Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jan 29, 2011 1:08:14 GMT -5
Name: Alfred F. Jones
Age: 19
Country: United States of AWESOME
Appearance:
Alfred is a rather tall youth of about 5'11 and a half with golden blonde hair cut simply. It usually lays pretty straight unless he's having a shitty hair day, but there's always one piece of hair sticking up that he calls Nantucket because it's shaped a bit like Nantucket. He gets a real kick out of that. His eyes are big and blue as the skies and so expressive that they're easy to read. His whole face is, really. He's an open book that wears his heart on his sleeve. But his eyesight is a little dodgy, so he wears glasses over them. Wireframes that he calls Texas like the state. He usually wears casual clothes like comfortable jeans and a tshirt that's stained with engine grease and ketchup, but those are his casual clothes. If he wants to look nice he can dress to the nines. But it isn't often that he wants to dress up. But the one thing he's never seen without is his beloved bomber jacket, an authentic one from World War II that belonged to his grandfather. He never takes it off and cherishes it greatly.
Likes:
Burgers
Science
Working on cars
Tinkering with stuff
Comic Books
Flying
Aliens
America
Accents (They're damned sexy!)
Lady Gaga
Vintage Rock
Classic Cars
Dislikes:
Being Hungry
Bossy People
Drugs
Stupid people
Being called fat
Being called stupid
People who treat their cars badly
Ugly gas guzzling SUVs and Hummers
Fears:
Ghosts
Being alone
Everyone hating him
Beign fat
Quirks:
Nantucket is...sensitive
He's hopelessly optomistic
He's about as straight as a circle
Personality:
Alfred is a happy go lucky boy whose optomism and hope will shine through in even the darkest situations. He's very strong both emotionally and physically, resilient. He loves the freedom to do what he wants when he wants and he believes whole heartedly in things like world peace, the American dream, and that no matter who you are or where you've come from you can do anything you want to when you put your mind to it. It sometimes gives him a naive and innocent air about him, but he's anything but. He's very energetic and happy. preferring to look on the bright side of things and crack jokes instead of fretting needlessly. He's a very head-in-the-clouds kind of person, a dreamer. But that doesn't mean he can't be serious when he needs to be! It simply means that when he is serious, you know the situation is bad.
He loves science, especially physics. He may act dumb but he's highly intelligent. He just doesn't like people to know because they treat him differently when they find out that he's not the hopeless dopey idiot they think him to be. Still, it hurts when people patronize him because of the show he puts on of not being all that bright. If they were anywhere near smart they'd be able to see through it, he tells himself at these times. He loves tinkering around with machinery and even builds his own robots out of spare parts from vaccuums and the like. He's entered a few in c ompetitions, but never anything local. He likes the image of the simple mechanic that people see him as. They're more likely to talk to and like someone they see as their intellectual inferior. Especially if he's just the guy working on their car. But he doesn't work on cars because that's all he can do, he does it becaues he loves it. He's most at home when he's under a car or up in the air.
People say he can't read the atmosphere, but that's just another act of his. Truthfully, he knows exactly what's going on. But so many times it's so much easier just to pretend he doesn't know what anyone's talking about. There are no expectations if people think you can't pick up hints. And it certainly helps warding off the girls that try to flirt with him. He simply has to pretend like he doesnt know they're coming on to him, rather than awkwardly explaining that he's gay. That could get ugly real fast and he knows it. Even girls who have nothing wrong with gay men under normal circumstances can become ferocious gay bashers when they've been slighted. So he just hides behind his facade of seeming obliviousness and smiles his way through all the insulting hits at his intelligence.
He adores flying and working on cars. Flying makes him feel free and light and he wishes that he could go into the airforce and be a pilot. But with his less than perfect vision, he knows this will never happen. So he just settles for flying around in his grandfather's old crop duster on the weekends. He doesn't mind, though. He's got his pilot lisence and access to an aircraft. As for being a mechanic, he takes after his dad like that. It makes him feel calm and at peace, working with his hands. He loves taking beat up old cars that are on their last legs and remaking them into something new and good and sturdy. He wishes he could do that with people, to. But he can't.
