Alfred F. Jones// USA Application

Name: Alfred F. Jones
Age: 17 and a half
Birthday: 4 July
Country of Origin: United States of America
Floor in the building: Top floor
How long they've lived in the building: 9-10 months
Job: High School Senior
Powers: Advanced Brain function, resulting in inhuman strength and a mild mind reading ability


Alfred is a tall guy with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and, thanks to his forever present phobia of getting fat, pretty muscular. When he was little he was always teased for being chubby, owning glasses, wearing braces, and all in all being a big loser. When he hit age 15, however, he finally got rid of his braces, revealing perfectly straight and white teeth. In order to get accepted into the school football team, Alfred trained vigorously until he couldn't stand. But it paid off. He is, in his opinion, hot enough now to be popular, although he just can't seem to get rid of his barely noticeable but still existing love-handles.

He almost always wears his glasses except during games and the obvious places such as the bath, bed, etc. He has been told many times that he looks like the ideal American man with his sunny blond hair, light blue eyes, and blinding smile.

His skin is naturally tan and, thanks to the negative effects of puberty slowly disappearing, usually clear. Looks like his ugly red pimples has been left behind with his loser self. Although he is at an age when men usually start to shave, Alfred has never done so. He does have small hairs on his arms and other body parts but those are so thin and light that they are basically invisible. For some reason, hair just doesn't want to grow on his face. Not yet, anyway.

As for clothing, Alfred likes wearing comfortable clothes the best. Sweatshirts and track pants are his favorite but he can't wear those to public. To school he usually wears loose jeans and sneakers coupled with a T-shirt and, because of the cold English weather, his bomber jacket.



Alfred is a bubbly person blessed with endless amounts of optimism. He adores laughing and joking around with others; when he sees a sad person, he tries everything to cheer them up. He hates feeling sad and hopeless, both of which has happened one too many times even to him. He's very extroverted and loves making friends.

He likes to think of himself as someone who can adjust to any type of environment, be it his Grandpa's farm in Texas or the big city life in NYC with his Dad. Even though he tried to tell himself many times that London is just like New York, he could never quite believe himself, therefore he had a hard time dealing with living in England.

Alfred hates secrets. He can't keep them and hates people who keep them from him. He's also a very bad liar; whenever he tries to tell a lie, he shifts his eyes and wouldn't meet the other person's gaze for the world. Thankfully, he's an honest type of person. Somewhat blunt too. Since he's pretty much unable to read the atmosphere, he can offend someone with his brutal honesty without realizing it.

There are few things in this world that can be larger than his ego. He could talk about his greatness for hours without repeating the same thing. Sometimes, he tries to cover his inner insecurity by telling everyone how awesome and heroic he is. He is also very easy to piss off if he even realizes he's being insulted. He's a 'do now think later' type of person; it's no wonder he has been suspended many times for fighting on school grounds.

He also has one more typical American trait: he's obsessed with freedom. He doesn't follow orders or common sense, he just lives in his own little world by his own, sometimes pretty stupid, rules. He won't let anyone control him. Because of his love of freedom, Alfred has always dreamed of flying. Not with planes, but with wings or with powers like Superman's.


~ Science; he's a complete Science geek, although he prefers to hide it from his peers.
~ Food; self explanatory. His favorites are hamburgers and ice-cream, not strictly in that order.
~ Archeology; mummies and old dead bodies are very interesting!
~ TV shows; Quiz and reality shows mostly, although he does have a special place for Discovery Channel, National Geographic, and cartoons in his heart.
~ Comic books; they are the coolest things on the face of Earth! They may be topped by video games, though.
~ Sports; He's on the school's basketball and swim team. He was utterly mortified when he found out he couldn't play football and baseball here, just soccer and cricket or whatever the hell they called it.
~ Animals; his favorite is the eagle. The bald one.
~ Music; he considers himself an addict.
~ Hanging out with his bro; he would never admit it to anyone, but he missed Mattie like crazy all those years they barely talked. And he's the best guy to complain to.


- Having his intelligence insulted; he is a fucking genius, goddamnit! He doesn't realize that his obliviousness might me the reason people call him stupid.
- His temper; he would sooner swallow hot coal than admit that he was wrong or that he feels guilty, but he really does. Feel bad, that is. He has issues with admitting he wasn't right about something.
- People dissing his home country; because the United States of Awesome is just that. Awesome.
- Smoking; it's disgusting and it kills.
- The cold; he likes snow but he hates it when it's cold without a good reason. And no, winter isn't a good reason.
- Stuck-up, snobby, pompous people; They always find a way to suck the fun out of everything. They're fun to tease though.


+ Even though he loves his powers and couldn't think of cooler ones, flying not counting, Alfred loathes hearing thoughts. He can only hear them when he's angry or doesn't really concentrate on anything, but even that is too much. People's thoughts are their own and he has no right to hear them. And the headaches suck.
+ Being a genius and reading thoughts doesn't mean that he can read a person's mood or the atmosphere around him. He can simply hear a bit of a stray thought, which can either make sense to him or not.


