing lasts forever. Alfred came to terms with this at a very young age. One thing that he’s found does last forever, however, are the things left behind. He’s rather insistent about giving presents, as well as receiving them. Whenever he goes somewhere special with someone, such as an amusement park or a fair, he makes sure to grab a souvenir. He also insists upon taking pictures whenever there’s a chance to.
Dislikes:
► The cold—Alfred is the type of person who gets cold very, very easily. Winter has its perks, like playing in the snow, Christmas and New Year’s, but he gets sick of it increasingly quickly. He tends to hole up inside for the majority of it.
► Studying—He simply doesn’t have the patience for it. Sitting still makes him twitch and itch.
► Boredom—To him, there’s nothing worse than being bored, and in turn, there’s nothing worse than him when he’s bored. He tends to whine and flail and roll and complain to every person within a ten foot radius.
► Being called a child—He knows it’s true, but he doesn’t like being reminded of his childish faults.
► Being called ‘overweight’—He most certainly is not overweight, but judging by the amount of food he eats on a daily basis, one might wonder why he isn’t. His eating habits are something he’d always been teased for, and it bothers him more than he usually lets on, because if you’re told something enough times, even if you don't think it in the beginning, you can indeed start to believe it yourself. He’s actually become immensely insecure about his body and often wears baggy clothing so as to hide it from any kind of view.
► Feeling lonely—Alfred doesn’t deal with loneliness well, though it’s something he wouldn’t outright tell anyone about. When he does start to feel lonely, his brother tends to be the first person he’ll go to.
► Being ignored—This goes along with him not being able to deal with loneliness well. It doesn’t actually happen all too frequently, but one of the things he really can’t stand is when people flat out ignore him.
Strengths:
► Strength—One of his most prominent strengths is strength itself. He’s always been physically strong, even as a child. He often wrestled with his father.
► Bravery—Alfred is a courageous person, even considering his fears. He'll dive into any challenge head on, even if the challenge is something as simple and ridiculous as forcing himself to sit through a horror movie sure to give him nightmares afterward.
► Selflessness—While he has a huge ego and sometimes talks like he's all in it for himself, he'll never hesitate to risk his own well being for another person.
► Optism—Alfred has always been one to look on the lighter side. Even at times when things seem hopeless, he can still find some sort of hope to latch onto. Whenever the opportunity presents itself, he doesn't hesitate to try and lighten the mood or get others back on their feet and raring to go, more often than not by acting like the goofball that he is.
► Happiness—Though he has an optimistic mindset, he obviously lets sadness get the better of him at times. He's only human. He does, however, have the tendency to rise out of it like a phoenix.
Weaknesses:
► Recklessness—Alfred has a bit of a habit of being reckless. It's in his nature. He'll often charge into any given situation without giving it much thought beforehand.
► Childishness—Though he has his moments of maturity, he has a very prominent habit of pouting or sulking when he doesn’t get his own way.
► Stubbornness—Once Alfred makes up his mind regarding anything, It's a chore to convince him to think or do otherwise. Being a little stubborn can certainly be a good thing, but not all the time.
► Obliviousness—As much as he claims otherwise, he truly is an oblivious person. Though he doesn’t intend to, he can speak rather bluntly, and also doesn’t know very well how to take hints.
► Self blame—Though he rarely lets on to this, save for those he’s comfortable with, he’s actually very quick to blame himself when something goes wrong. He’s always left thinking that he could have done something to change it.
Fears:
► The dark—Alfred has never once felt comfortable while in the darkness. Even at his age, he needs some sort of light on when he sleeps. He feels nervous and has trouble walking outside at night as well.
► Storms—He never really grew out of his fear of storms, though most children do when they reach a certain age. He can’t seem to reason out that it can’t really hurt him or anyone else so long as he’s inside and ends up imagining scenarios that have close to no chance of happening, such as lightning striking a nearby tree and setting everything aflame.
► Ghosts—This is the end result of watching far too many scary movies out of curiosity or in an attempt to look brave when he was younger. At the mere mention of the word ‘ghost’, he’s reduced to a nervous and horrified wreck, even though he’s never had an experience where he’s seen one himself.