History:
Alfred was born and raised in circletown, his Grandfather, Harold Jones, having moved there after he got back from World War, where he was a fighter pilot, too to start a family with his new bride in the affordable new housing that had sprung up in the wake of the economic boom the war caused in the country. He took a job in a factory outside of town that made parts for planes before saving up the money to buy his own and do work on the side dusting crops for local farmers. They'd soon had three children, two boys and a girl. The eldest boy was James Jones a bright young lad who'd done well in school, but decided to drop out and get a job to help with the expenses instead. He became a mechanic, working hard in his uncle's shop he'd raised enough money to buy a house with his new wife Claire. They were a happy couple who loved eachother very much. And after two years of marriage they were blessed with a little boy who they named Alfred F. Jones. He was loved dearly by his parents, who both worked hard to give him a happy, loving home. He adored and looked up to his grandfather, who he would always beg to teach him to fly and tell him stories from the war. He got along similarly with his uncle and aunt, but he was always closest to his grandfather.
Alfred, like his father, did very well in school. He was bright and eager to learn. But his father pressured him, not wanting him to make the same mistake as he did and drop out of school. He had worked hard all of his life to ensure that he never had to make that choice between keeping food on the table and a good education. So Alfred stayed in school, studying hard and earning striaght A's, especially excelling in science. He would enter the science fair every year and usually took home the blue ribbon. He rose to the top of his class as valedictorian and graduated with honors. But he was sick of the pressure school put on him, he was secretly on the edge of a nervous breakdown through most of his senior year. So he convinced his father that it was much more beneficial to let him take a year off from college and work in the shop James had inherited from his uncle for the year. He would save up money for college, gain work experience, and let his frayed nerves have a rest. His father agreed to it on the condition that when the year was up he would go off to school and make a better life for himself than his parents or grandparents had. He agreed without hesitation and started work in his father's shop working on cars.
As all his friends from high school started moving out of circle town and new people came flooding in, Alfred found that it was easier to come across as a simple mechanic than the smarty pants he was. So he played the part and let the new townspeople think he was just that nice mechanic boy who was great to talk to but not that bright. Little did they know that he's recently been accepted to MIT and would be going there to study engineering. He thinks it best not to tell anyone. Most of them would just laugh like they thought he was kidding and not believe them, and the rest he figures would get pissed at him for lying to them about his intelligence. So he stays quiet and just lets them think whatever they want.
OOC Info[/u]
Name: Captain, Hera, Courtney, Meri
Email:hera_wera_bo_bera@yahoo.com
Messenger, etc.
Age: 19
Country: United States of AWESOME
Austria's anger is Joan Jett
Appearance:
Alfred is a rather tall youth of about 5'11 and a half with golden blonde hair cut simply. It usually lays pretty straight unless he's having a shitty hair day, but there's always one piece of hair sticking up that he calls Nantucket because it's shaped a bit like Nantucket. He gets a real kick out of that. His eyes are big and blue as the skies and so expressive that they're easy to read. His whole face is, really. He's an open book that wears his heart on his sleeve. But his eyesight is a little dodgy, so he wears glasses over them. Wireframes that he calls Texas like the state. He usually wears casual clothes like comfortable jeans and a tshirt that's stained with engine grease and ketchup, but those are his casual clothes. If he wants to look nice he can dress to the nines. But it isn't often that he wants to dress up. But the one thing he's never seen without is his beloved bomber jacket, an authentic one from World War II that belonged to his grandfather. He never takes it off and cherishes it greatly.
Likes:
Burgers
Science
Working on cars
Tinkering with stuff
Comic Books
Flying
Aliens
America
Accents (They're damned sexy!)
