Post by Ammy on May 16, 2011 9:28:52 GMT -5
Name: Alfred F. Jones
Age: 21
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter
Appearance:
Personality: The first thing you will notice about Alfred is that he’s very energetic and animated. He talks a million miles a minute, and when he gets going it’s hard to get him to stop. He’s got a very cheerful and optimistic attitude, to the point where he often acts downright childish. He’s loud, scatter-brained, and obnoxious, and he enjoys being in the spotlight as much as possible. He’s reckless at best, utterly thoughtless at worst, and more often than not takes big leaps without really thinking things through. He also has a noticeable hero-complex, which is a part of what makes him overprotective over those he cares about, and that coupled with his tendency to rush into things can lead to disaster.
Despite all that, though, he knows how to pick out a serious situation. He prefers being immature, because stupidity is hilarious to him and being mature is boring, but he knows when and where he really has to grow up and make real decisions. He more often than not chooses not to read the atmosphere, but he’s capable of it, and he knows more than most other nations think he does. He can be precise and thorough when he needs to be, and his spying skills are acceptable at worst, damn good at best. But all of this is almost cancelled out by the fact that he still prefers to be immature. It’s pretty much only when his people or the people he’s close to are hurting (emotionally or physically) and/or in absolute danger that many of the aforementioned qualities appear. Even when he knows a situation is serious, depending on the actual severity he’ll likely keep on with his clueless act, despite the stress it sometimes leaves him with.
Also, despite his large hero-complex and unwillingness to admit when he’s been an asshole, he knows when he’s done something wrong. His reaction to said wrongdoing, however, tends to depend on what exactly it was that he did wrong. If it was something little, such as a mistake in speech or something equivalent, he doesn’t give it a second thought. However, if he did something to really hurt someone, he feels considerably un-heroic, and he does get very guilty. His problem is that he isn’t all that good at making it up to the person he hurt. When it comes to apologizing or truly showing his feelings, it’s safe to say that he is lacking. As I’ve mentioned before, he’s a bit of a coward when it comes to these things, and the best he can do is make up for this in his own way, be it giving them a gift or coming over to do fun stuff. He just can never seem to get the words out.
Likes:
+Hamburgers
+Fast food
+Soda
+Guns
+Eagles
+Classic rock
+Archaeology
+Cute, fluffy things
+Dogs
+Cute girls
+Hot girls
+Beer
+Sweets
+Kids
+Setting things on fire
+Movies
+Comic books
+Classic cars, especially older ones
+Fixing said older cars up (it gives him something monotonous to do, and it helps clear his mind during stressful situations)
Dislikes:
-Most Demons
-Most angels
-Monsters
-Lack of food
-Being underestimated
-Losing
-Bullies
-Research
-Work
-Being trapped
-Clowns
-Poltergeists (he HATES them)
-Ghosts in general
Fears:
~Bloody Mary
~Ghosts/poltergeists
~The deaths of those closest to him
History:
July 4th 1990 – Alfred F. Jones is born to Thomas and Anna Jones. Anna, his mother, is Native American, and unbeknownst to his father (who is white, and very American), she is also a hunter.
September 1992 – After months of being bothered for a "baby sister" and wanting a little girl of their own, Thomas and Anna Jones adopt two-month-old Madeline Williams. Alfred is delighted, and spends most of his time playing with his new sister.
Fall of 1995 – Thomas and Anna put the kids to bed. Another peaceful hour goes by, but Anna has a bad feeling; a feeling that she'd had often as a hunter. Determined to ignore it and continue on with her perfect life, however, she pays no mind to it. An hour later, Thomas was dead, and Anna was racing to get Alfred and Madeline out. She grabbed a couple of bags and frantically stuffed some clothes into them, before rushing a scared Alfred out the door, her arms holding both the bags as well as a sleeping Madeline. Anna stuffs them all in the car and drives far away, and never looks back.
