Alfred F. Jones | America

[Alfred F. Jones]

その日人類は思い出したXXXヤツらに支配されていた恐怖をXXX鳥籠の中に囚われていた屈辱を On that day, mankind received a grim reminder... Alfred Franklin Jones Age: Twenty-One Gender: Male Ethnicity: American Rank: Cadet in the Scouting Legion Birthday: July 4th Physical Appearance: 25.media.tumblr.com/9e904c4fc5323123e3b0b2e79225ac2b/tumblr_mtcjrrXVmR1sfttkco1_500.jpg Distinguishing Features: He wears glasses and has a tuft of hair near the front of his head that stands up and won't behave no matter what he does with it. Personality: Hero complex - Probably one of the FIRST things you'll note about Alfred is his glaring hero complex. If he sees someone in trouble or in need of help, he'll jump in immediately. The inherent problem with this is the fact that he fails to understand when people actually want him there and when he's simply poking his nose where it doesn't belong. He just knows that whenever there's a problem, he wants to help, and he doesn't understand why anyone wouldn't want his help. His intentions are good, but his actions don't always convey this. He has a wild imagination as well, which probably doesn't help matters. Impulsive - Acting without thinking? Well that describes Alfred pretty well, doesn't it? It's not that he doesn't think, it's just that the thinking tends to come after the acting. Alfred is very excitable when he gets an idea in his head, which usually results in a 'do now, think later' sort of attitude. Which is great when it actually works out, but often times causes more harm than it does good. It's one thing when you jump into making some sort of purchase or speak without thinking, but another when you act without thinking on the battlefield. It's probably one of his biggest weaknesses out there. Bossy - Alfred likes to be in the driver's seat whenever anything is going on. Unfortunately, as with many other things, he often doesn't take others' opinions into consideration at first - which can cause annoyance to those around him. Optimistic - One of Alfred's better qualities is his ability to look at the glass half full. If everyone is feeling down and out, he'll probably be the last person left cheering for what little hope is left. It's not always a realistic attitude, mind, but at least he's not liable to give up easily. Even he has his limits, though, and the flip-side of this is that, if he DOES happen to shift to a pessimistic viewpoint on something, it's difficult as hell to get him out of his funk. Insecure - He's a lot more insecure than he likes to let on. Much of his boasting and arrogance is actually bravado. He's a young kid who's into some pretty big stuff, and though he finds it exciting, it is a bit nervewracking at times. More so, he's terrified of being given that responsibility only to let someone down. He hasn't screwed up badly yet, but that doesn't mean the worry isn't ever present in his mind. Childish - Alfred often times acts like an overgrown child. Part of this is because he is still fairly young, but it's also a result of not wanting to act serious when he doesn't have to. He already has a pretty heavy duty job on his hands, why add more stress to that? When he's off duty, he just wants to relax and take it easy - And he tends to do that in ways that some might consider to be immature. History: Alfred F. Jones was born into a strong military family. His father, George Jones, was a well respected commander in the Scouting Legion, and from a young age Alfred wanted to follow in his footsteps. He took it upon himself to 'train' himself while his father was away. Said training was not necessarily 'correct' - After all, what did a four year old know about training for the Scouting Legion - but Alfred did his best to keep active and strong, knowing that it would benefit him when he got older. His mother wasn't a fan of Alfred's activities. It was already nerve-wracking with George working in the ever dangerous Scouting Legion. She did not want Alfred to follow in his footsteps. She would try to keep him close to home. She knew that she couldn't keep him locked inside - No, he was far too active and rambunctious for that - but she kept an ever close eye on him. The world was dangerous, and she did not want to lose her baby boy before he ever had the chance to become a man. Alfred regards his father's death as a cruel twist of fate. It happened when Alfred was thirteen years old. The man did not die in battle, as expected (not that Alfred wanted his father to die - just that if his father had to die, he would have expected it to be under such circumstances), but rather at the hands of illness. The great George Jones, dead not at the hands of a Titan, but at the hands of disease. It bothered Alfred. His father deserved better than that. With his father's death, Martha Jones became more overbearing than ever. While a part of him did not blame his mother - for he was all she had left of George - he was also a teenager who was growing increasingly more independent. He was also more determined than ever to join the Scouting Legion and take up his father's old boots. The