Post by Alfred Jones on Dec 22, 2010 23:35:47 GMT -5
Name: Alfred F. Jones /// United States of America
Age: 19
Academic Goals: Majoring Science. Either wants to be an Astrobiologist or even one of the rare Xenobiologists.
Year: Freshmen
Occupation: Student - Works at a burger shop
Likes:
○ Food, especially burgers, milkshakes, and french fries
○ UFOs, aliens, space, etc
○ Airplanes, helicopters, jets, etc
○ Weapons like rifles and guns
○ Movies, music, entertainment
○ Cowboys and Indians
○ His friends and family (this including his alien pal Tony)
○ Being the hero
○ Rabbits
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○ V I C T O R Y, J U S T I C E, & F R E E D O M !
Dislikes:
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× Injustice
× Ghosts and paranormal activities
× Being called 'fat'
× Having Nantucket pulled or touched
× Tea
× War and fighting in general
× Failure
× Having bad relationships with others
× Being reminded of the past
× Depending on others
Personality:
America is a cheerful man full of pride and courage. When one needs help, he will not hesitate to lend a hand, no matter the downfall on his side. Even though there are certain people he dislikes greatly, he believes that every human deserves liberty and justice. Alfred is the type of man to stand up for what is right and never gives up, no matter what. He is very patriotic and loyal, always doing what he's told to do by his boss. During bad times, America tries to stay optimistic and will fight until the very end.
Alfred can be considered an idiot. In fact, it's rather normal for him to be called one. He is absolutely horrible at planning out attacks, thinking up the impossible, thus he'll often need a few guides and hints from his buddies. He is also bad at reading the aura around people. If two people are having a depressing conversation, leave it to Alfred to barge in, make a stupid joke, and laugh like the oblivious fool he is. Despite his country-friends, he cannot locate nations on the world map and will always mix South America and Africa up. He'll even forget that there's a separate country located right on top of his own - not to mention that country is his brother.
Don't judge him by his stupidity, however. Alfred does have common sense and knows when enough is enough. It may take a while but once he becomes aware that someone is upset, he will avoid getting them even more upset. He is very kind, sweet and warm-hearted - doing all he possibly can to cheer someone up. He can become serious when needed. And to make up for his poor geography skills, Alfred is fairly good with technology and sports. He loves to invent new types of weapons, design aircrafts, and so on. His favorite sports are football ("rugby" for most) and baseball; taking every game as if his life depended on it.
America strongly believes that the supernatural does exist. He does not believe in fairies, unicorns, flying mint rabbits, and all of that British junk however. He has a love for aliens and UFOs - he even claims to have a buddy named Tony, whom is said to be an alien. He is absolutely terrified of ghosts, though he will deny this, usually saying something like, "I'm a hero, I'm not afraid of anything!"
Alfred can be very self-centered. He can be a stubborn brat if things do not go his way; sometimes even throwing a little fit. He often forgets important people and dates (even forgetting about his own brother occasionally). He has so much pride, you could say it's the sin of vanity. He claims that his country is number one in the world and always will be and also claims to be the awesome hero. He enjoys making movies and most of the time, there will be some sort of kick-ass hero he invented.
There is a darker side to Alfred underneath the goofy smiles and booming laughter. Like any nation would be, he tries to shrug off the deaths of comrades during battle. As heartbroken as he is, America will even pretend to not care if one of his crew mates dies in action. And as cruel as it sounds, he has even laughed about the topic. This does not mean he won't hold a funeral or attend a memorial - it's guaranteed that he will. It is for the sake of staying in control of his own actions during war. There have been occasions when America actually has nearly lost his mind over something but he is quickly saved either by his own people or friend nations. And even if he's not in battle, Alfred will more than likely pretend everything's okay even when he's hurt in some way. This is just his American nature.
All in all, America is optimistic, loud, ambitious, energetic, and usually the friendly type. That is, unless you're a communist or some sort of terrorist.