Lady Gaga
Vintage Rock
Classic Cars
Dislikes:
Being Hungry
Bossy People
Drugs
Stupid people
Being called fat
Being called stupid
People who treat their cars badly
Ugly gas guzzling SUVs and Hummers
Fears:
Ghosts
Being alone
Everyone hating him
Beign fat
Quirks:
Nantucket is...sensitive
He's hopelessly optomistic
He's about as straight as a circle
Personality:
Alfred is a happy go lucky boy whose optomism and hope will shine through in even the darkest situations. He's very strong both emotionally and physically, resilient. He loves the freedom to do what he wants when he wants and he believes whole heartedly in things like world peace, the American dream, and that no matter who you are or where you've come from you can do anything you want to when you put your mind to it. It sometimes gives him a naive and innocent air about him, but he's anything but. He's very energetic and happy. preferring to look on the bright side of things and crack jokes instead of fretting needlessly. He's a very head-in-the-clouds kind of person, a dreamer. But that doesn't mean he can't be serious when he needs to be! It simply means that when he is serious, you know the situation is bad.
He loves science, especially physics. He may act dumb but he's highly intelligent. He just doesn't like people to know because they treat him differently when they find out that he's not the hopeless dopey idiot they think him to be. Still, it hurts when people patronize him because of the show he puts on of not being all that bright. If they were anywhere near smart they'd be able to see through it, he tells himself at these times. He loves tinkering around with machinery and even builds his own robots out of spare parts from vaccuums and the like. He's entered a few in c ompetitions, but never anything local. He likes the image of the simple mechanic that people see him as. They're more likely to talk to and like someone they see as their intellectual inferior. Especially if he's just the guy working on their car. But he doesn't work on cars because that's all he can do, he does it becaues he loves it. He's most at home when he's under a car or up in the air.
People say he can't read the atmosphere, but that's just another act of his. Truthfully, he knows exactly what's going on. But so many times it's so much easier just to pretend he doesn't know what anyone's talking about. There are no expectations if people think you can't pick up hints. And it certainly helps warding off the girls that try to flirt with him. He simply has to pretend like he doesnt know they're coming on to him, rather than awkwardly explaining that he's gay. That could get ugly real fast and he knows it. Even girls who have nothing wrong with gay men under normal circumstances can become ferocious gay bashers when they've been slighted. So he just hides behind his facade of seeming obliviousness and smiles his way through all the insulting hits at his intelligence.
He adores flying and working on cars. Flying makes him feel free and light and he wishes that he could go into the airforce and be a pilot. But with his less than perfect vision, he knows this will never happen. So he just settles for flying around in his grandfather's old crop duster on the weekends. He doesn't mind, though. He's got his pilot lisence and access to an aircraft. As for being a mechanic, he takes after his dad like that. It makes him feel calm and at peace, working with his hands. He loves taking beat up old cars that are on their last legs and remaking them into something new and good and sturdy. He wishes he could do that with people, to. But he can't.
History:
Alfred was born and raised in circletown, his Grandfather, Harold Jones, having moved there after he got back from World War, where he was a fighter pilot, too to start a family with his new bride in the affordable new housing that had sprung up in the wake of the economic boom the war caused in the country. He took a job in a factory outside of town that made parts for planes before saving up the money to buy his own and do work on the side dusting crops for local farmers. They'd soon had three children, two boys and a girl. The eldest boy was James Jones a bright young lad who'd done well in school, but decided to drop out and get a job to help with the expenses instead. He became a mechanic, working hard in his uncle's shop he'd raised enough money to buy a house with his new wife Claire. They were a happy couple who loved eachother very much. And after two years of marriage they were blessed with a little boy who they named Alfred F. Jones. He was loved dearly by his parents, who both worked hard to give him a happy, loving home. He adored and looked up to his grandfather, who he would always beg to teach him to fly and tell him stories from the war. He got along similarly with his uncle and aunt, but he was always closest to his grandfather.