situation between Alfred and Martha became increasingly tense, and would often evolve into shouting matches. One such shouting match hit a head when Alfred revealed that he was going to join the Scouting Legion with or without his mother's approval. His mother insisted that he would not do such a thing, and then pulled out the line that most teenagers loathe to hear from their parents - that so long as he lived under her roof, she would follow his rules, and she wanted him to stay home and pursue other interests. She certainly did not expect Alfred to leave home the very next day. Though she knew how stubborn her son could be, she underestimated his dedication to his personal cause. Alfred returned several days later to gather his things. He was going to start training soon, and he wanted to gather up his belongings. In reality, he wanted to see his mother one last time, even if hardly any words were exchanged. It looked as though this was indeed the course the mother and son's final conversation would take - but at the very last moment, Alfred met his mother's eyes and his resolve faltered. "I'm sorry mom...I don't mean to hurt you. But this is something I have to do. I won't be able to live with myself if I don't." Martha nodded. "I know. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I didn't want to acknowledge that there was a chance that you'd be leaving and I'd never see you again." Alfred let out a nervous chuckle. "You know I'll be back mom. This scouting legion thing will be a piece of cake!" While he did have confidence that he would do well, he was well aware of the danger that his position would present - and his words felt somewhat empty. He could offer no promise that he would make it back to his mother safe and sound, and that bothered him. Just as Alfred turned to leave, Martha called out for him one last time. Alfred hesitated to turn around - the last thing he wanted was to see his mother's tear-filled eyes breaking his resolve. Curiosity killed the cat, however, and Alfred had to turn back around. "I'm proud of you, as I'm sure your father is." Alfred smiled at his mother's words. "Thanks." He flashed her a thumbs up before he turned around and headed to the next chapter of his life. Training was a mixed bag for Alfred. As far as the physical part of training was concerned? Alfred pretty much nailed it. He was one of the strongest in his class, and thanks to training from his father when he was home at a younger age, he was able to learn how to use the various weapons and technologies that the scouting legion had available to them at a fast rate. Alfred was a good fighter, and that was apparent early on in Alfred's training. However, Alfred had a problem of doing things without thinking that put a damper on some of his successes. Sometimes his go get 'em attitude would work out great in practice battles, but there were other times where he might have landed his squad in serious danger or even death if they were actually fighting a real Titan. He did, however, show a fierce loyalty to those that he worked with. Unfortunately, his impulsive attitude has been detrimental to Alfred's progress in the Scouting Legion. He is determined to rise up in rank to a Captain, but the last time that he applied for the position he was denied as a result of his penchant for acting first and asking questions later. He has no plans to give up just yet, though - He's still young, and he still has big goals. He isn't going to let one minor set back stop him. Likes: Food in general - The guy likes food, what can he say? His favorite foods tend to involve meat, though he's not very picky as long as there's something to shove into his gullet. Being around people - Alfred's an extrovert, and is usually in his best moods when he's with other people. This can be as little as one other person, or as many as a crowd, but it's where he thrives the most. That said, he does have moments where he wants to be alone and recharge - it's probably best to leave him alone in these rare cases, or he might snap at you. Competition - Alfred is very competitive. If he seems reluctant to do something, you can often convince him to do it by posing it as a competition or a dare. If you tell him he can't do something, he'll want to prove you wrong. Friends - Alfred's friends and cohorts are very important to him. He'd be willing to lay his life on the line for those he works with in Scouting Legion. Space - Another interest he's had since he was a kid. Stargazing is one of his favorite activities, and he likes looking up at the stars and moon and wondering what else could be out there. Dislikes: Feeling stifled - Alfred doesn't like to feel like he's being kept down in any way Silence - It's nice when he's laying down and trying to sleep, but he can't stand awkward silences, to the point where he'll say anything (no matter how ridiculous) just to break it up. Tea - He just...really doesn't like it for some reason. Some sort of unresolved trauma from his childhood? Who knows? Being ignored - Alfred, being an extrovert, loves attention...and when he doesn't