Post by Alfred Effing Jones on Aug 26, 2010 21:40:04 GMT -5
Character Name: Alfred F. Jones
Country: United States of America
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Gender: Male
Personality:
Loud, brash, heroic, nosey. He’s a bit obsessed with himself , his culture, and fast food. He’s always in everybody’s business trying to help. But on the other side that really is what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to help his friends when he thinks they need him. He’s a really loyal and noble person. He’s arguably the pinnacle of a Gryffindor.
Background:
Alfred was born and raised in the United States in Oklahoma. Growing up in a small town in Oklahoma he knows very little of other countries culture, including England’s. His family somehow stayed happy in the early years of Pangaea’s reign. They stayed out of harms way and together as a family.
But when Alfred was 4 years old his father went out to the store and never came back. They learned later that he’d been killed by a band of rogue followers of Pangaea because they didn’t like the way he walked.
From that moment on Alfred vowed to himself to never let anyone else he loved be hurt. He would be a hero who would do anything to protect the innocent. He started standing up to the gangs of soldiers in the town and getting into all sorts of trouble.
When he was 15 he got in a scuffle with a few of them and a mysterious stranger saved him. He followed the person to a secret meeting of the resistance. He gate crashed and, instead of killing him or something, allowed him to sit in on the meetings.
What they were all doing was well and good, but Alfred needed action now. So he took off with a few of his friends and found the way to destroy Pangaea for good. It turned out that all he needed was a sword from some hat, which he later encountered as the Sword of Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat, and a good hard hit with it to the gem that sustained her.
He’s often praised as a hero now and he seems to be shy and sheepish about it, but he’s always referring to himself as a hero.
RP Sample:
Alfred bounced around King’s cross with an abundance of energy. He wanted to look at everything and see all there was to see. But his mom kept pulling him back like he was some little kid.
“You’ll have time to look when you come home for Christmas, shug. You’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.”
“But Moooom! I wanna see that thing over there!” He said, pointing towards a sign where the picture was moving. He knew that pictures usually moved before Pangaea, but she had banned any use of magic for anything but working for her and they didn’t have any moving pictures.
“You’ll see plenty of moving picture at school. Now GET ON THE TRAIN!” He tossed his mom a weak glare, bug hugged her and kissed her cheek anyway as he hopped onto the train, hanging out the side to wave goodbye as it started moving. He kept waving until the conductor pulled him into a compartment.
Country: United States of America
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Gender: Male
Personality:
Loud, brash, heroic, nosey. He’s a bit obsessed with himself , his culture, and fast food. He’s always in everybody’s business trying to help. But on the other side that really is what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to help his friends when he thinks they need him. He’s a really loyal and noble person. He’s arguably the pinnacle of a Gryffindor.
Background:
Alfred was born and raised in the United States in Oklahoma. Growing up in a small town in Oklahoma he knows very little of other countries culture, including England’s. His family somehow stayed happy in the early years of Pangaea’s reign. They stayed out of harms way and together as a family.
But when Alfred was 4 years old his father went out to the store and never came back. They learned later that he’d been killed by a band of rogue followers of Pangaea because they didn’t like the way he walked.
From that moment on Alfred vowed to himself to never let anyone else he loved be hurt. He would be a hero who would do anything to protect the innocent. He started standing up to the gangs of soldiers in the town and getting into all sorts of trouble.
When he was 15 he got in a scuffle with a few of them and a mysterious stranger saved him. He followed the person to a secret meeting of the resistance. He gate crashed and, instead of killing him or something, allowed him to sit in on the meetings.
What they were all doing was well and good, but Alfred needed action now. So he took off with a few of his friends and found the way to destroy Pangaea for good. It turned out that all he needed was a sword from some hat, which he later encountered as the Sword of Gryffindor and the Sorting Hat, and a good hard hit with it to the gem that sustained her.
He’s often praised as a hero now and he seems to be shy and sheepish about it, but he’s always referring to himself as a hero.
RP Sample:
Alfred bounced around King’s cross with an abundance of energy. He wanted to look at everything and see all there was to see. But his mom kept pulling him back like he was some little kid.
“You’ll have time to look when you come home for Christmas, shug. You’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.”
“But Moooom! I wanna see that thing over there!” He said, pointing towards a sign where the picture was moving. He knew that pictures usually moved before Pangaea, but she had banned any use of magic for anything but working for her and they didn’t have any moving pictures.
“You’ll see plenty of moving picture at school. Now GET ON THE TRAIN!” He tossed his mom a weak glare, bug hugged her and kissed her cheek anyway as he hopped onto the train, hanging out the side to wave goodbye as it started moving. He kept waving until the conductor pulled him into a compartment.