Hey There Ya'll!

[Alfred F. Jones]

Name: Alfred F. Jones

Country your character represents: The United States of America, Baby!

Age: 16

Occupation: Student. What else?

Hobbies: Football, Playing X-box, Listening to music, Making short films, Reading comics (even web comics), Playing his Fender soild body bass, Video games, Boredom snacking, Watching the Sci-fy channel. Just ask if you want to know more.

Likes: Science, Space (The planet kind.), Being outdoors, Air planes, Movies, Horror, Zombies, Burgers (Any kind.), Blowing bubbles with gum, Music, Protein Shakes, Chucks, Motor cross, NASCAR, and dogs.

Dislikes: Being Oppressed, People not listening to his ideas, Being called stupid or fat, Itchy wool sweaters, Being ignored, Smoking, Diet soda (Though Diet Pepsi is okay.), Homework.

Background: Alfred is the youngest in a set of twins from the good ol' U.S of A. He was raised by his single mother who worked herself to the bone to provide for him and his brother. He was never always real grateful about it and now that he looks back on it he tries to be more thankful of things. Soon, by the time he was ten, his mother was diagnosed with cancer and died three years later. Alfred and his brother were tossed around in the family. First moving to Spain, then France and England. Unlike his brother, who did well in school and was very polite, Alfred stuck out like a sore thumb and his grades kept dropping no matter how much his family told him to study. His attitude was, 'As long as he had friends and family, he would be fine.' Finally, after flunking College in England his relatives sent him here, so hopefully he would learn how to function with out his family helping him out every step of the way.

Anything you'd be uncomfortable or unwilling to rp: Nope. I'm cool with whatever.

Out of character: Hola! I'm just a happy litte Rper wanting to Rp. (Heh, I just realized how close Rper looks almost like raper.) You can call me Nick or something. I'm from the US and I'm a lady. I'll just say I'm old.

[Arthur Kirkland]

((You know I love you. I shall express it again. "Hrnn~<33".))

Y-You used to live in England, did you? Well, finally someone that has some sense of the word 'satire'! Lovely to meet you.

[Ivan Braginski]

Your accent is unbelievably annoying.

(Welcome to the forum! I've heard good things about you~)

[Adrienne de Polignac]

(An America! Hoorayy!! So cute!))

You.. seem like a very energetic person, Mister Jones. *looks up, even in heels*

[Alfred F. Jones]

Oh, Hello Miss! Didn't see you there! Youre awfully tiny.

( Your.Picture.Is.Adorable.)

[Alfred F. Jones]

And yeah? Yours ain't the best to listen to either, then again some people like grating metal against a chalk board. So, you never know.

And ummm...yeah. But England isn't all it's cracked up to be, bunch of bad weather and a school system I can't make heads or tails of.

[Arthur Kirkland]

...Y-You! Well excuse me for my country's particular climate! I'd rather rain than constant cold or hot weather! Great Britain is great for a reason, you know!

[Ivan Braginski]

Ah! This is the kind of ignorance the world expects of Americans, so I will stop myself becoming annoyed at you.

[Adrienne de Polignac]

Yes, sadly this is genetics made me shorter than most. It is alright, this might mean I may need to buy bigger heels. Greetings, Mister Kirkland, Mister Braginski, I hope we are playing well with each other?

(Aww, thanks, I feel in love with it as well... the glasses and the whole "librarian chic" really made me dig it)

[Alfred F. Jones]

Yeah, whatever Herman Munster.

And Prissy Britches. It ain't /just/ hot and cold here. We got a thing called Fall and Spring.

[Arthur Kirkland]

...What do you think I am?! A reception-age child?! Yes, I am awfully aware of the bloody seasons!! And I will have you know that the month is autumn, not 'fall'! It's supposed to be a noun, not a bloody verb!

Bet you don't even know what that means.

And we are getting on... er. Famously, Miss Polignac.

[Alfred F. Jones]

My god. I think harpies screech quieter than you. I think you might have busted my ear drum. Autumn, Fall same diff. Now get your panties out of a bunch.

Yeah, this guy is just a little annoying. that's all Miss. P!

[Arthur Kirkland]

E-Excuse m-me?!! Oh, you insolent little child! How old are you anyway! Four?! No wonder you are baby-faced! Or is it just plumpness?

(*Oh yes he went there*)

[Adrienne de Polignac]

*Just watches the banter*

That is good to hear Mister Kirkland, and Mister Jones, I have a feeling that you will be able to .... get along well with each other as the semester goes by.

[Alfred F. Jones]

Tch....At least I know how to pluck unsightly hairs.

(It's on.)

[Arthur Kirkland]

W-Well! I know someone that won't be invited to the parties!!

[Alfred F. Jones]

Are you seriously a guy? Cause I think you just took away my invite to your magical slumber party...

[Arthur Kirkland]

What on Earth are you insinuating?!

[Alfred F. Jones]

Uhhh, that you're kinda girlie? I thought that was obvious. Oh, well.

[Roderich Edelstein]

Guten tag, Alfred. I fear we may not get on as well as I had hoped...

[Raivis Galante]

It's nice to meet you Alfred. I hope we can get along.

_{Ah, you seem pretty cool!}

What kind of short film do you make? Like made up stories or real life?

[Mathias Køhler]

Wow! A movie director type student? Sweet! Maybe I can get you to help with some of my projects!

Welcome to the school Al! I'm Mathias, the Sex Ed and Health teacher!

[Vash Zwingli]

...nice to meet you Mr Jones...

I think.

I am Vash Zwingli.

[Ivan Braginski]

This is so entertaining~

[Alfred F. Jones]

Hey, Roomie! Can't wait to share a room! Should be fun! Anything you would like to warn me about before we set up shop?

Hey, kid! So, your names Ravis? That's sick! Erm...sick like really cool. Yeah, I mostly try stories that I make up. I did a documentary once but it got too boring.

Awesome Mr. K! I'd love to help ya. You aren't going to make us put condoms on a banana are you?

Ha ha!! It's nice to meet you, Vash! I hope you and I can be bros.

Dude....Ivan. Shut up.

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