Alfred was born in California on Independence Day, how cool is that?, almost eighteen years ago. His mother was a beautiful and successful, although not world-known, model and his Dad was a doctor. When Alfred was no older than six, his parents decided to go through a painful but unfortunately quite common process: divorce. His mother took his older by a year bother and moved to Canada with him, something that very nearly broke Alfred's heart. His big brother was his best friend. They did keep in touch for years via letters, but both of them got too busy to frequently write after a while.

Alfred and his Dad moved to Texas to his grandpa's farm. They lived there comfortably and the little boy loved being there; that was when he decided that he was going to be a cowboy when he grew up and he would chase all the bad guys down with a lasso and a revolver.

A few years later, his Dad got a job offer in one of New York City's hospitals and they moved to the big city shortly after. It was hard for him to adjust to the large city; there were no animals, no plantations, no pretty stars, and no grandpa. Instead there were loud cars, smelly air, and lots of people. For years, Alfred hated living in the city. His classmates called him a loser and a geek for his chubbiness, glasses, braces, his weird accent, and for his love of cartoons and Star Wars.

One day when decided to stay a bit longer and help Ms. Teacher put away the books, he accidentally saw the mean guys beating up one of the quieter kids from class. Alfred was a happy but overall shy child, always trying to please everyone, but at that time he ran outside and told the mean bullies off. They left him with a broken nose and shattered glasses but he didn't care; his classmate called him a hero. Just like the ones in his comic. That was when Alfred decided that he wasn't going to be a cowboy or a doctor, he was going to be a Superhero!

That heroic act of his was rewarded with years of mental and physical pain. He was a freshman in high school when he hit back for the first time. Alfred was taller than most of his classmates or even upperclassmen then. He also got rid of his braces and most of his pimples disappeared. He wasn't talking about Heroes and Star Wars and anime all the time. And, thanks to a summer full of training for football, he wasn't chubby anymore. Perfect recipe for instant popularity.

He hated his home life as much as he loved being in school. His Dad never really gave him much attention but always demanded perfect grades, success on the field, and respect. After a while Alfred decided he would give him only one of them; he would excel in sports but nothing else. His Junior year ended with him barely passing.

He should have known not to mess with his old man. He was enrolled into a high school in London, in England. Alfred threw fits, screamed, broke all the china in their house, but nothing could change his father's mind; he was to move to England and that was that. And he was going to some kind of private school! He just couldn't imagine living with those snobs.

He was dragged kicking and screaming, quite literally, to the airport. And then, 8 hours later, he stepped on English soil. After a short cab drive he arrived to the building he was supposed to live in for the rest of his high school career. Or until he was eighteen and had enough money to go back to America and give his Dad a good punch in the face.


Advanced brain function: He can learn things much faster, for example. It's enough to read a text or see a video once and he could recite it from word to word without any difficulties. His brain is kind of like a video camera, recording everything he sees, hears, smell, etc without him noticing. These things can be recalled at a later time, but usually these random pieces of information appear suddenly in his mind, making him blurt out random and embarrassing things. It also makes him very good at anything mathematical, be it complicated Physics problems or simple everyday calculations like the amount of force and the angle of the curve he needs to throw a piece of trash in the trashcan.

There are two disadvantages of this otherwise pretty cool power; one of them is mind reading. The other one is pain. If he tries to cram too much information in his head, even though his brain is perfectly capable of storing it, he starts to have a headache and feel sick, even going as far as throwing up.

Inhuman Strength: This power can be linked to his brain as well, he just isn't sure how. All he knows is that he loves being super strong. He can lift a car without breaking sweat; he hasn't tried it out on heavier things yet, but a train or a tank sounds inviting. Just like how his other power tends to do what it wants without heeding what Alfred wants, his strength is pretty hard to control as well. Now that he knows how it feels like to be so strong, trying to pretend that he finds lifting a table or gym equipment tiring seems silly.



Alfred never had a fear of storms, unless he had watched a horror movie just before it hit. So he didn't really give a damn that there was a pretty bad storm raging outside. He was in London, what else would he expect? Nice, clear weather? Or, God forbid, heat? No, rain and thunder weren't unexpected. The lightning was pretty though. And it was pretty close too, if Alfred counted the seconds appropriately. And he was on the top floor...he shook his head. Nah, they had a lightning rod, didn't they? Of course they did.

Few hours later he woke up to a sudden pain in his skull and all his muscles. His muscles seized up painfully and his brain felt as if electricity was coursing through it and he was felt sick and hot and cold at the same time...

And then it was over just as suddenly as it came. All the pain disappeared like it had never been there in the first place. Alfred was confused. What the hell happened? Did he dream the pain? Could someone actually dream of pain? He had no idea. He sat up and kicked his leg out, wondering f it would seize up again. Then there was a loud crash, the sound of something breaking, and little pieces of said something falling to the floor.

'What the...? '

He switched on the lamp next to him and stared at the remains of his bedside table with a bewildered look on his face. He didn't even touch it... He knew he kicked in that general direction, but he couldn't feel his foot hitting it! He raised his leg but couldn't see anything extraordinary.

'Just what the hell happened?'

~OOC~

Name: Vicky
Timezone/Country: GMT+1/Hungary
Age:17
A little about yourself: I love America, England, Ice-cream, the English language, Biology and History and I want to become a doctor one day!
Anything Else?: Green!

Your app is amasing! Gosh, I wish I'd gone with Canada when choosing my character now. You are, of course, accepted!