THE CHARACTER
Name: Alfred F. Jones
Age: 20
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Appearance: In height and weight, Alfred is a pretty average person. He isn't
that tall, and while he's a little on the pudgy side, he's not too heavy. He has blue eyes and blonde hair. A cowlick in his hair causes a strand to stand at all times. His eyesight is fairly bad, so he wears glasses. Without them, he'd definitely run into stuff that was obviously in his way. ( Let's say... a wall? ) He could charm anyone with his dashing smile, his teeth always seeming to be a sparkling white.
He dresses like a slob almost all of the time. He wears baggy t-shirts and jeans, often with his beloved bomber jacket thrown on over his shirt. Being ridiculously in love with his home country, his shirts usually have obnoxious designs showing his American pride. He sometimes wears American flag boxers, even. Because he really
is a slob, it's no surprise that there are stains on his clothes from whatever it was he had eaten.
Personality: Almost all of the time, Alfred is a very joyful person. It is hard to bring him down from his chipper mood. Even though he does have his occasional moments of pouting, that hardly counts as brining him down. It takes very little for him to stop his pouting and act just as bouncy as before. And, he is kind of like a little kid. The silliest things excite him for no particular reason.
He's also rather obnoxious. He has a way of pissing off everyone he meets just by being ridiculous and annoying. But he does it on purpose, because he thinks it's really funny when people get angry. He's loud, and always voices really dumb ideas. He's also very clingy, and has no respect for other's personal space.
As much as he does love to annoy people, Alfred does consider (most) everyone his friend, and will always stand up for them. He is a hero after all~ And so, he makes it his job to protect everyone, even if they don't need protecting. Sticking his nose into other people's business whether they like it or not. It is this that is probably the most annoying part of his personality, but he does mean well....
Alfred is somewhat self concious, mostly about his body weight. He is by no means weak, but he has more fat than muscle. He gets very upset if that is brought up, though, as he doesn't want to acknowledge that he should probably eat healthier food.
In the way of acting, it can appear that Alfred really doesn't care for it. He will joke around and act badly usually until someone smacks him around and tells him to quit. When he does get around to taking his role seriously, he is very good.
Likes:Superheroes! - 'Cause who doesn't love a man in tights? ... wait....
Hamburgers - Only the most delicious food ever invented, right, right?
Video games - No better way to spend your time!
Bothering people - Dude, it's so funny when people get pissed off~
Hugging! - Is it so wrong to like affection?
Pets - Animals are awesome! They're so fun to play with! And they're really cute.
America - The best country ever! Don't you dare say otherwise!
Accents - It's fun to listen to people with accents talk.
Coffee - Delicious~
Dislikes:Ghosts - Hahaha, I'm definitely not afraid of ghosts! ... Seriously.
Marmite - No. Just... no.
Tea - So gross! How can people drink that stuff!?
Perverts - Dude, don't touch me there!
Villains - Bastards!
Being called fat - I-it's not fat... it's muscle....
Job: Actor
Experience: The first time Alfred participated in a play was at the age of 8. It was a simple school play with bad acting from children to entertain their parents, but he loved the experience. Every year after that, he continued to act in school plays. He joined a small theatre group at 14 which gave him more variation in the parts he played. He worked hard to become the best actor he could be. After graduating, when he was 18, he continued his schooling in a university, taking some drama classes. He still takes classes now, always wishing to improve his skills.
Extra details: Considering his usually annoying and bouncy personality, he's surprisingly good at playing serious roles.
Brief History: Alfred's life growing up wasn't particularly exciting. He led a very typical life, going to school, spending time with friends, and about half of his life has been spent in front of a television. Probably the most exciting part of his life was his parent's divorce. He wasn't affected
too badly by this, though, naturally, it did hurt. Still, he did not let that bring him down, and he continued on living his life.