Fall of 1995-Summer of 2006 – Anna decides that staying in one place is no longer safe, and raises Alfred and Madeline on the road, teaching them about supernatural beings, the rules of hunting, and how to defend themselves. Anna hates that they don’t get to grow up living normal lives, but settling down is no longer safe.
Fall of 2006 – Along the way, Madeline learn that she is adopted. Upset, she runs away.
Fall of 2006 – Anna and Alfred find Madeline trapped in a house with a powerful borderline-poltergeist. Anna and the ghost face off. The ghost wins, and Anna dies, but not before telling Alfred to take the car and get out, and don't come back. Alfred manages to get Madeline out and into the car, and they put the house far behind them. After a long talk, they decide that, whether they're truly related or not, all they have is each other, and from thereon out, they stick together.
Fall of 2006 - Present – Alfred and Madeline are still together, and have caught wind of what is going on in Heaven and Hell, and have heard rumors about the ‘Mother of All’ and the issues with Purgatory. Inevitably, they are dragged into it all, thanks to a demon named Ivan. Who knows what’ll happen next.
RP Sample:[/u] Alfred sat down on one of the old beds with a frown, box full of letters in hand. He probably had no business probing Matthew’s things, but his curious nature always got the better of him. Besides, it wasn’t as if Matthew had to know he’d found them, right? It was probably a diary or something equally interesting, and it wasn’t as if he was going to pass this up. So what if the letters gave him a bad feeling, if he could find something new to tease his younger brother about (as was an elder brother’s job, of course) then how could he ever let it go?
The moment he started reading, however, he felt that this was nothing of the sort. He didn’t know what exactly it was that he was reading until it mentioned the Dare. And then it clicked. He hadn’t even so much as thought about the Dare in well over a century, and it had seemed relatively harmless at the time. It was just a stupid, childish dare, as far as he’d been concerned. Maybe it was a bit weird that Matthew had seemed to disappear for a while, and maybe it was a bit weird that he was always so quiet nowadays, but he’d never made the connection between that and that idiotic dare. But now he saw it.
And he felt like an asshole. A stupid, careless asshole.
His hands started shaking a little as he read on. He could hardly believe the damage one month of silence had caused, but now that he’d seen it, he couldn’t unsee it. How on earth could he be so oblivious? He was Matthew’s big brother, for god’s sake. They may not always get along, but damnit, he’s supposed to take care of him, right? It seemed that he’d done the exact opposite…. He almost couldn’t read any further after a while, but he forced himself to. This was his fault. All his goddamn fault. Big brother of the fucking century.
He set the letters down with more care than he’d shown anything in a long time, closing his eyes for a moment. He had to make it up to Matthew somehow. But how? It wasn’t like he could just barge in and apologize profusely, could he? The fact that he’d found the letters in the first place and read every single one might even make the situation that much worse. It was clear from the added comments and corrections that Matthew still wasn’t over it, and he knew it was his fault, and that he had to do something. He stood up and paced restlessly around the room, trying to think. Maybe he would just go over there and spend some time with him, and then later on admit to reading the letters and then apologize…if he could even make it that far. Then again, he didn’t necessarily have to do anything at all—what Matthew didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right? But, then again, his conscience would never let him get away with that.
Gritting his teeth, Alfred gingerly placed the box back into its hiding place and left the room, already using his phone to book a flight to Canada. He didn’t know what he was going to do, or what he was going to say, but damnit, he was going to do something. At least maybe then he would get points for effort.
(From a different RP.)
Additional Information:
Alfred is very patriotic.
He’s a mama’s boy.
He has a big scar across his torso from a fight with a poltergeist. One of the reasons he hates them so much. (Supposed to be an allusion to the Civil War.)
He's more than mildly trigger-happy.
His bomber jacket was his father's. It's one of his most prized possessions.
Player Alias: Ammy
Brief Introduction: I’m that quiet girl in the corner who talks to herself that nobody notices.
Player Country/State/Province: U.S.A.
