Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jun 5, 2011 13:45:10 GMT -5
and it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains!
[/b][/center][/font][/size][/color]Full Name: Alfred Forrester Jones
Aliases: Al, or Alfie. He will accept any given nickname unless it is rude or insulting.
Country of Origin: Born and raised in New York City, USA.
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: For a nineteen year old, Alfred is a decent height standing at roughly 5'10" with a somewhat enviable build. His shoulders are broad and his arms are strong, capable of lifting even the heaviest barrels of booze or chests full of gold and silver. With smooth, tanned skin, sunny blonde hair (complete with one single stubborn cowlick standing tall) and eyes as blue as the free, open skies frequently behind thin glasses, he feels rather blessed for his looks. It's something he enjoys from having a more stable diet in comparison to those who sail the seas.
Despite looking fairly lean and healthy, underneath his generally casual clothing shows a definite bit of extra weight on his body, mainly around his middle. Alfred frequently defends himself and calls it 'puppy fat' he has yet to grow out of. He tends to wear clothes at work that are a little less extravagant than the sea men usually wear and dresses appropriately for work, but when he wants to impress, he can bring out some quite expensive pieces to wear, usually coloured in golds and blues to stand out.
Job: Alfred is a young bartender. It is an odd occupation, admittedly, for he rarely finds it within himself to join in with the frequent drinking parties that last from eight in the morning until midnight and beyond but that tends to be because he has to stay somewhat sober for his duties. Whenever he is not in the bar, he tries to find ships that he can have jobs on, even if it is just cleaning.
Personality and History: Everybody that has ever known Alfred could say that he is an all over lovely man. He rarely frowns and often smiles in a way that is deemed 'goofy' by some, greeting everybody with a friendly hello and the offer of a first drink of the evening for free. It wins him some popularity with the locals and that is something he craves. He enjoys being the centre of attention and being able to make people happy. Which is almost impossible in the port towns. Pirates aren't the most friendly of folks, but it seems Alfred is that little bit different.
He is incredibly oblivious to the atmosphere and is terrible at reading other people. You could be about to start a fight with him and he'd stand there wondering why you're getting closer to him and never once come to the right conclusion. That isn't to say he doesn't have his moments; when Alfred is passionate about something he sticks in with it and will do all he can to excel in his chosen fields, be it in his hobbies or in his work, he will always give one hundred percent in heart. His intelligence is questionable at times but he can prove to be smart when he needs to be. He has a huge passion for food, but that is more than likely due to his massive appetite.
Having been born and grown up in New York City as the son of another bartender, Alfred grew up in large crowds of people and had early encounters with visiting pirates who visited the ports. They caught his interest from an early age, but he was brought into the job of bartending by his father when he became a teenager, helping to serve up drinks, mainly beer and rum for they make up a good part of a sea man's diet apparently. His life was generally good and he enjoyed being taught to read and write by his father every so often, and he enjoyed a good relationship with them. He didn't have many friends, however, for his borderline hyperactive state tended to - and still does - drive people away from him.
He moved away from his parents at the age of eighteen and has been working at an older woman's bar in another port for a little over a year, taking charge of it despite his age. He passes himself off as twenty-one when anybody asks what age he is, and they tend to be too far gone with their drinks to question him further. Despite having decent wages and a good enough time, he finds the odd job aboard ships, just to see if he'll possibly be given a chance to sail on their ship for a few days and pay them back with his labour. It hasn't happened yet, but he is confident that one day he could get onto the seas and experience it all for himself.
All in all, Alfred is a cheerful lad with a stable enough job, thoroughly enjoying his independence from his family and his freedom to do as he pleases outside of work, but is always aspiring for something more from life.
stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains, it's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors!
[/b][/center][/font][/size][/color]Roleplay Sample: It was busy that evening. Two huge ships had sailed into the port that afternoon and had made their way to their first stop in town. The bars. Always the place to be and the place to meet and greet, to perhaps pick up a girl, to lose yourself and to relax after the strains of working near endlessly aboard a ship. Smoke drifted around the warm room, lamps now lit, and the man at the bar inhaled the heavy scent of tobacco and salt and sweat and alcohol; everything he had grown so accustomed to.
A bright, cheerful grin was thrown to the woman who stumbled to him, leaning towards him. Her lips pursed and she pulled a few coins from her dress, to which Alfred gave a low chuckle, licking the corner of his lips. "A drink for the lady then, huh? Comin' right up sunshine!" He said, taking the coins eagerly to drop into the pouch by his hip, picking up a clear glass to fill it with the cool, frothy beer, tossing it back across the wooden surface in a flash. "Good to see you back, have a good evening!" The man chirped, winking at her as the woman giggled, batting him off as she stumbled towards a table and into the lap of another man.
Alfred's expression fell just slightly. This was his daily routine, serving drinks and not doing much else. It was nice and it was fun to meet so many people on a daily basis, but when you were confined to a bar, it didn't feel like much. The young man wondered vaguely if the pirates looked at him and laughed. If they thought he was silly for living in one place, never seeing the world as they did, never getting any excitement.
He wondered that very thing sometimes. Just looking past the stumbling drunks, singing merrily together, through the thick smoke from their cigars, and to the windows that shielded them from the outside world, he stared out over towards the ocean, the moon high in the sky to light it, the stars brighter than millions of lamps ever would be. His lower lip puffed out, cheeks filling with air. The ships were rocking in the breeze that rolled over the surface of the waters. Alfred rubbed the lenses of his glasses clean, pushing them back up the bridge of his nose to get a clearer image.
Imagine it; Captain Jones, a master of the seas! With a loyal crew and a ship all of his own, battling day and night, clothed in only the finest of materials, searching for treasure and sailing in to ports like this for a good time. Alfred's eyes lit up, childish wonder settling within them.
"Oi, kid, give us another round!" A gruff voice snapped, slamming a glass to the worksurface. The blonde man shook his head, freeing himself of his imagination, and gave another smile.
"Comin' right up!" He repeated again, doing the exact same thing he'd always done. It was a big dream for a little bartender. Perhaps too big.
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OOC:
Name/Nickname: Megan
Age: 18
Time Zone: GMT +1
Contact info: msn = xx_megzter_xx@hotmail.co.uk, twitter = pandamelons, tumblr = wolfxdog
when ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores!
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