Post by captainamerica on Jun 12, 2011 14:23:29 GMT -5
[/li][li] Comic Books
Alfred F. Jones
name: Alfred F. Jones
origination: United States of America
age: 17
grade: Junior
social class: Middle/Lower Class
positive traits:
- Intelligent
- Optimistic
- Fun
- Strong sense of right and wrong
- Determined
negative traits:
- Hyperactive
- Easily distracted
- Can't really read the atmosphere
- Sometimes blinded by his beliefs
- Has a bit of a temper
likes:
[li] Physics
[/li][li] Computers
[/li][li] World of Warcraft
[/li][li] Democracy!
[/li][li] Hamburgers
[/li][li] History (especially WWII)
[/li][li] His guitar[/li][/ul]
dislikes:
- Creationists
- God
- People who don't take school seriously
- Being underestimated
- Government corruption
history:
Alfred is the son of small time dairy farmers in the Great Plains. Growing up it was all hard work and being up at the crack of dawn. His father spent all of his time taking care of the farm and his mother was a housewife and a Sunday school teacher. As a child, he was raised on the word of the Bible and he believed everything his mother told him.
But as he got older and learned more about science in school, his opinions changed. Soon he wasn't going to Church anymore and the pictures of Biblical figures on his walls were replaced with world leaders and renowned scientists. He set up a lab in an extra room, working odd jobs around town at their farms and others to get the money to buy supplies and equipment.
Now that he's in Victorious, he plans to use the education given him to launch a career in Theoretical Physics or Genetic Engineering and follow in the footsteps of his heroes.
sample post:
This was it, today was the day that he would finally be leaving the Free States of America for the Heta Empire. He was excited, more so than he could remember being at any time of his life. He was going to see new lands and experience new things and when he finally came home it would be with stories of things his family and friends had never even dreamt of. There was only one problem.
Ma was blubbering again.
“Al, promise me you’ll be careful.” His mother asked, tearful as she inspected her son one more time. He was dressed sharply in his military uniform, given to him so civilians would know he worked with them, with his father’s old jacket that had been handed down to him over his own issued uniform jacket. It wasn’t cold in the slightest, but he wore the old leather bomber jacket more for comfort and strength than anything. His father was his hero, the man he’d always tried to emulate. And looking at him now, Amelia Jones could see the resemblance between her husband and son. She held his shoulders, looking up into his eyes as she licked her handkerchief and wiped at his cheeks. Her own were red from crying with tracks of tears coursing down them.
It made Alfred uncomfortable seeing his mother cry and he shifted from foot to foot, not looking her in the eyes. Girls crying period had always made him rather uncomfortable, but seeing his mom cry was even worse. And the fact that it was basically his fault made him feel horrible. “Aw, Ma! Don’t cry, you’re embarrassing me. And you know I’ll be careful! I ain’t a little kid you gotta look out for, anymore. I’m a man now!” He protested, trying to get away from the kerchief. It was scratchy and he did not have something on his face! And he was totally not pouting.
“Alfred Jones you mind your mother, now.” His father warned when he saw his son was getting a bit too impatient with his mother. He knew his father wasn’t truly angry; he just didn’t want him to forget his manners. And this might be the last time Ma saw him for a while, he guessed she was entitled to some fussing. But the slight frown melted into a smile as he pulled his son into a hug. “You be good, boy. You’re a good kid, but sometimes you don’t think before you act.” He told him, making a small shot of embarrassment and sheepishness go through him. Was he really that bad?
“Yes sir.” He replied with a grin of his own, returning his father’s hug and pulling his mother into his arms after. “I’ll be good, ma, I promise. And when I get back I’ll bring you all sorts of pretty things. Silk from the Asian Confederation so you can make yourself a pretty dress for entertaining guests like a proper lady! And Hair combs and a tea set and perfumes!”
His mother just laughed and slapped his arm. “All I want is for my boy to come home in one piece, maybe with a good girl on his arm so he can take over the farm when your pa and I get old.”
“Ma! Don’t say things like that!” He protested, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Besides, you and Pa aren’t gonna get old!” he shot his mother a disarming smile as she shooed him up the ramp. “You just come back alive, you hear!?”
At the top of the ramp he turned and shot his parents a smile as bright as the sun and saluted. His father gave a small, proud smile and saluted back. Alfred squared his shoulders and turned back, walking onto the ship and into his future .
Ma was blubbering again.
“Al, promise me you’ll be careful.” His mother asked, tearful as she inspected her son one more time. He was dressed sharply in his military uniform, given to him so civilians would know he worked with them, with his father’s old jacket that had been handed down to him over his own issued uniform jacket. It wasn’t cold in the slightest, but he wore the old leather bomber jacket more for comfort and strength than anything. His father was his hero, the man he’d always tried to emulate. And looking at him now, Amelia Jones could see the resemblance between her husband and son. She held his shoulders, looking up into his eyes as she licked her handkerchief and wiped at his cheeks. Her own were red from crying with tracks of tears coursing down them.
It made Alfred uncomfortable seeing his mother cry and he shifted from foot to foot, not looking her in the eyes. Girls crying period had always made him rather uncomfortable, but seeing his mom cry was even worse. And the fact that it was basically his fault made him feel horrible. “Aw, Ma! Don’t cry, you’re embarrassing me. And you know I’ll be careful! I ain’t a little kid you gotta look out for, anymore. I’m a man now!” He protested, trying to get away from the kerchief. It was scratchy and he did not have something on his face! And he was totally not pouting.
“Alfred Jones you mind your mother, now.” His father warned when he saw his son was getting a bit too impatient with his mother. He knew his father wasn’t truly angry; he just didn’t want him to forget his manners. And this might be the last time Ma saw him for a while, he guessed she was entitled to some fussing. But the slight frown melted into a smile as he pulled his son into a hug. “You be good, boy. You’re a good kid, but sometimes you don’t think before you act.” He told him, making a small shot of embarrassment and sheepishness go through him. Was he really that bad?
“Yes sir.” He replied with a grin of his own, returning his father’s hug and pulling his mother into his arms after. “I’ll be good, ma, I promise. And when I get back I’ll bring you all sorts of pretty things. Silk from the Asian Confederation so you can make yourself a pretty dress for entertaining guests like a proper lady! And Hair combs and a tea set and perfumes!”
His mother just laughed and slapped his arm. “All I want is for my boy to come home in one piece, maybe with a good girl on his arm so he can take over the farm when your pa and I get old.”
“Ma! Don’t say things like that!” He protested, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Besides, you and Pa aren’t gonna get old!” he shot his mother a disarming smile as she shooed him up the ramp. “You just come back alive, you hear!?”
At the top of the ramp he turned and shot his parents a smile as bright as the sun and saluted. His father gave a small, proud smile and saluted back. Alfred squared his shoulders and turned back, walking onto the ship and into his future .
Hi my name is Hera and i'm 19 years old! I have been roleplaying since 2005 and I can't wait to join this roleplay! I also play pretty much everyone else and I will try to be awesomely active here. Oh! And Your mother !
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