Did you read the rules?: I made them. Bl
Age: 21
Race: Human
Occupation: Hunter
Appearance:
Personality: The first thing you will notice about Alfred is that he’s very energetic and animated. He talks a million miles a minute, and when he gets going it’s hard to get him to stop. He’s got a very cheerful and optimistic attitude, to the point where he often acts downright childish. He’s loud, scatter-brained, and obnoxious, and he enjoys being in the spotlight as much as possible. He’s reckless at best, utterly thoughtless at worst, and more often than not takes big leaps without really thinking things through. He also has a noticeable hero-complex, which is a part of what makes him overprotective over those he cares about, and that coupled with his tendency to rush into things can lead to disaster.
Despite all that, though, he knows how to pick out a serious situation. He prefers being immature, because stupidity is hilarious to him and being mature is boring, but he knows when and where he really has to grow up and make real decisions. He more often than not chooses not to read the atmosphere, but he’s capable of it, and he knows more than most other nations think he does. He can be precise and thorough when he needs to be, and his spying skills are acceptable at worst, damn good at best. But all of this is almost cancelled out by the fact that he still prefers to be immature. It’s pretty much only when his people or the people he’s close to are hurting (emotionally or physically) and/or in absolute danger that many of the aforementioned qualities appear. Even when he knows a situation is serious, depending on the actual severity he’ll likely keep on with his clueless act, despite the stress it sometimes leaves him with.
Also, despite his large hero-complex and unwillingness to admit when he’s been an asshole, he knows when he’s done something wrong. His reaction to said wrongdoing, however, tends to depend on what exactly it was that he did wrong. If it was something little, such as a mistake in speech or something equivalent, he doesn’t give it a second thought. However, if he did something to really hurt someone, he feels considerably un-heroic, and he does get very guilty. His problem is that he isn’t all that good at making it up to the person he hurt. When it comes to apologizing or truly showing his feelings, it’s safe to say that he is lacking. As I’ve mentioned before, he’s a bit of a coward when it comes to these things, and the best he can do is make up for this in his own way, be it giving them a gift or coming over to do fun stuff. He just can never seem to get the words out.
Likes:
+Hamburgers
+Fast food
+Soda
+Guns
+Eagles
+Classic rock
+Archaeology
+Cute, fluffy things
+Dogs
+Cute girls
+Hot girls
+Beer
+Sweets
+Kids
+Setting things on fire
+Movies
+Comic books
+Classic cars, especially older ones
+Fixing said older cars up (it gives him something monotonous to do, and it helps clear his mind during stressful situations)
Dislikes:
-Most Demons
-Most angels
-Monsters
-Lack of food
-Being underestimated
-Losing
-Bullies
-Research
-Work
-Being trapped
-Clowns
-Poltergeists (he HATES them)
-Ghosts in general
Fears:
~Bloody Mary
~Ghosts/poltergeists
~The deaths of those closest to him
History:
July 4th 1990 – Alfred F. Jones is born to Thomas and Anna Jones. Anna, his mother, is Native American, and unbeknownst to his father (who is white, and very American), she is also a hunter.
September 1992 – After months of being bothered for a "baby sister" and wanting a little girl of their own, Thomas and Anna Jones adopt two-month-old Madeline Williams. Alfred is delighted, and spends most of his time playing with his new sister.
Fall of 1995 – Thomas and Anna put the kids to bed. Another peaceful hour goes by, but Anna has a bad feeling; a feeling that she'd had often as a hunter. Determined to ignore it and continue on with her perfect life, however, she pays no mind to it. An hour later, Thomas was dead, and Anna was racing to get Alfred and Madeline out. She grabbed a couple of bags and frantically stuffed some clothes into them, before rushing a scared Alfred out the door, her arms holding both the bags as well as a sleeping Madeline. Anna stuffs them all in the car and drives far away, and never looks back.
