Alfred F. Jones // United States

[Alfred F. Jones]

His little whispers. Love me. Love me. That’s all I ask for. Love me. Love me.

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[/u][/size] Alfred F. Jones

Nation ► United States of America

Human Name ► Alfred F. Jones

Age ► 21

Gender ► Male

Species ► Canine; Werewolf

Description ►

^{He battered his tiny fist to feel something. Wondered what it’s like to touch and feel something.}

Likes ►

• Food; most especially beef. The greater the quantities, the better.
  
• Americana; incredibly patriotic towards his country, he’ll ignore the faults and boast about the positives. Loves to collect things that are themed towards America.
  
• Vehicles; especially fast cars and motorcycles
  
• Blue jeans; these probably take up the majority of his wardrobe
  
• Sports; both watching them and participating in them
  
• Caffeine drinks; coffee, energy drinks, soda
  
• Sunshine; summer is his favorite season
  
• Comic books
  
• Superheroes
  
• Video games
  
• Movies; though he will only watch horror films if he’s feeling brave
  

Dislikes ►

• Rude people
  
• Tea; it tastes like dirt water
  
• Being restricted
  
• Being bossed around
  
• Cats – and vice versa
  
• Diets
  
• Movies that make him have to think too much (like all those profound foreign ones)
  

Strengths ►

• Physicality; fairly strong, agile and in prime condition
  
• Determination; once he sets his mind on a goal he will see it through
  
• Sense of Justice; Alfred is fair enough to give people the benefit of the doubt before he passes judgment on them
  
• Optimism; he tries to see everything through a positive perspective
  
• Charitable; if someone is in need, Alfred will do what he can to help
  
• Charismatic; Alfred has a natural charm to him that makes it easy for him to persuade people
  
• Leadership; he demonstrates an innate ability to command crowds when the need arises
  

Weaknesses ►

• Gluttonous; he tends to eat more than he should and rarely practices good manners when in the midst of it
  
• Stubborn; the ugly side of the coin to ‘determination’. Once his mind is set, even if it is wrong, Alfred will not be swayed
  
• Gullible; if the pitch is right, Alfred will believe anything that he is told
  
• Trusting; this goes in hand with his gullibility, because he is likely to trust that others are not deceiving him
  
• Immaturity; sometimes Alfred will revert to childish or ‘bratty’ behavior as a defense mechanism when he is uncertain how to handle something
  
• Loud; Alfred doesn’t always know how to keep the volume down in his voice, even if the atmosphere is tense or sensitive
  

Dreams ►

• That someday he will find a cure for his condition. Alfred is hopeful that since it came on through unnatural means then perhaps there will be a means to remove it.
  
• One of these days he will finally be able to own a motorcycle. He enjoys being mobile, and feels that being able to own the rodes on one of them will give him a broader sense of freedom.
  
• Someone might make a comic book based on him. Since he's obsessed with them, nothing would make him happier than to have one done for him someday -- though hopefully he would be portrayed as ten times more powerful.
  
• That he will manage to find someone to accept him despite his many flaws. Alfred knows that he is a creature of limitations no matter how hard he likes to pretend otherwise. And he knows that his condition, combined with his personality, could easily become a strain on other people.
  

Fears ►

• That he’ll somehow end up being stuck in a haunted house with active ghosts.
  
• He’s fearful that at some point the change will consume him so much that he’ll become permanently a wolf.
  
• Someone might come along and take his liberty away; or he will find himself unable to control his own destiny.
  
• That if he accepts himself for what he is, he might one day grow to like being a monster.
  

Personality ►

Alfred’s personality is, ironically, very much suited to his canine condition. Given his mannerisms, the American is not too dissimilar from an overgrown dog in the way that he interacts with the world. Alfred is full of presence, charismatic or perhaps too outgoing to get missed in a room. There is a childlike aura attached to this; though Alfred is sharp for his age, he seems not to have shaken that boyishness. His default attitude is cheerful. It is hard to know whether this is simply how he is, or whether this has been developed over time as a defense mechanism – or if it merely some calculated persona that Alfred created when he realized that people responded well to it.

He does have a temper. When it is roused, it can be explosive. Alfred has little concept of how to censor himself, but he rarely acts with violence. Only if he feels that he or someone that he cares about is endangered would he resort to such tactics. The American generally responds with immaturity, resorting to an arsenal of banal insults or taunts to get his displeasure across. Fortunately, these bursts of temper are short-lived, passing quickly, and Alfred is quick to let go of things like anger and resentment. He never holds a grudge.

Once befriended, it becomes clear just how true the character of Alfred is. He has virtues that many have neglected or abandoned in their later years: Honesty, brutally so at times. Loyalty, with a willingness to defend those who have earned his consideration. Reliability, once held to a promise, Alfred will not let them down. The American is a good friend to have, and he is readily prepared to find the good qualities in others as well. When it comes to faults, he has a skill at glossing over them with his own mysterious logic.

When Alfred gets caught up in things, his energy can turn into spastic delight. To say that he is easily excitable would be a grave understatement. The American tends to be infectious with his joy and will gladly spread that elation to those around him – whether they are willing or not. For this reason, he doesn’t always respect the space of other people around him. It isn’t that Alfred is affectionate; it’s just easy to drape on a convenient body to lean.

History ►

Alfred was born in Kansas, to several generations of horse ranchers. He was a boisterous young boy, energetic enough that his parents often kept him busy helping around the ranch when he’d worn them out. He spent much of his free time running around in the woods behind the family’s house, falling into daydreams of grand adventures where he was king or hunter or hero. His dreams back then were as wide and broad as the black starry skies that blanketed his home.

On one such night, the adventurous ten year old had snuck out of his room on a mission. Earlier in the day, Alfred had swiped away and hidden the favorite doll of his visiting cousin when the girl would not humor him by searching for frogs in the forest pond out back. It had been a rare moment of sour childish temper that Alfred had regretted almost immediately when she went crying to his parents about the disappearance of her toy. So despite the warnings from his parents that he stayed out of the woods at nighttime, the boy defied them and entered the forest.

He had never been one much to be afraid. Alfred was fearless about most everything normal kids were. Going into the dark cluster of trees with nothing to defend himself except for a flashlight and his toy cap gun. The boy found the doll, and in turn was found by a monster. His memories of that encounter were foggy; he could remember sharp teeth and claws, and that when both were dug into him there was blood and pain. He remembered looking up at the full moon overhead and how big it looked that night.

Alfred had stumbled out of the forest the night morning in a feverish delirium. He was discovered by one of the hired ranch hands, taken immediately to the hospital nearly an hour away. The doctors could not find any trace of wounds on him, or any other indication that the boy had been attacked by something so unnatural as Alfred claimed. It was dismissed as a hallucination brought on by exposure. Alfred remained in the hospital until his fever had passed. He was discharged with reassurances to his parents that there was nothing the matter with their boy, yet that didn’t shake the feeling Alfred had that something was wrong inside.

The signs began to show soon enough. All of the animals on the ranch started to recoil from Alfred. It got so bad that his favorite horse, Liberty, became so worked up into a panic that she ended up hurting herself in her stall and had to be put down. Alfred’s despair over the situation amplified when his parents finally came to the decision that he would have to go and live with his uncle in New York. The transition from the isolated ranch in such a small town setting to such a sprawling metropolis was a difficult one in the beginning.

When the first change happened five years later, Alfred had finally adapted to being a city boy. He’d been out on the middle of a track and field event for school when a sudden discomfort had taken hold of him. The teen went back to his house, collapsing onto his bed when lethargy took over, intent on trying to sleep it off. That night, Alfred had woken to a full moon in his window and paws for hands. It took nearly an hour of total spastic freak out before he’d managed to calm down enough to take stock of his transformation.

Alfred, it turned out, was a werewolf. He tried to take this in stride as best he could, rationalizing that the changes to his physical body were minor enough – ears, tail, paws. It wasn’t anything more harmful or menacing than the pet dog of their neighbor. Certainly nothing at all like that horrid monster he’d encountered in the forest as a child. As optimistic as ever, Alfred did his best to keep this knowledge to himself of what he was. The problem only really bothered him when the moon was full. If things remained the way they were, then Alfred was convinced that he could carry on without drawing attention to it.

Then one morning he woke up after the night of the full moon and found that his dog ears had not vanished as they’d done before. His tail had not disappeared with the morning sun. For whatever reason, these animal pieces had stayed with him. Of course this meant that he needed to hide them as best he could. Especially since Alfred had seen through New York what happened to people who had characteristics like his. He did not figure that he was nearly as valuable as those born with their strangeness – yet Alfred was wise enough to know that the circumstances often don’t matter. He’s kept his fingers crossed ever since.

^{Monster, how should I feel? Creatures lie here, looking through the window…}

Roleplay Sample ►

(Taken from a Gakuen-esque AU.)

Things were looking up for Alfred today. It had started when he’d woken up to find bright, clear skies outside of his window. Sometimes, the American teen had the impression that England was some sort of sub-world that didn’t compute what sunshine was – always these dreary skies and constant drizzle. The broad patch of blue stretching across the sky overhead made his eyes light up like a fortunate child on Christmas morning. And there was no chance that he would miss an opportunity like this to go outside to enjoy it.

He had other things that needed to get done. Homework, certainly, and a wiser man would have taken some time to look over those notes for the upcoming test in History. Alfred managed to forget about all of these pressing things in favor of snatching his jacket from its hook on the door so that he could run outside with all the speed of a launched missile. The American greeted those familiar to him with breathless gasps as he went streaking by, “Hi. Yo. Hello. Heya. Hi.”

It was only when he found his path blocked by a bulk of students speaking together that Alfred abruptly had to abort that mission. He twisted his body, sneakers squealing across the floor as the teen coasted to a stop just in time to avoid colliding with their bodies. Alfred blinked owlishly behind his glasses as his brain computed the faces of these gathered individuals. Then, his boyishly handsome face was split by a one hundred watt smile as his arms unfurled and draped themselves casually across random people’s shoulders. “Hey guys! Hey! Hey! It’s totally nice out today. Let’s go out and bake for a while.”

And despite whatever protests they might have mustered, his new acquired targets were dragged along under the grip of Alfred’s arms as he gleefully kidnapped them out into the sunshine. Because there was nothing better than getting to spend a day out in the sun with company – even if they did spend the rest of the afternoon complaining.

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Non-Related Pairings: PrUK, ScotUK, FrUK, GerNada, MapleDutch – WorldxWorld for anything but RuPru. (Sorry!)

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