have some degree of attention it frustrates him (except, of course, for those rare moments where he does need to be on his own, usually if he's extremely upset about something). Strengths: Determination - No one can accuse Alfred of not having determination. When he's determined to do something, he'll do everything in his power to make sure he succeeds at his goal. Optimism - Alfred is usually a positive sort of guy. It takes a lot to actually bring him down for the count (though mood swings are more common than most think - he tends to bounce back extremely quickly though). Strength - Years of strength training have paid off, resulting in Alfred being rather strong physically. He can hold his own in most physical fights for quite a while. Technical competence - Alfred is fairly good with anything technology related. Weaknesses: Reading the atmosphere - Reading the situation is one of Alfred's main weaknesses. It's not that he can't, because he can and will if the situation calls for it, but rather that he chooses not to, because he's generally happier that way. Willful ignorance, if you will. Loud - If you're in a room with Al, chances are, you'll know he's there. He has some very attention-whorish tendencies, and loves it when the attention is focused on him. As expected, many people see him as obnoxious and bigmouthed as a result (not that they're entirely wrong). Easily distracted - While he's a force to be reckoned with when he's serious about something, in every day life Alfred is easily distracted, especially if the subject matter is something he's not particularly interested in. Impulsive - He acts (and speaks) without thinking quite often, putting him in hot water in more situations that he'd like to count. Fears: Being forgotten - Alfred wants to leave a legacy. He does not want to be a nobody his entire life. He wants to make his name known, hopefully for years to come - even if he has to die trying. Claustrophobia - Alfred has an intense fear of enclosed spaces and being trapped. This goes for legitimate enclosed spaces, but also in a metaphorical sense. You'll probably only get a panic attack out of him if you shove him in an actual small space, but if he feels helpless or trapped in another situation, he'll often fidget or move around a lot. He shows his discomfort, it's just not as obvious. Quirks: It is next to impossible for Alfred to actually sit completely still unless he is sleeping. He has to be doing something, whether it's tapping his feet, clicking a pen, fidgeting...whatever. He has to keep moving in some way. He loves to tease. One small problem? He often goes too far, not realizing how it's affecting the other person until it's too late. Skillset: (On a Scale of 1 to 10: 10 being the highest) Physical Strength: 10 Intelligence: 6 Teamwork: 5 Confidence: 8 Agility: 7 Roleplay Sample: He was at the White House when it happened. He thought it was all over. He thought that the fall of the Soviet Union meant the end of this. Little did he realize that it was only the beginning. The iceberg resembling the Cold War had recently grown to larger proportions than ever. Alfred's boss and Ivan's boss were at a fierce standoff, leaving Alfred and Ivan waiting on tenterhooks. Did they really want this? Wasn't this enough of a headache the first time around? Game pieces were placed into their positions, neither Alfred nor Ivan willing to make a move to end this stalemate. Someone wasn't content to leave the pieces in their current arrangement. Someone opted to move a piece forward. And then all hell broke loose. Alfred had been called to his boss' office for an emergency meeting. He had never heard a boss so frightened in his life. He threw on his best clothes and practically sprinted down the hall. He threw open the doors to his boss' office. Then he collapsed to the ground at once, a burning sensation radiating through his chest. Pain. He wasn't new to pain. Brief flashes of the Civil War, Pearl Harbor, and 9/11 flashed through his head. No, this pain was different somehow. Worse. This realization made Alfred slightly nauseous. What could be worse than the Civil War? It was only the beginning. Sensations, much like the one in his chest, began to creep throughout his body. It was all he could do not to cry out in pain, though as hard as he tried, he could not help but writhe a little on the floor. Alfred was no longer slightly nauseous. He felt a warm liquid bubbling up in his throat. Though it hurt to move, Alfred was able to roll himself to his side before vomiting. If Alfred wasn't disconcerted before, he was upon seeing the color of his vomit. Red. Red, red, red. He was vomiting blood. Something was eating him apart from both the inside and out. What was capable of doing such a thing? He was a nation, not a human. What force could be this powerful, this frightening, that it had him at his knees at one fell swoop? Alfred felt another burning sensation sweep down his forearm. Wide eyes darted down to his arm, mostly covered by the suit. With some effort, Alfred was able to rip his suit upward. Another wave of nausea