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redwhiteandhero) wrote2013-02-08 10:27 pm
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OOC INFORMATION
[Alias]: Leafy
[Age]: 25
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IC INFORMATION
[Character]: America (Alfred F. Jones)
[Canon]: Axis Powers Hetalia
[Age]: Over 300 (appears to be in his late teens or early twenties)
[Canon Point]: 1956
[History]: Wikipedia Link
[Personality]: AMERICA IS THE HERO. If there's a problem, America is your go-to guy! Okay, sure, he might not always fix something exactly how others would, and your situation might end up more Things America Likes than Things You Asked For, but hey, his heart is in the right place, okay! Your life would have totally sucked without him!
America really does have a heart of gold, and a strong desire to help those in need. He just has a tendency to act without thinking, or to get caught up in his own ideas and forget that his preferences aren't everyone's. He's fairly shortsighted as well, and doesn't always remember to factor in what will be most beneficial in the long run when deciding on a plan of action. That being said, he has an incredibly acute sense of right and wrong, and he won't stand by idly while injustice is done! He just really really wants to help everyone, and only partially because he wants the recognition and adoration that comes with being a hero! (That doesn't mean he won't occasionally take a little more credit for things than he deserves.)
On the other hand, he's also the type of person that gets pissed off and can hold grudges for a long-ass time. For example, taking him from 1956, it's smack in the middle of the McCarthy era witch hunts. Once America gets it into his head that something-- or someone-- is bad, or against the cause of "freedom" (at least, his definition of it), it can take a hell of a lot to convince him otherwise, and he will often ignore evidence that runs contradictory to his views, while propping up anything that proves his point.
America's also kind of an airhead. Despite having a brilliant mind for science (some of the greatest inventions and scientific advancements of our time have come from America after all!) he tends to lack common sense. He more or less operates on a different wavelength than the rest of the world-- marching to the beat of his own drummer, if you will-- which sometimes gives him a hard time understanding why other countries would do things the way that they do, and definitely gives most other countries a hard time understanding why he does what he does (just look at his "screw the rules I do what I want" continuing use of the imperial system).
[Abilities/Powers]: Since he is the personification of a nation, he has an explicit connection with his country and his people. His health is affected by the well-being of his country (for example, economic crises or wars manifest themselves as illness or injury). On the flip-side, he has a high resilience to more mundane injuries. Wounds caused by conventional methods will not hurt him as much as a normal human, and will heal fairly quickly.
Additionally, America is gifted with superhuman strength, to the point where he was lifting bison over his head as a toddler.
[Position]: Cashier/Sales Rep
[Why this position?]: America is a huge people person, loves chatting and generally helping out. He'd be the kind of cashier that would keep up a running conversation as he bagged your items, giving recommendations, remembering your name, and commenting on what a fun time you're gonna have with that Super Laser Blaster 2500Z. It's just good customer service!
[Journal Entry Sample]: [America has managed to activate video recording mode. Who knows how he managed to do that, because he sure doesn't. He doesn't seem to realize it's recording at all, actually. Anyone watching the feed might feel a little queasy as America turns the device over a few times in his hands.]
Wouldja get a load of this this thing. [He seems to be talking to himself, but, being America, his voice is still plenty loud enough to hear. He flicks the World Mobile screen with his fingernail.] No wires, or circuits, or nothin'. You couldn't even pack 'em so thin. Piece of glass with a real working hologram. Shoot, I feel like Buck Rogers!
[He prods at the screen again with his finger, and the video shuts off.]
[Prose Sample]: It was a beautiul day, and America was in awe. He'd been here less than 24 hours, and had spent a majority of it with crowds of people trying to answer the pressing question of what is going on. Even still, he could already tell this place was like crazy outta this world-- well, literally. Lights and video flashed on all sides, and the crowds passing by... they were like nothing he'd ever seen. He doubted even Tony knew this many kindsa alien life forms. It was so far out you couldn't reach it with a rocket.
He'd been told to head to the west of the city if he wanted a bite to eat, so that was where he was, gazing at the array of shops, restaurants, and entertainment venues like a child on Christmas day, standing still only because he couldn't decide which direction to go first. Overstimulated? There's no such thing as overstimulated.
A vendor at one of the food carts broke his trance with an "Ey! You!" and America trotted over, his stomach reminding him with a rumble that he had come here to eat! (And it was a pretty impressive feat to make him forget about a good lunch, boy howdy.) The vendor who'd called him held out something unidentifiable (meat? probably meat) on the end of a toothpick. "How's about a sample?" he offered. America popped it in his mouth without hesitation.
"Holy moly, that was delish and a half." He licked his lips, peering eagerly over the counter to survey the stock. "What is it?"
