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In-Game Character Information
Name: Alfred F. Jones [America]
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Age: 15
Personality: Alfred is very patriotic and very much a young boy in a lot of aspects. He's bright, energetic, young, somewhat self-centered--he's clueless when it comes to listing places on a map that aren't in or near his country--and proud. He's rather brash and doesn't seem to have a good hand on the concept of tact and coupled with his "Do what I want" attitude, he's got a bad habit of getting on other peoples' bad sides, even when he only means to help out.
Even though he's rather selfish, it's not to say he's a bad guy. And when he hears of other people in plight, he's one of the first to go offer any help he can. Because he's pretty much grown up with the "HERO" mind set, he tends to sometimes dig into problems that aren't really his, and is amazingly pushy when it comes to international affairs, however he is never one to beat around the bush and his directness can and has helped others out in the past.
He's severely obsessed with cheeseburgers, sports, and other stereotypically American things and yet is easily scared of horror movies. He actually gets scared rather easily, to the point that if he's by himself in the dark, if someone else is with him, he makes sure to fall asleep before they do, lest he be the only one awake. It's one of his more childish traits that he doesn't like being brought up. He's also amazingly oblivious when it comes to other peoples feelings--it actually surprises him when he discovers that people don't care for Americans very much. This is a result of his military background--as an army brat, with a high ranking officer for a father, he's spent most of his life on bases. He views the soldiers on the bases as his friends and though he's newly discovered his powers for magic, he's still a bit skeptical and readily accepts science more than magic at times. This is reflected in his belief in aliens more so than fairies--he's slowly opening up to the magic world with the help of his former tutor and friend, Arthur Kirkland: a tutor his parents hired to help educate him in preparation for his schooling at Squarewarts. Now, on entering his fifth year, Alfred is finally using some of the guidance bestowed upon him albeit in his own way.
Background: Alfred was born to the most non-magical pair of muggles in his area. He was raised to the tender age of ten, believing that magic didn't exist and while he believe in the Occult, he never did grasp that he could have magical powers. Born to military parents, his father is a general and his mother is a nurse--Alfred learned to always trust in himself and to stick to the rules, though he never did always follow them to the letter.
Always having the innate sense to attract trouble to himself, he discovered his powers by accidentally causing his stuffed alien, Tony, to talk. The resulting commotion caused something of a revelation in Alfred's and his parents' lives. After some convincing and some tears, a family friend revealed that they had a family member who also did magic, and recommended a tutor for the young boy to help prepare him for the new life he was about to embark on.
Arthur Kirkland was called in to help guide Alfred and help him adjust to the magic side of things. Alfred took to Arthur like a brother, always one for a friend. However Arthur's strict ways didn't always strike him kindly and he often finds bickering with the other and their views. Being a lot more child-like in his views, Alfred has to keep adjusting to new revelations about what he thought he knew and what reality actually is--however, not one to be deterred, he meets these as challenges head on and with a smile entered Hogwarts with a curious mind.
Blood: Muggle-born
Preferred House: Gryffindor
Why you think they belong in this house? Alfred believes firmly in justice and heroes. He's prone to thinking slightly in black and white because of this but his firm trust in justice and being a hero is something that drives him and keeps him going. He wants to save the world, he just needs to figure out how.
School Year: 5th
Quidditch Position: N/A
Would you like the character to possibly get a higher position? N/A
Roleplay Samples
Journal Sample: Man, my potions score wasn't so great again. England's gonna be mad--oh right, I mean ARTHUR--still don't see why he gets so touchy about the nickname, it's where he's from! Though...I'm in England, so it's kind of weird that everyone looks up when I yell it at him.
Still, he can't be too mad at me, can he?
I tried really hard on this potions exam this time--I even studied!
Kind of.
Ok so I mayyy have kind of goofed off and just, yeah...alright, so I kind of didn't study at all.
But still, but still!
I promised Arthur I wouldn't fail another exam and oh man, Pa's gonna be so mad when he hears it from that tattle tale--he'll make me do push ups as soon as I get home again I just know it.
Well, better start stretching then, I just know ol' England's gonna just sense the failure by lookin' at me. And then he's gonna send a letter and urgh, my arms ache just thinkin' about it...
Roleplay Sample: Alfred smiled as he excused himself past a group of seventh year girls in the common room, holding his new package from his parents close. He waved offhandedly to a few friends and muttered a quick, "Be with ya guys in a bit!" moving forward to this room.
He would not be deterred. He was a man on a mission.
Not even to his room though, his curiosity ate at him and he started tearing at the packaging.
My new comics must've just come in and Ma's sure to have made some brownies and-- his mind whirred at the excitement of homemade treats and then...
He stopped and stared at the empty box, looking at the lone letter it contained.
Pass your next exam or your brownies will be fed to my owl.
I MEAN IT.
With an anguished cry, Alfred dropped the package and raged. He KNEW he should've been worried when Arthur handed him the package with a simple smile.
Clutching the letter to his dejected hands, he trudged back to the common room. He'd forgotten his herbology book, and he had yet another exam tomorrow. Even with his trusty speedy Firebolt, he knew he could never outrun the elder if he was upset so stealing them back was just not an option--neither was throwing a quaffle at him. How his former tutor knew was anybody's guess but he knew that if he ever wanted another bite of his mother's walnut brownies, he'd have to start cramming post haste.