[Alfred F. Jones] America Application

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Name: Alfred F. Jones.
Gender: I’m all man, ladies and gents! Male.
Age: 19
Country: The United States of America!
Occupation: Graphics Design Artist.

Personality:

The best way to describe Alfred is a puppy for Christmas. Once you first meet him, you think that he is adorable, so clever and charismatic beyond belief. He would pounce at the chance to have a play around with any ideas or projects that come his way, and he can be a great asset – at first, that is. Eventually comes the time that ‘a puppy is not just for Christmas’ pops in. While persistence could also be a good factor, he has a great potential to be highly annoying at the best of times by virtue of his continuous barks for attention and bothering whines. Like a dog with a bone, he just does not let go of something when it comes into his hands.

Alfred is determined – there is no denying that – and loves what he does. Unfortunately ‘what he does’ usually consists of badgering people for advice, or feedback, or a little bit of love and affection. If there is drama in the workplace, Alfred will want to know what is going on. If there is a problem with someone else’s project, he will want to help. If there is a half price deal at McDonalds… you get the point. He’s the type of person that likes to say ‘yes’ to everyone, and then see how many different things he could balance at the same time. To him, life is a challenge with continuous goals that need to be achieved and beaten. In short, he is a very high achiever – but he would probably irk everyone in the process.

Of course, nothing is entirely fun and games. Quite a few things manage to get Alfred down off his sometimes hyperactive and jutting high-chair. He is patriotic, for one – which he does tend to thrust onto other people and expect them to accept it – and so anything that silences his nation tends to silence him too. On top of that, he is a bit of a rubbish romantic and so has bad luck in love – despite wanting to maybe build a family in the nearby future. He gets depressed seeing couples on the street, and hates being reminded that his childhood days are now long over.

Likes:

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History:

Alfred grew up in the United States of America, specifically in Ohio, nearby Cleveland. Mostly life was a breeze for him – very easy and laid back. As a child he was always ambitious; having been taught to try be competitive, by being rewarded gratuitously whenever he succeeded above others, he learned to be relatively attention-seeking while he was young. He oozed confidence, but was never really much of an academic.

Putting it bluntly, Alfred pretty much flunked at school. He wowed people with his personality, but could never work out what the hell was the point of algebra – or which was an adjective and which was a noun. Everything pretty much flew over his head; but rather than giving in, Alfred still had his dreams.

Sadly his biggest ever dream, to become a pilot or an astronaut, was ended almost before it began. His progressively awful eyesight meant that he could never chase the skies just like he always wanted to. Deterred from the career choice he had been craving since he was a little boy and first gazed up at the stars, he quickly realised that there was only one area of expertise that he really, really was good at – drawing.

He had drew comic book characters to amazing accuracy when he was a child; a skill that only progressed through the years. Eventually he dropped out of the football team at senior high and joined the art club; enthused that he had finally found something that he could do and succeed at, just like he succeeded when he was a kid.

From there everything went so much smoother. After a teacher’s recommendation, he went to an art school to gain a qualification that would establish him as an official artist and also sold his work to whoever was willing to buy it. His specific focus soon narrowed itself down to computer aided design, and after graduation he instantly went out looking for an agency that would employ him. Along came Heta-Design, and he had been absolutely engaged in the work they gave him ever since.

Roleplay Sample:

Time waits for no one, and Alfred’s morning proved distinctly that he was no exception – even with the little bubble of protection he formed around himself that seemed to shirk off every other little problem he had. When his batman alarm clock rang out with a loud succession of ‘na na na’s, he turned over grumpily and just generally swatted at it until he managed to hit the ‘snooze’ button. Like shampoo bottles always seem to say, ‘rinse and repeat’. The process when the clock spurted out noise was exactly the same.

Finally on about the sixth rotation, Alfred finally bothered to lazily crawl out of bed and stare it himself in the mirror. After a quick comb-over to remove his bed-head hair, he groaned at the everlasting presence of the flick residing right at his parting that he affectionately nicknamed Nantucket after the similarly shaped island. Did it ever bother to be kind like the rest of his hair was? He should change the nickname to be ‘defiant little bas—’ intentionally interrupted in case he was ever asked about it when there were kids around. But hey, who would ever ask? “…Ah, damn it… you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.” He grumbled at it, not for the first time, and not-so nonchalantly got dressed.

The first time he tried to get dressed, he walked out of his bedroom and realised that he had gotten his superman boxers the wrong way around. Seriously – who does that? The second time he tried to get dressed, he fell over when trying to get one of his socks on. The third time… actually, uncharacteristically, did not go wrong. Evidently, today was going to be a good day.

Then came the cunningly named ‘breakfast conundrum’. Two choices: First, make himself something – eggs, sunny-side up, with bacon or those little dinky sausages that he had randomly strewn in the refrigerator. Second, go to McDonalds and pick himself up a McCafe coffee and a McBurger and a McDonut, and probably a McCoké Cola. Obviously, it was a no brainer. In ten seconds flat, he was out the door and racing to fit ordering his breakfast before he was due at work. He only had twenty minutes and the office was about fifteen minutes away – but the thrill of the fight was there. Besides, who was going to notice he wasn’t there yet?

Yeah. Today was going to be a good day.

Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Destiny-Shiva. Or you may call me Zoe – I frankly don’t mind either way.
Timezone: GMT+0.
Contact information: [e-mail] is my main email, which I do check every day both when I’m at home and when I’m at college. My skype name I would rather have handed out upon request C:

Anything else?
Nope – everything is coming up roses!

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[Arthur Kirkland]

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