hit, but this one was not from the effects of the unseen force wreaking havoc on him. No, this came from the sight of the burn on his arm. He recognized it. He'd seen it before, on a human. A human woman who was present for the bombing of Hiroshima or Nagasaki. Alfred couldn't recall exactly which. All he knew was that this was no ordinary burn. This was a radiation burn. Nukes. Checkmate. Alfred covered his ears as the screams started. He knew it was only a matter of time. He could see his people suffering, hear them, feel them. He closed his eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks, a familiar wave of guilt coming over him. Was this what Kiku felt at the end of World War II? Had he really put another being through this? He wouldn't wish this on his worst enemy. His worst enemy. His worst enemy was standing against the opposite wall. Alfred's vision was blurred, so he could not make out the features at first. But he would recognize that scarf anywhere. "You..." He hissed. He was the one who'd done this. It was Russia. He was responsible for it all. And he had the nerve to show his face at the White House? On Alfred's land? If Alfred had more strength, he would have lunged for Ivan at once, to wipe the creepy smile off of the dirty commie's face once and for all. As it was, though, a slight jarring caused Alfred to vomit once more. He was in no condition to do much of anything. Besides, he soon became aware of something else. Ivan was smiling, but it wasn't even his usual smile. There was something present in Ivan's eyes that Alfred had never seen before, in the hundreds of years that he'd known Russia. It was fear, desperation. Pain. Ivan was clutching at his chest. He had a familiar looking burn across his face. His skin was red, cracked, peeling, blood escaping from cracks in the skin. Alfred knew at once that he looked just like that. And then, before Alfred's eyes, Ivan collapsed on to the floor. Alfred tried to scream, but all he could force out was a strangled sounding groan. Alfred was the one who emitted it, yet it didn't even sound human to his ears. It sounded like a wounded animal on his last limbs. Mutually assured destruction. He found himself asking why. No...he knew why. Who. He wanted to know who. Who had dropped the first bomb. His boss...the President of the United States of America...obviously misread his face. "You want to know who won?" "There are...no winners..." Alfred stammered out. "Who?" A wry smile came across the President's face. "We did, of course." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He cried out as his eyes flew open. With a jerk, Alfred slowly became aware that he was no longer in pain. In fact, he was no longer in the White House. He was no longer anywhere resembling where he'd been before. It had all been a dream, one horrific nightmare. And it most certainly wasn't the first. Alfred had fallen asleep on a bench in the hallway. This was the first time he'd had such a dream in the public eye. With this realization, Alfred also became aware that he wasn't alone. Fortunately, if he'd cried out, it hadn't attracted a crowd. Alfred didn't know if he would be able to live with that. There was someone there though. Were Alfred in a normal mood, he would have laughed and tried to play everything off. Were no one there, Alfred would have gone on with his day as though nothing happened...as though his heart weren't still racing, as though the tearstains on his cheeks were from something ridiculous like too much dust in the air or something. Alfred found that he didn't care, though. He didn't even care the identity of the person there with him. He just pulled them close to him, closing his eyes tightly, grateful for the feeling of a warm body to provide comfort to him. He felt like a small colony all over again, seeking refuge from a fictional monster under the bed. Only in this case, the monster was real. And he could strike at any time. Additional Information (OOC): Name/Nickname: Mandee Time Zone: EST Contact Info: My skype is mandeebobandee Introduce yourself: My name is Mandee, and I'm a 24 year old American residing in the state of Michigan. I've been rping for 10 1/2 years now, and have been rping Hetalia for 1 1/2 of those years. Alfred is my usual go-to character, hence why I pounced on him as soon as he opened up here, heh. I've been interested in history since elementary school, and the same thing goes for anime - so yeah, you can see how excited I was when I discovered the wonder that is Hetalia! I'm currently studying to be a medical assistant, and am almost finished with the school portion. I'll be going on my externship in the middle of January and will hopefully either get a medical assisting job through there or soon after. I'm currently working in retail on the side. I've been engaged since May of this year to a man I've been with for 6 1/2 years now. =P Have you read the rules? You bet your JEAGER I have! ...we lived in fear of the Titans and were disgraced to exist in these cages we called walls.

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