Post by Spain on Apr 7, 2010 8:31:57 GMT -5
Name: Alfred F Jones
Country of Origin: The United States of America
Gender Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 175 lbs
Appearance: (I'm at school, so you guys don't get a picture :'D )
Alfred F Jones is a teenager, and that much shows in his facial features-he's still a bit chubby in the cheeks ( Don't tell him it's because of the junk food; he might cry.) He has short, messy blonde hair with a stray piece that sticks up like an antennae, and bright blue eyes behind glasses. Muscular and strong, he's fairly tall, and wears comfortable if functional clothes--dark pants, a button up shirt and half done tie. His clothes change daily, save one thing, his beloved old brown bomber's jacket, which you will never catch him without.
Crew member of:
Status: Crew? :'D;;
Pet: [
Crest:
Personality:
There isn't really a phrase that can describe Alfred in one word; the first thing that comes to mind is the expression "8DDD". He's energetic and hyperactive, like a teenager who's had too much coffee (oh wait...) and loves proclaiming his heroism to anyone and everyone who will listen--not to mention, he rather enjoys showing off his almost freakish strength. He loves justice, freedom, and all things good in the world more than anything and anyone.
As excited and happy or what have you he may seem on the surface, Alfred's a deeper character than you think. Beyond the hyperactivity, he's a strong leader and a genuinely good person: he's charismatic, with the kind of boyish charm that makes women swoon. Everything he does is big--when he's happy, he's happy, when he's frightened (especially of ghosts, his silly but very true fear), you know it.
On the less positive side, Alfred is conceited and a bit of a jerk. He picks on peoplespecifically England when the opportunity arises, and the atmosphere, to him,is just where the weather occurs. Which is also wrong. He's terrible with geography and can be a complete airhead, leading him to be a bit ignorant when it comes to the well being of other people. The proper term for him would be a Jerk With a Heart of Gold.
History:
Alfred F Jones always knew he was destined for something great.
As a child, he lived in the United States, the land of opportunity. His family wasn't well off, but not completely poor; still, he worked miscalleanous odd jobs for his family until the age of nineteen.
Alfred had always idolized heroes--their bravery, their charm--and in his very one track mind, he was sure he was going to become one. Being a hero meant being there to help people, meant being adored and put on a pedestal, and God knew the ambitious American wanted that more than everything. And to him, the brave crews on the seas were just that--heroes.
Alfred charmed his way onto a ship at the age of 17.The time on the crew of that sea ship was like a taste to whet the appetite of the American, who instantly knew he had found his calling. What was there not to love? Patrolling the oceans for those no good Sky pirates, pulling ropes, drinking, loving--it was like paradise.
Upon the end of his tour of duty two years later, Alfred returned home, kissed his mother goodbye, and went back out, wandering the docks and wondering how hard it would be for a hero like him to get his own ship. However, strange things were starting to happen to the young man, strange things indeed. Alfred starting having dreams of things that had never happened to him--of people calling him America, of war and peace, and especially of a broken, blonde figure sobbing in the rain as he stood over him. He didn't know where these images came from, didn't know why he was having them,but-- there had to be a reason for it, right?
He'd deal with it. Because that's what heroes do.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: I am--oh, wait, I gotta answer! Well, Jack Sparrow, duh! Cause he's a character in one of my awesome movies!
(I hope that wasn't too long, and to your liking, England! :'D;; )
Country of Origin: The United States of America
Gender Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 175 lbs
Appearance: (I'm at school, so you guys don't get a picture :'D )
Alfred F Jones is a teenager, and that much shows in his facial features-he's still a bit chubby in the cheeks ( Don't tell him it's because of the junk food; he might cry.) He has short, messy blonde hair with a stray piece that sticks up like an antennae, and bright blue eyes behind glasses. Muscular and strong, he's fairly tall, and wears comfortable if functional clothes--dark pants, a button up shirt and half done tie. His clothes change daily, save one thing, his beloved old brown bomber's jacket, which you will never catch him without.
Crew member of:
Status: Crew? :'D;;
Pet: [
Crest:
Personality:
There isn't really a phrase that can describe Alfred in one word; the first thing that comes to mind is the expression "8DDD". He's energetic and hyperactive, like a teenager who's had too much coffee (oh wait...) and loves proclaiming his heroism to anyone and everyone who will listen--not to mention, he rather enjoys showing off his almost freakish strength. He loves justice, freedom, and all things good in the world more than anything and anyone.
As excited and happy or what have you he may seem on the surface, Alfred's a deeper character than you think. Beyond the hyperactivity, he's a strong leader and a genuinely good person: he's charismatic, with the kind of boyish charm that makes women swoon. Everything he does is big--when he's happy, he's happy, when he's frightened (especially of ghosts, his silly but very true fear), you know it.
On the less positive side, Alfred is conceited and a bit of a jerk. He picks on people
History:
Alfred F Jones always knew he was destined for something great.
As a child, he lived in the United States, the land of opportunity. His family wasn't well off, but not completely poor; still, he worked miscalleanous odd jobs for his family until the age of nineteen.
Alfred had always idolized heroes--their bravery, their charm--and in his very one track mind, he was sure he was going to become one. Being a hero meant being there to help people, meant being adored and put on a pedestal, and God knew the ambitious American wanted that more than everything. And to him, the brave crews on the seas were just that--heroes.
Alfred charmed his way onto a ship at the age of 17.The time on the crew of that sea ship was like a taste to whet the appetite of the American, who instantly knew he had found his calling. What was there not to love? Patrolling the oceans for those no good Sky pirates, pulling ropes, drinking, loving--it was like paradise.
Upon the end of his tour of duty two years later, Alfred returned home, kissed his mother goodbye, and went back out, wandering the docks and wondering how hard it would be for a hero like him to get his own ship. However, strange things were starting to happen to the young man, strange things indeed. Alfred starting having dreams of things that had never happened to him--of people calling him America, of war and peace, and especially of a broken, blonde figure sobbing in the rain as he stood over him. He didn't know where these images came from, didn't know why he was having them,but-- there had to be a reason for it, right?
He'd deal with it. Because that's what heroes do.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: I am--oh, wait, I gotta answer! Well, Jack Sparrow, duh! Cause he's a character in one of my awesome movies!
(I hope that wasn't too long, and to your liking, England! :'D;; )
