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Remember that this is an Alternate Universe setting, and the characters are humans.
PLEASE CHECK OUT THE SAMPLE APPS DOWN BELOW IN THE COMMENTS FOR IDEAS.
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Remember that this is an Alternate Universe setting, and the characters are humans.
PLEASE CHECK OUT THE SAMPLE APPS DOWN BELOW IN THE COMMENTS FOR IDEAS.
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Name: Emily/Al works.
Age: 18
Journal: pokeh
Time zone: US Eastern
MSN: pokeh @ live . com
Email: miss.pokeh @ gmail . com
Anything else: NEIN, HERR MOD.
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Alfred Fuckyeah Jones
Country: US of A
Gender: Male
Age/Year: 19/Year two
Description: Blonde, with one strange cowlick that never lies flat; glasses; fairly handsome, though he had to lose a bit of weight at one point. Pretty tall at 177 cm.
Personality: Silly guy. Loves to laugh, eat, and make friends. Hates studying, so he won't unless you force him, but he seems to get by all right in classes. He's fairly popular, and he thinks everyone likes him, but he truly cares about his friends, and will try to help them with any problem they have. Actually, he'll offer his help, even if they don't ask. Actually... he'll force his help, even if it's not needed.
History: This mama's boy grew up in an American-Dream-type household. He loves his brother, Matt, although sometimes the poor kid gets ignored. They've always had a good deal of money, and he's not sure what it's like to live anywhere under where they've stood so long at upper-middle class. Currently, though, he's low on personal funds, and is too lazy to apply for jobs. His best subjects in high school were P.E., English, and Science, and he hated Math and did very poorly in History. If Leti hadn't forced him to study (see Leti's app example for their personal history; I'm lazy.), he'd never have squeaked through with those low Cs. At Hetalia U he likes anthropology and archaeology, art classes, and is thinking of declaring a Sociology major. But he parties a little too much... maybe he'll have to bring it on down to a more serious level for this semester.
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Naw.
Anything else: He's quite fond of Arthur but he'll never admit it he's single.
First-person sample: Coming soonish!
Third-person sample: See above!
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I’m hungry. Dayum. I shoulda eaten more than two burgers in the café. I don’t think I’ve got time to go to the dining hall again; they’re probably cleaning up, anyway. I did kinda spill fries everywhere. Well, it’s not as bad as the soda last week! Ehh, maybe I’ll drop by to the student center and get some candy, I need an energy boost. Leti should meet me here soon. I’m gonna text her. Shit, my mind’s racing. Is it because I’m hungry? Shouldn’t I be more sluggish? I guess I’m worried about that Stats exam I have on Tuesday, I’ve been chatting up girls more often than I’ve been taking notes… but damn, that brunette is cute. I’m gonna get her number on Tuesday. Before the test, so I carry that confidence through the entire period.
That’s that done. How dare she be late? She told me that we’d study straight from seven to ten, with NO breaks except for food! She’d better not put fuggin’ hot sauce in my ketchup, again, I couldn’t tell that shit apart, and it burrrrrned, man, it burned. Nothing I can’t handle, though. My tongue is as tough as the rest of me! Ahh, is that a good pickup line? Probably not… But if she does that, I swear, I’m gonna call up her mom and complain. Hahaha, Mama Alvarez loves me. She keeps asking about Mattie, though, like I’m not good enough. It’s not like I don’t look JUST LIKE the guy, and I’m funnier, and I’m cooler, and I’ve-aw, well, Matt’s not so bad. I kinda feel bad now just for… hm. Will the candy vending machines even be fixed? My stomach is on the verge of rumbling. Ahhh, yeahhh, there it goes. Maybe Leti’ll bring sandwiches, or something… why the hell did we have to schedule study time straight through dinner?!
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Alfred was laaate. LATE! He’d overslept for the third fracking time this semester for this class… but it was English history, and although he’d been there a lot when he was small, he couldn’t really care less about Charlemagne or King Arthur or whoever the last guy was who ruled the place. He’d just ask Arthur later. Pleading puppy-dog eyes ought to do it. The guy would crack! He’d crack, someday!
Oh, shit, fuck, he’d better hurry. Five minutes were gone already, and that ancient Professor with the uneven beard would probably lower his grade an entire letter if he was late. The dude seemed to hate him, but he wasn’t entirely sure. If he could get a seat next to Leti, that’d be good… it was Friday, so everyone was probably skipping. He’d skip too, but he needed to attend SOMETIMES, and they might be having an exam, or something. He’d fallen asleep through important announcements last time. If only he hadn’t hit the snooze button eight times in a row. Why the hell had he picked morning classes?!
He nearly tripped over himself getting to the building, and climbed the steps up to the fourth floor two at a time. His backpack was half-open, but he didn’t notice. He’d barely brushed his hair, but whatever. That damn cowlick was never gonna stay down. Should he have held the door open for that little guy…? Who cared, he was late, fuckin’ LATE. He ran down the hall, huffing for breath, overshooting the classroom by three feet before he skidded to a halt and peeked in.
No. Way.
It was empty. He’d gotten up early for NOTHING. Everyone in the section was probably still asleep, stupid eight o’clock classes-he’d kill his advisor the next time he saw him-
He looked around for the slip of paper that would confirm the class cancellation, and smacked his fist against it once he saw it. Screw THIS. He was going back to bed.
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Just kidding, ilu. ♥
Accepted, and welcome to the comm, Mr. Jones. :)
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