Alfred, like his father, did very well in school. He was bright and eager to learn. But his father pressured him, not wanting him to make the same mistake as he did and drop out of school. He had worked hard all of his life to ensure that he never had to make that choice between keeping food on the table and a good education. So Alfred stayed in school, studying hard and earning striaght A's, especially excelling in science. He would enter the science fair every year and usually took home the blue ribbon. He rose to the top of his class as valedictorian and graduated with honors. But he was sick of the pressure school put on him, he was secretly on the edge of a nervous breakdown through most of his senior year. So he convinced his father that it was much more beneficial to let him take a year off from college and work in the shop James had inherited from his uncle for the year. He would save up money for college, gain work experience, and let his frayed nerves have a rest. His father agreed to it on the condition that when the year was up he would go off to school and make a better life for himself than his parents or grandparents had. He agreed without hesitation and started work in his father's shop working on cars.
As all his friends from high school started moving out of circle town and new people came flooding in, Alfred found that it was easier to come across as a simple mechanic than the smarty pants he was. So he played the part and let the new townspeople think he was just that nice mechanic boy who was great to talk to but not that bright. Little did they know that he's recently been accepted to MIT and would be going there to study engineering. He thinks it best not to tell anyone. Most of them would just laugh like they thought he was kidding and not believe them, and the rest he figures would get pissed at him for lying to them about his intelligence. So he stays quiet and just lets them think whatever they want.
RP Sample:
Alfred sighed as he looked at the beat up old car that stood out in the backyard of his Aunt's house. It had been a nice car in it's day, his Aunt's first new one. But in the years since sh'd first bought it it had become an old piece of junk that sat in the backyard and rusted. The engine was almost completely blown and the whole things was a rustbucket, a screaming metal death trap, and a crash just waiting to happen. But it was still a fine car underneath it all and Aunt Kate had agreed to let him have it if he could succeed in fixing it up. Alfred din't have a car of his own and it was basically a mark of honor to have one. Some of his friends had recieved cars for getting their permits or lisences, but his parents hadn't had the money and he'd ended up driving around the family van. Not that he minded. But a car of his own would definitely help.
So he wheeled it out of the back yard with help from his father, uncle, and a few of his friends and got it to the garage. He started immediately, using the wages from his summer job at the local McDonald's to pay for the parts. He worked all summer on the car; redoing the engine almost completely and suping it up in the meantime, taking the rust off of the body and repainting it, replacing the bumpers, and installing a CD player. By the time Fall rolled around and it was time to go back to school his baby was running just fine. He decided to christen the little red corvette Charlotte. It was the start of a great and beutiful friendship that would last until the present day. In fact, Charlotte's probably still sitting outside the manor at this moment, waiting for her owner to come back.
Alfred sighed as he looked at the beat up old car that stood out in the backyard of his Aunt's house. It had been a nice car in it's day, his Aunt's first new one. But in the years since sh'd first bought it it had become an old piece of junk that sat in the backyard and rusted. The engine was almost completely blown and the whole things was a rustbucket, a screaming metal death trap, and a crash just waiting to happen. But it was still a fine car underneath it all and Aunt Kate had agreed to let him have it if he could succeed in fixing it up. Alfred din't have a car of his own and it was basically a mark of honor to have one. Some of his friends had recieved cars for getting their permits or lisences, but his parents hadn't had the money and he'd ended up driving around the family van. Not that he minded. But a car of his own would definitely help.
So he wheeled it out of the back yard with help from his father, uncle, and a few of his friends and got it to the garage. He started immediately, using the wages from his summer job at the local McDonald's to pay for the parts. He worked all summer on the car; redoing the engine almost completely and suping it up in the meantime, taking the rust off of the body and repainting it, replacing the bumpers, and installing a CD player. By the time Fall rolled around and it was time to go back to school his baby was running just fine. He decided to christen the little red corvette Charlotte. It was the start of a great and beutiful friendship that would last until the present day. In fact, Charlotte's probably still sitting outside the manor at this moment, waiting for her owner to come back.
OOC Info[/u]
Name: Captain, Hera, Courtney, Meri
Email:hera_wera_bo_bera@yahoo.com
Messenger, etc.