In school, Alfred had always wanted to play sports, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to join. He does regret it some, but at the same time he thinks it was a better choice to stick to acting. He was actually good at acting, and not so much at any of the sports he wanted to play. Even so, he tells himself that he could have learned and should have taken the chance, but....
He never actually had many friends growing up. People were usually put off by his obnoxious personality. But he really didn't mind that. He wouldn't want to be friends with anyone who couldn't handle him just as he was. He certainly wasn't going to change for anyone else's sake.
RP Sample:( Duuuude, zombie apocalypse roleplay. )Fitting to his personality, Alfred's stomach growled obnoxiously as he stood in the line of one of the small restaurants contained in the food court. All he really wanted was a hamburger! One really big, delicious, greasy hamburger. Buuut apparently the workers at the stand thought everyone was okay with waiting because they were talking their sweet time serving everyone! He tapped his foot, letting out an overly exaggerated sigh.
"Come oooooooon! Some people are kinda busy and can't wait all day long for their food!" At that, he received a few glares, but what did he care? He's the fucking United States of America: only the most important country in the world! And he was really hungry! Fortunately, after that he didn't have to wait that much longer before he finally got his food. He 'whoop'ed, taking the tray and heading away from the line to find a seat. Of course, he didn't wait until he got to his seat before he started eating his food, and he was missing one and a half burger's by the time he finally set his tray down. He very nearly took a seat before he realized the ground was shaking. He looked around wondering what was going on. And then everything around him seemed to explode.
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"Uuungh... what happened?" Alfred lifted his head, blinking away the dust that was in his eyes. It wasn't helping, really. There was so much dust in the air that it was impossible to keep it out of his eyes. He could barely see anything, again probably because of the dust. Or perhaps it was a concussion? His head hurt really bad. He sat up completely, still blinking, and carefully rubbed the back of his head. He must have hit it when he fell. What was it that caused him to fall again? Whatever it was, it seemed to be the cause of all the dust and debris around him. And there were... bodies. Bodies of people who had been sitting in the food court with him before. Alfred shuddered, looking away from the bodies. This was horrible. How did this happen? All of the nations had agreed to take a break! How could one of them have betrayed that? At least, he was sure it had come from one of them. This had to be a bombing...
He was pissed off, but he wasn't even sure who to be pissed at. He didn't know who had bombed them, but... No, at the moment it wasn't important. He'd figure it out later. For now, he had to find out if anyone else had survived this. He thought for a moment, trying to think of a way to contact other people.
"Oh! I should have..." he didn't finish his sentence, opting to dig through the pockets of his jacket before pulling out a walky-talky. He always kept one on him! Why? Because walky-talkies are cool! And apparently it was going to prove useful, because he couldn't be the only one out there with a walky-talky. He was right, too, because almost as soon as he had pulled it out, there was a voice coming from it. One he recognized.
"Yo! Hey! Kansas! You out there?" He called back, stopping to cough. This dust made it hard to breathe, too.
He stood, deciding to leave the area and find somewhere that was less dusty. He noted, sadly, when he stood that his food had been ruined too. But then he shook his head, remembering he had to be more serious. There were more important things than hamburgers in this world. Like his daughter who currently needed a hero! He needed to find her! And to find his way around all of this debris.
"Where are you right now? I'm at the food court in the mall! Er... what's left of it!" Alfred hoped she was getting these messages. Her voice had been a bit static-y when he heard it, and he wasn't sure how good of reception he'd get in this place. If she didn't respond, then he'd keep trying. Finally making his way away from the food court, he realized that the mall really wasn't in that bad of condition. Aside from things that had fallen over, it seemed the building itself hadn't taken that much damage. But there was still a ton of dust everywhere...
OUT OF CHARACTER
Name/Nickname: Elise
Age: 17
Country and timezone: United States, GMT -6
Did you read the rules?: Heck no. But hey, aren't oranges delicious?
Any last words?: To the future person who plays Canada:
History stuff is subject to change if needed.
