Name: Alfred F. Jones
Representing: The United States of America
Age: Who knows? He looks about 19, though.
Appearance: Tall and broad-shouldered, Alfred is likely to be looking down at someone with his usual expression, which consists of his trademark smirk and the bloodthirsty glint in his eyes. (Which, interestingly enough, are also the color of blood.) Don't count on his shades for protection from his intense stare, though; those sunglasses on his sometimes tend to rest on his brown hair instead.
Personality: Classified
|*Unlocked at Level 83*| Status: Classified
|*Unlocked at Level 121*|Weapon of Choice: Bat 3.0
RP Relations: -- No, fatass, you
can't have my bat.
-- Who are you again?
-- If it isn't my favorite little plaything~?
-- Give. Me. My. Fucking. Bat. Back.
-- Ria...ignore whatever the hell Frenchie said.
-- You're not half bad; though you
could lose the weird-ass hat.
-- ...You should go back to harassing your 'son'. Or even your boyfriend.