Your Name: Sarah Your Journal:saiyaness104 Your Email: akamoonlit@gmail.com Your AIM: moonlitdreams104
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Character's Name: America (Alfred F. Jones) Character's Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia Character's Home Universe: Uh, the real world. http://hetalia.wikia.com/wiki/Hetalia_Archives gives some information on the canon, as does real life history. Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Modern Day, 2010. He will have just arrived on Senburu-Trati. Method of Arrival on Station: Method 4. One of those pod things picked him up and deposited him near the space station. Physical Appearance: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y237/shukumei_destiny/Wallpapers/july4.png Personality: Above all, America loves freedom and justice for all. He cannot stand to see the guilty go unpunished or the weak or poor oppressed. This leads to him policing other nations and sticking his nose into their business, earning him few friends. But he means well, truly wanting the world to be peaceful and settled.
Brimming full of life, the young nation is cheerful and energetic almost to the point of annoying. He walks and talks with the persuasive and forceful confidence of one who rarely lost a war. It is because of this that he comes across as somewhat conceited, but he is really worn beneath it all, tired of bearing the weight of the vastly diverse opinions of his populace and caught between the two widely different stances on love, sexuality, family and foriegn relations. His mask over this is a smile, beaming and confident and could not possibly be fake. Except, occasionally, it is.
Abilities and Skills: One word: super-strength. He carried a heavy car for an hour just to ask England if he could borrow it. His punches will send you through a wall if he gets a hold of you and has reason to let himself go.
He's a damn good shot with any sort of gun. In fact, he boasts about being able to handle any sort of weapon, and it's pretty true. Only antique weapons such as old models of swords and pole arms give him trouble.
His forceful personality and ability to talk people down despite his nosiness.
His ability to force down strange and inedible things would count as a power too, I suppose.
Sample: There is a muffled muttering from within the room they had placed him when he was removed from the pod, still asleep and clutching at his pillow. "...Boss.... just needs to wait, I'll... be up for the meeting in five more minutes..."
Then there was a scream, and he buried his head in the pillow. He had glimpsed the advanced technology and metal walls of the space station. "No, no, no! I cannot be kidnapped! Stupid aliens, this is a bad time!" Scowling, trying to look serious, he popped his head back up and waggled his finger at the technology as if it could hear him. "Send me back now, Tony, you know I have a meeting!"
When there was no answer, he scowled harder and pushed himself up off of the bed, crossing the floor in long strides to hit one of the buttons on the thing, presumably some sort of radio. "Hey! I said let me go!"
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Your Name: Sarah
Your Journal:
Your Email: akamoonlit@gmail.com
Your AIM: moonlitdreams104
Character:
Character's Name: America (Alfred F. Jones)
Character's Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character's Home Universe: Uh, the real world. http://hetalia.wikia.com/wiki/Hetalia_Archives gives some information on the canon, as does real life history.
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from: Modern Day, 2010. He will have just arrived on Senburu-Trati.
Method of Arrival on Station: Method 4. One of those pod things picked him up and deposited him near the space station.
Physical Appearance: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y237/shukumei_destiny/Wallpapers/july4.png
Personality: Above all, America loves freedom and justice for all. He cannot stand to see the guilty go unpunished or the weak or poor oppressed. This leads to him policing other nations and sticking his nose into their business, earning him few friends. But he means well, truly wanting the world to be peaceful and settled.
Brimming full of life, the young nation is cheerful and energetic almost to the point of annoying. He walks and talks with the persuasive and forceful confidence of one who rarely lost a war. It is because of this that he comes across as somewhat conceited, but he is really worn beneath it all, tired of bearing the weight of the vastly diverse opinions of his populace and caught between the two widely different stances on love, sexuality, family and foriegn relations. His mask over this is a smile, beaming and confident and could not possibly be fake. Except, occasionally, it is.
Abilities and Skills: One word: super-strength. He carried a heavy car for an hour just to ask England if he could borrow it. His punches will send you through a wall if he gets a hold of you and has reason to let himself go.
He's a damn good shot with any sort of gun. In fact, he boasts about being able to handle any sort of weapon, and it's pretty true. Only antique weapons such as old models of swords and pole arms give him trouble.
His forceful personality and ability to talk people down despite his nosiness.
His ability to force down strange and inedible things would count as a power too, I suppose.
Sample: There is a muffled muttering from within the room they had placed him when he was removed from the pod, still asleep and clutching at his pillow. "...Boss.... just needs to wait, I'll... be up for the meeting in five more minutes..."
Then there was a scream, and he buried his head in the pillow. He had glimpsed the advanced technology and metal walls of the space station. "No, no, no! I cannot be kidnapped! Stupid aliens, this is a bad time!" Scowling, trying to look serious, he popped his head back up and waggled his finger at the technology as if it could hear him. "Send me back now, Tony, you know I have a meeting!"
When there was no answer, he scowled harder and pushed himself up off of the bed, crossing the floor in long strides to hit one of the buttons on the thing, presumably some sort of radio. "Hey! I said let me go!"