History:
Will be discussed with Canada!
Sample Post:
It was hard to see anything; gusts of wind blew dirt and ash in the blond's face. It was hard to breath, almost as if he really couldn't breath, and was imagining everything. Every breathe he took was disgusting. It smelled bad, it reeked of death; of people burning, bleeding, dying. His people. He coughed, the boy felt like he would puke right then, right there. He could just roll over and die. Everything would be over then right?
But he can't think that way. He's America. The U.S.A. - the big guy with the cool stuff and number one in the world. The fucking hero! People were looking up on him from all over the world - whether it's good or bad. True, some people were just waiting for him to fall. And that's exactly why he can't fail, for he did NOT want anyone laughing at him for his fall. And he wouldn't be able to face...
Gunshots, bombs, screaming, groaning... Alfred want to rip his damn ears off. It was awful, hearing his own people die this way. Was war even necessary? Or was this utterly pointless? He couldn't even remember what the damn fight was even for. Now it just seemed like days and days of fighting but no goal. There was nothing that he could even remember that was so important, it required the lives of so many citizens. Some were younger than him - seventeen at the youngest - and they were laying on the ground, suffering. And they were praying, for they knew they'd be dead in less than an hour. God wouldn't save them. As cruel as it sounded, God would not do a thing. Alfred could understand why; this was life and all... but at the same time he thought, "He's fucking GOD, so why doesn't he do anything?!"
It was also during battle when Alfred felt the most useless. He could try and save one soldier but there were dozens of others begging for someone to help them. He was taught better to even acknowledge them dying. It was too emotional and in war, if you break down, you're screwed. You have to laugh at death. You have to just sit there and laugh about everything. That is exactly what America did. As his friends around him screamed, bled, died... He began to laugh. It was soft but it was there.
Then he was grabbed by the shoulders and shoved to the ground. Everything was blurry but he could feel whoever had pushed him bleeding right on his chest. But he could feel them breathing too. He gently pulled himself out, careful to damage the other any more than they already have been. He stopped once the body was resting on his legs. America took that moment to find out who it was. He regrets it instantly.
Of all the men, it had to be one of the kids, didn't it? This was just some cruel joke. No one at such a young age should die like this, not ever. But here was one seventeen-year-old, dying right in front of him. And it took Alfred a moment to realize that this kid had taken a bullet for him. But why?
He would cry if it wasn't war. He knew it was hopeless trying to do anything - was there even a health kit nearby? He could feel his heart shattering, as if he just finally realized how much of a fucking hell he was in. The gunshots, the cries, they were all much more clear to him. When he looked around, the first thing he noticed was how many were dead.
Still, he did not cry. He wanted to. It hurt him more to not cry but besides his heart, the rest of him knew it wasn't allowed. Instead, he began laughing like he did before. America pushed the boy off of him, still being careful but with more force. Ha ha ha. He slowly pulled himself back up and looked at his surroundings. Aha ha ha. It smelled bad, it just seriously reeked. Scrunching his nose, he grabbed his own gun. Positioning it, he aimed at a target, and pulled a trigger. Ha, ha ha ha. Miss. Was he even aiming at anything important?
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Weeks after the battle had passed and America was to meet with other countries today. Was he still heartbroken? Of course he was. He wished sometimes he had someone who wouldn't care if he just cried and vented to them. He wanted to find someone who would accept him even for acting in such a way. But Alfred could not do it. He has been tempted before - a lot, actually. But he did not want to feel like a burden, like a failure, or a laughing stock. With his country being one of the most dominate in the world, he was expected to be big, tough, and a hero.
And one thing he believed in? Heroes never cry.
Personal + Optional
Alias: Seabunny, LooLoo, Loony, etc.
Timezone: GMT -6 Central
PASTA AND WURST
Favorite Pairings: Hm, I don't know. Maybe you should find out yourself. <3
Alternate Characters: Sealand, Poland and some Switzerland and England.