► Silence—Silence disturbs him. It’s part of the reason why he’s such a talkative person. Though it’s a bit ridiculous, he often worries of becoming deaf.
History: Alfred lead an overall warmhearted childhood. He had all the attention, praise and love he could have possibly wanted. His family was just about as happy as they came, though they had their problems, just like every family did.
His mother died around the time he was six years old, leaving him in a pure state of shock. It had never once occurred to him that someone in his life could up and disappear with no possible way to bring them back. After all, he was only a child. This new, unwelcome and horrible concept that went by the name of death was still a foreign concept to him. Upon hearing that his mother was now in a place called heaven, seeing her lay lifeless in the hospital bed, all he could confusedly inquire about was as to what heaven’s phone number was as his father finally submitted to tears. Seeing the way both his father and brother Matthew broke down, he broke down himself.
Days, weeks and months passed, and Alfred finally began to understand the gravity of the situation. His mother was gone. She wasn’t anywhere to be found. She’d never be anywhere to be found. This realization tore at the very roots of his foundation. He often stayed up late into the night, wondering why it happened until his small body gave out and he had no choice but to surrender to sleep. Even in his dreams, his mystified thoughts haunted him.
His mother was a wonderful person. At least he thought so. His mother hadn’t done any wrong. His mother had only ever taken care of he, his brother and father, as far as he could tell. Did wonderful people go to heaven? Would his brother and father go to heaven too? Would he be left behind for not being a wonderful person like they were?
Tormented by thinking the things that he did so often, he was often sick for the first year following his mother’s death, both physically and mentally. At six years old, he was suffering from constant anxiety. It nearly came to the point where he no longer wanted to speak with anyone, nor go to school. At some point, in time, it occurred to him as much as he was suffering, he knew very well that his brother was hurting just as much, if not, more.
Instead of isolating himself, he busied himself by trying to arouse his twin’s mood as much as he could. He performed things like silly puppet shows with his old socks, read him stories—even though he couldn’t pronounce half of the words properly—and overall strived to constantly stay by his side. Though Alfred firmly doubted he was doing much to help his sibling, he knew that spending twice the time they had spent together before made him feel better.
Gradually, time passed, and wounds were patched up. They never fully healed, but they scabbed over, at the very least. Though Alfred sometimes woke from a nightmare in the middle of the night to the painful realization that there was no longer mother to cling or cry to, he no longer tortured himself, nor did he constantly worry about the ‘what if’s. He spent time with his father and Matthew, just like he always had, but more so. For the most part, he was his old, bubbly self again. He did, however, feel responsible for carrying more of his family’s weight. Once he was old enough, he made attempts to do simple chores around the house, but Matthew always seemed to beat him to the punch. If he’d attempt to clear some of the laundry, an empty basket would already be residing beside the machine, and he’d find the clean clothes neatly hung and folded in the closets. If he’d trail into the kitchen to wash the dishes, they’d already be spotless on the rack, reflecting the light drifting in through the window they resided in front of. On the rare occasion that he actually did find ways to help, they’d be simple, short tasks such as setting the table, watering the plants or bringing the newspaper in.
As meager as the tasks he managed were, his father constantly resorted to giving him credit for everything accomplished. As much as he tried to stress that it was his brother who was doing most of the work, he didn’t seem to pay mind. Their father was a kind one, no doubt, but his kindness certainly never matched up to his listening skills. While mulling this over and getting frustrated amidst it, Alfred often imagined that Matthew got his mostly limitless patience from their mother. Once he got over feeling irate, all that remained was guilt. He hated the fact that he undeservingly claimed the spotlight when his brother should, and it wasn’t unusual for him to vaguely apologize to Matthew for this. He’d always end up saying it was alright in that quiet, timid and somehow reassuring tone of his, but Alfred knew very well that it wasn’t. Even so, all he could usually muster was a nod in response. What else could he do?