Fall of 1995-Summer of 2006 – Anna decides that staying in one place is no longer safe, and raises Alfred and Madeline on the road, teaching them about supernatural beings, the rules of hunting, and how to defend themselves. Anna hates that they don’t get to grow up living normal lives, but settling down is no longer safe.
Fall of 2006 – Along the way, Madeline learn that she is adopted. Upset, she runs away.
Fall of 2006 – Anna and Alfred find Madeline trapped in a house with a powerful borderline-poltergeist. Anna and the ghost face off. The ghost wins, and Anna dies, but not before telling Alfred to take the car and get out, and don't come back. Alfred manages to get Madeline out and into the car, and they put the house far behind them. After a long talk, they decide that, whether they're truly related or not, all they have is each other, and from thereon out, they stick together.
Fall of 2006 - Present – Alfred and Madeline are still together, and have caught wind of what is going on in Heaven and Hell, and have heard rumors about the ‘Mother of All’ and the issues with Purgatory. Inevitably, they are dragged into it all, thanks to a demon named Ivan. Who knows what’ll happen next.
RP Sample:[/u] Alfred sat down on one of the old beds with a frown, box full of letters in hand. He probably had no business probing Matthew’s things, but his curious nature always got the better of him. Besides, it wasn’t as if Matthew had to know he’d found them, right? It was probably a diary or something equally interesting, and it wasn’t as if he was going to pass this up. So what if the letters gave him a bad feeling, if he could find something new to tease his younger brother about (as was an elder brother’s job, of course) then how could he ever let it go?
The moment he started reading, however, he felt that this was nothing of the sort. He didn’t know what exactly it was that he was reading until it mentioned the Dare. And then it clicked. He hadn’t even so much as thought about the Dare in well over a century, and it had seemed relatively harmless at the time. It was just a stupid, childish dare, as far as he’d been concerned. Maybe it was a bit weird that Matthew had seemed to disappear for a while, and maybe it was a bit weird that he was always so quiet nowadays, but he’d never made the connection between that and that idiotic dare. But now he saw it.
And he felt like an asshole. A stupid, careless asshole.
His hands started shaking a little as he read on. He could hardly believe the damage one month of silence had caused, but now that he’d seen it, he couldn’t unsee it. How on earth could he be so oblivious? He was Matthew’s big brother, for god’s sake. They may not always get along, but damnit, he’s supposed to take care of him, right? It seemed that he’d done the exact opposite…. He almost couldn’t read any further after a while, but he forced himself to. This was his fault. All his goddamn fault. Big brother of the fucking century.
He set the letters down with more care than he’d shown anything in a long time, closing his eyes for a moment. He had to make it up to Matthew somehow. But how? It wasn’t like he could just barge in and apologize profusely, could he? The fact that he’d found the letters in the first place and read every single one might even make the situation that much worse. It was clear from the added comments and corrections that Matthew still wasn’t over it, and he knew it was his fault, and that he had to do something. He stood up and paced restlessly around the room, trying to think. Maybe he would just go over there and spend some time with him, and then later on admit to reading the letters and then apologize…if he could even make it that far. Then again, he didn’t necessarily have to do anything at all—what Matthew didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right? But, then again, his conscience would never let him get away with that.
Gritting his teeth, Alfred gingerly placed the box back into its hiding place and left the room, already using his phone to book a flight to Canada. He didn’t know what he was going to do, or what he was going to say, but damnit, he was going to do something. At least maybe then he would get points for effort.
(From a different RP.)
Additional Information:
Alfred is very patriotic.
He’s a mama’s boy.
He has a big scar across his torso from a fight with a poltergeist. One of the reasons he hates them so much. (Supposed to be an allusion to the Civil War.)
He's more than mildly trigger-happy.
His bomber jacket was his father's. It's one of his most prized possessions.
Player Alias: Ammy
Brief Introduction: I’m that quiet girl in the corner who talks to herself that nobody notices.
Player Country/State/Province: U.S.A.
Did you read the rules?: I made them. Bl