Post by Alfred Jones on Oct 21, 2011 15:43:08 GMT -5
You want to tell me what this is all about?
Name: Alfred Jones
Street Name: Alpha Dog
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
Age: 19
Bitch or Homie: Homie
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone[/font][/size][/b]
Where you from?: Polaris, USA
Whatchoo do?: Dj, Drug Dealer, Law Student
Who you be reppin?: 6th Street Stars
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
How you do:
[/li][li] Loud
[/li][li] Impulsive
[/li][li] Childish
[/li][li] Sappy Romantic
[/li][li] Fun-loving
[/li][li] Protective
[/li][li] Sometimes inconsiderate
[/li][li] Determined
[/li][li] Has a Hero complex
[/li][li] Sarcastic
[/li][li] Rebellious
[/li][li] Cheerful
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
Your thing: (likes)
[/li][li] Arthur
[/li][li] Burgers
[/li][li] Comic Books
[/li][li] Marijuana
[/li][li] America
[/li][li] Democracy
[/li][li] Law
[/li][li] Dogs
[/li][li] Strawberry Ice Cream
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Not your thing: (dislikes)
[/li][li] Being ginger
[/li][li] His parent's pressuring him
[/li][li] When his dad yells
[/li][li] Reading
[/li][li] Ivan's obsession with him being his 'law bitch'
[/li][li] Cops who think they're all that
[/li][li] Seeing others suffer
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
What you been through:
Alfred was born to Fanny and Coram Jones shortly after they immigrated to Polaris from Scotland. He was a happy child who loved his parents and his brother very very much and for the first 5 years of his life that was all he needed. They were poor and didn't have much, but they had love. When he was 5 years old he started school and everything seemed to go downhill from there. The other children were mean to him, making fun of his red hair and accent. He fled into the comforting arms of the other outcasts, making good friends with some of the other unpopular kids. But it wasn't enough and he just wanted to be normal and have friends.
The longer he spent in school, the more obvious it was that something was wrong. Every time he would try to read his assignments the words would dance on the page. He began failing all of his classes and falling deeper into a depression. It wasn't until middle school that a teacher caught onto this and set up a discussion with his parents. He was found to have dyslexia and got help. Reading became easier and he started getting his assignments turned in on time. For the first time in his life he didn't feel like an idiot and an outcast.
But there was still the problem of his hair color and accent. He was still being made fun of and he couldn't stand it. After 8th grade he'd had quite enough and over the summer he dyed his hair blonde. He entered high school a new person with a new personality. Instead of the shy ginger kid he'd been in middle school he was an outgoing and fun-loving blonde who struggled hard to keep his accent under wraps. And it worked! He had more friends than he ever had and almost no one remembered that he'd been unpopular just the year before.
Al fell in with the wrong crowd, he was so desperate to be popular. He joined the 6th street stars and began dealing pot after school. It wasn't a particularly fulfilling existence, but it gained him a lot of friends. And through one of those friends he met Ivan Braginski, a Russian mob boss.
Alfred graduated high school near the middle of his class with a B average. It would have been better but his dyslexia and social life held him back. He didn't plan on going to college because he thought he could do better selling drugs. But everything changed when one day he saw a cute blonde guy walking down the street. Alfred, now a shining example of extroversion, immediately went up to him and began to flirt. He refused to leave Arthur alone until he agreed to a date and everything else is history.
Soon, the meager living he made off of selling drugs and DJing wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to give Arthur the best life he could. For days he stayed up, trying to find a way to pay for college. In the end, he ended up going to his old friend Ivan. Ivan agreed to give him a loan to pay for his college, on the condition that once he graduated he be his lawyer. Alfred agreed and is now taking classes at the local University.
On my knees in the night
Other shit:
Alfred is dyslexic and has trouble reading, but refuses to let that get in the way of his school.
Alfred has a mix of a Scottish and an Irish accent, but he actively conceals it.
He has red hair, but he dyes it because he's ashamed of being ginger.
He has a cat, a white mainecoon with a brown ruff named Sam
Sayin prayers in the street light
Show us what you got: (RP sample)
This was it, today was the day that he would finally be leaving the Free States of America for the Heta Empire. He was excited, more so than he could remember being at any time of his life. He was going to see new lands and experience new things and when he finally came home it would be with stories of things his family and friends had never even dreamt of. There was only one problem.
Ma was blubbering again.
“Al, promise me you’ll be careful.” His mother asked, tearful as she inspected her son one more time. He was dressed sharply in his military uniform, given to him so civilians would know he worked with them, with his father’s old jacket that had been handed down to him over his own issued uniform jacket. It wasn’t cold in the slightest, but he wore the old leather bomber jacket more for comfort and strength than anything. His father was his hero, the man he’d always tried to emulate. And looking at him now, Amelia Jones could see the resemblance between her husband and son. She held his shoulders, looking up into his eyes as she licked her handkerchief and wiped at his cheeks. Her own were red from crying with tracks of tears coursing down them.