Before he had a chance to take notice of it, years were flitting by. He and his twin were graduating from middle school. Things had stayed the same, for the most part, up until the point where his twin came home one day, proudly presenting a scholarship for the renowned World W. Academy. Alfred was more proud of Matthew than he could properly express. Ecstatic would be a better way to put it. His little brother was finally getting out into the world and doing something he wanted to do with his life. Unbeknownst to him, however, Alfred himself had received the very same scholarship. He’d been on the fence about the whole ordeal originally, but all of the sudden, it was seeming like a great opportunity for him as well. As much as he was too embarrassed to admit it, aside from the opportunity, it primarily came down to the fact that he didn’t want to be separated from the little brother he’d adored, spent the majority of his time with and strived to protect his entire life.
Less than a month after Matthew’s departure, he packed his bags to the brim and set off himself, growing more excited than he’d ever been whilst imagining the new things that awaited him.
Weapon: Twin blades (slash)
Statistics:
ST (Strength) ★★★★★★★★
MA (Magic) ★★
EN (Endurance) ★★★★★
Persona: Bubbleman (Alfred’s version, Persona version [will add later when I actually feel like drawing seriously, herp derp])
Description: ‘Bubbleman’ resembles a comic book hero and was created by Alfred himself. He can be found residing in the majority of his childhood scribbles. He sports a blue jumpsuit, matching mask and a flowing red cape. Though his fists alone would pack a punch—literally—he primarily does battle with the broadsword he wields. He will only fight for the sake of justice and nothing less.
Arcana: The Fool
Drain ~ N/A
Weak ~ Ice
Resist ~ N/A
Null ~ Fire
Skills:
Agi: Inflicts a small amount of Fire damage to one enemy. (3 SP)
Hama: Inflict a small amount of Light damage to one enemy. (6 SP)
Cleave: Inflicts a small amount of Slash damage to one enemy. (10% HP)
Maragi: Inflicts a small amount of Fire damage to all enemies. (6 SP)
Endure: Survive being knocked Unconscious once per battle with 1 HP remaining.
Role-play Sample:
It probably didn’t seem to anyone as if America could get any more excited about this, but that’s just what happened when the group finally entered the mansion. It looked like something out of a movie to him. He peered down each of the hallways before him, grinning to his ears. A whole new place for him to explore! He thought he’d been everywhere in the world—that is, everywhere he could go—but apparently not!
After looking in the three directions once more, he turned to the others, namely to England, who seemed to have been distracted, or on second thought, maybe just quiet since they’d first arrived. He seemed off to him, somehow. Was it worry? Maybe he was scared? He could’ve been just imagining things, too. The blond’s eyes widened in a faint bit of surprise when he suddenly spoke.
"I'll... take a look around this floor first."
As the other made this declaration, his gaze flickered from England to the rest of the group. He assumed everyone would be splitting up from here regardless, and he’d definitely rather end up exploring with someone stuffy like England before he had a chance to end up alone with someone like Russia. He was eager to get going, anyway. Deciding he’d made up his mind, he smiled, turning on his heel.
“I’ll come along, too!” He chirped, stuffing his hands in his pockets and following after him, not giving the Englishman so much as a chance to object or put up any kind of fuss. “Saves me from trekking up those creaky looking stairs, anyhow.”
—from HetaOni RP, Hetalia Replay
After looking in the three directions once more, he turned to the others, namely to England, who seemed to have been distracted, or on second thought, maybe just quiet since they’d first arrived. He seemed off to him, somehow. Was it worry? Maybe he was scared? He could’ve been just imagining things, too. The blond’s eyes widened in a faint bit of surprise when he suddenly spoke.
"I'll... take a look around this floor first."
As the other made this declaration, his gaze flickered from England to the rest of the group. He assumed everyone would be splitting up from here regardless, and he’d definitely rather end up exploring with someone stuffy like England before he had a chance to end up alone with someone like Russia. He was eager to get going, anyway. Deciding he’d made up his mind, he smiled, turning on his heel.
“I’ll come along, too!” He chirped, stuffing his hands in his pockets and following after him, not giving the Englishman so much as a chance to object or put up any kind of fuss. “Saves me from trekking up those creaky looking stairs, anyhow.”
—from HetaOni RP, Hetalia Replay