[Alias]: Leafy
[Age]: 25
[Contact]:
feuillu | IC INFORMATION
[Character]: America (Alfred F. Jones)
[Canon]: Axis Powers Hetalia
[Age]: Over 300 (appears to be in his late teens or early twenties)
[Canon Point]: 1956
[History]: Wikipedia Link
[Personality]: AMERICA IS THE HERO. If there's a problem, America is your go-to guy! Okay, sure, he might not always fix something exactly how others would, and your situation might end up more Things America Likes than Things You Asked For, but hey, his heart is in the right place, okay! Your life would have totally sucked without him!
America really does have a heart of gold, and a strong desire to help those in need. He just has a tendency to act without thinking, or to get caught up in his own ideas and forget that his preferences aren't everyone's. He's fairly shortsighted as well, and doesn't always remember to factor in what will be most beneficial in the long run when deciding on a plan of action. That being said, he has an incredibly acute sense of right and wrong, and he won't stand by idly while injustice is done! He just really really wants to help everyone, and only partially because he wants the recognition and adoration that comes with being a hero! (That doesn't mean he won't occasionally take a little more credit for things than he deserves.)
On the other hand, he's also the type of person that gets pissed off and can hold grudges for a long-ass time. For example, taking him from 1956, it's smack in the middle of the McCarthy era witch hunts. Once America gets it into his head that something-- or someone-- is bad, or against the cause of "freedom" (at least, his definition of it), it can take a hell of a lot to convince him otherwise, and he will often ignore evidence that runs contradictory to his views, while propping up anything that proves his point.
America's also kind of an airhead. Despite having a brilliant mind for science (some of the greatest inventions and scientific advancements of our time have come from America after all!) he tends to lack common sense. He more or less operates on a different wavelength than the rest of the world-- marching to the beat of his own drummer, if you will-- which sometimes gives him a hard time understanding why other countries would do things the way that they do, and definitely gives most other countries a hard time understanding why he does what he does (just look at his "screw the rules I do what I want" continuing use of the imperial system).
[Abilities/Powers]: Since he is the personification of a nation, he has an explicit connection with his country and his people. His health is affected by the well-being of his country (for example, economic crises or wars manifest themselves as illness or injury). On the flip-side, he has a high resilience to more mundane injuries. Wounds caused by conventional methods will not hurt him as much as a normal human, and will heal fairly quickly.
Additionally, America is gifted with superhuman strength, to the point where he was lifting bison over his head as a toddler.
[Position]: Cashier/Sales Rep
[Why this position?]: America is a huge people person, loves chatting and generally helping out. He'd be the kind of cashier that would keep up a running conversation as he bagged your items, giving recommendations, remembering your name, and commenting on what a fun time you're gonna have with that Super Laser Blaster 2500Z. It's just good customer service!
[Journal Entry Sample]: [America has managed to activate video recording mode. Who knows how he managed to do that, because he sure doesn't. He doesn't seem to realize it's recording at all, actually. Anyone watching the feed might feel a little queasy as America turns the device over a few times in his hands.]
Wouldja get a load of this this thing. [He seems to be talking to himself, but, being America, his voice is still plenty loud enough to hear. He flicks the World Mobile screen with his fingernail.] No wires, or circuits, or nothin'. You couldn't even pack 'em so thin. Piece of glass with a real working hologram. Shoot, I feel like Buck Rogers!
[He prods at the screen again with his finger, and the video shuts off.]
[Prose Sample]: It was a beautiul day, and America was in awe. He'd been here less than 24 hours, and had spent a majority of it with crowds of people trying to answer the pressing question of what is going on. Even still, he could already tell this place was like crazy outta this world-- well, literally. Lights and video flashed on all sides, and the crowds passing by... they were like nothing he'd ever seen. He doubted even Tony knew this many kindsa alien life forms. It was so far out you couldn't reach it with a rocket.
He'd been told to head to the west of the city if he wanted a bite to eat, so that was where he was, gazing at the array of shops, restaurants, and entertainment venues like a child on Christmas day, standing still only because he couldn't decide which direction to go first. Overstimulated? There's no such thing as overstimulated.
A vendor at one of the food carts broke his trance with an "Ey! You!" and America trotted over, his stomach reminding him with a rumble that he had come here to eat! (And it was a pretty impressive feat to make him forget about a good lunch, boy howdy.) The vendor who'd called him held out something unidentifiable (meat? probably meat) on the end of a toothpick. "How's about a sample?" he offered. America popped it in his mouth without hesitation.
"Holy moly, that was delish and a half." He licked his lips, peering eagerly over the counter to survey the stock. "What is it?"