It made Alfred uncomfortable seeing his mother cry and he shifted from foot to foot, not looking her in the eyes. Girls crying period had always made him rather uncomfortable, but seeing his mom cry was even worse. And the fact that it was basically his fault made him feel horrible. “Aw, Ma! Don’t cry, you’re embarrassing me. And you know I’ll be careful! I ain’t a little kid you gotta look out for, anymore. I’m a man now!” He protested, trying to get away from the kerchief. It was scratchy and he did not have something on his face! And he was totally not pouting.
“Alfred Jones you mind your mother, now.” His father warned when he saw his son was getting a bit too impatient with his mother. He knew his father wasn’t truly angry; he just didn’t want him to forget his manners. And this might be the last time Ma saw him for a while, he guessed she was entitled to some fussing. But the slight frown melted into a smile as he pulled his son into a hug. “You be good, boy. You’re a good kid, but sometimes you don’t think before you act.” He told him, making a small shot of embarrassment and sheepishness go through him. Was he really that bad?
“Yes sir.” He replied with a grin of his own, returning his father’s hug and pulling his mother into his arms after. “I’ll be good, ma, I promise. And when I get back I’ll bring you all sorts of pretty things. Silk from the Asian Confederation so you can make yourself a pretty dress for entertaining guests like a proper lady! And Hair combs and a tea set and perfumes!”
His mother just laughed and slapped his arm. “All I want is for my boy to come home in one piece, maybe with a good girl on his arm so he can take over the farm when your pa and I get old.”
“Ma! Don’t say things like that!” He protested, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Besides, you and Pa aren’t gonna get old!” he shot his mother a disarming smile as she shooed him up the ramp. “You just come back alive, you hear!?”
At the top of the ramp he turned and shot his parents a smile as bright as the sun and saluted. His father gave a small, proud smile and saluted back. Alfred squared his shoulders and turned back, walking onto the ship and into his future.
Ma was blubbering again.
“Al, promise me you’ll be careful.” His mother asked, tearful as she inspected her son one more time. He was dressed sharply in his military uniform, given to him so civilians would know he worked with them, with his father’s old jacket that had been handed down to him over his own issued uniform jacket. It wasn’t cold in the slightest, but he wore the old leather bomber jacket more for comfort and strength than anything. His father was his hero, the man he’d always tried to emulate. And looking at him now, Amelia Jones could see the resemblance between her husband and son. She held his shoulders, looking up into his eyes as she licked her handkerchief and wiped at his cheeks. Her own were red from crying with tracks of tears coursing down them.
It made Alfred uncomfortable seeing his mother cry and he shifted from foot to foot, not looking her in the eyes. Girls crying period had always made him rather uncomfortable, but seeing his mom cry was even worse. And the fact that it was basically his fault made him feel horrible. “Aw, Ma! Don’t cry, you’re embarrassing me. And you know I’ll be careful! I ain’t a little kid you gotta look out for, anymore. I’m a man now!” He protested, trying to get away from the kerchief. It was scratchy and he did not have something on his face! And he was totally not pouting.
“Alfred Jones you mind your mother, now.” His father warned when he saw his son was getting a bit too impatient with his mother. He knew his father wasn’t truly angry; he just didn’t want him to forget his manners. And this might be the last time Ma saw him for a while, he guessed she was entitled to some fussing. But the slight frown melted into a smile as he pulled his son into a hug. “You be good, boy. You’re a good kid, but sometimes you don’t think before you act.” He told him, making a small shot of embarrassment and sheepishness go through him. Was he really that bad?
“Yes sir.” He replied with a grin of his own, returning his father’s hug and pulling his mother into his arms after. “I’ll be good, ma, I promise. And when I get back I’ll bring you all sorts of pretty things. Silk from the Asian Confederation so you can make yourself a pretty dress for entertaining guests like a proper lady! And Hair combs and a tea set and perfumes!”
His mother just laughed and slapped his arm. “All I want is for my boy to come home in one piece, maybe with a good girl on his arm so he can take over the farm when your pa and I get old.”
“Ma! Don’t say things like that!” He protested, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Besides, you and Pa aren’t gonna get old!” he shot his mother a disarming smile as she shooed him up the ramp. “You just come back alive, you hear!?”
At the top of the ramp he turned and shot his parents a smile as bright as the sun and saluted. His father gave a small, proud smile and saluted back. Alfred squared his shoulders and turned back, walking onto the ship and into his future.
Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise