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Jake English
Name: Autumn
Contact Info: plurk @ bokononist
Other Characters Played: N/A
Preferred Apartment: None
Character Name: Jake English
Canon: MSPA: Homestuck
Canon Point: Right before ACT VI: INTERMISSION 3, as Jake is preparing to smooch Dirk's decapitated head.
Background/History: The plot overview for Homestuck here on Wikipedia is probably the most cohesive summary around for someone unfamiliar with the canon. Here is a link to Jake's history/general information specifically.
Personality: Jake English is a bit of an odd duck.
We’ll start with the most obvious. At a glance, most of Jake’s surface characteristics aren’t too out of line with most modern teenage boys: he loves movies, enjoys roughhousing, and spends a lot of time goofing off with his friends on the internet. He has a fascination with the weird (he unashamedly loves skulls, and would leap at the chance to get to explore dusty old dangerous ruins.) There remains a lot more to him than those superficial qualities, though.
Jake doesn’t just like movies—he like likes them, would probably ask them on a date and stammer as he offered them flowers if he could. His bedroom is literally wallpapered in movie posters and, off the top of his head, he can’t think of a film that he has actively disliked. This by itself says a few things about him: when Jake enjoys something, he really, unabashedly enjoys it. He is not a critic, and while I’m hesitant to say that his love of film makes him “easily pleased,” I would easily admit that he is willing to appreciate even the awful things in life. Another thing to note is that Jake has spent nearly his entire life in solitude. With the exception of his grandmother, who died when he was very young, and the friendships he has made online (some of which will be touched on more later), Jake has had no other human contact on the island that he grew up on. Films are gratifying, and even the bad ones give him some sort of satisfying link to the outside world.
Just about as high on Jake’s list of “things I really love” as movies is roughhousing. He’s an adventurer on that island – the island filled with monsters, by the way – and really enjoys a good scrum now and then. He may be a dork often settled in his room to watch nigh endless movie marathons, but he is a dork who has quite literally had to fight for his own survival. He’s familiar with the fauna on the island, both dangerous and not. He is brave after so long alone, and heads out on the island without question or concern, dual berrettas in hand.
One thing that Jake is absolutely willing to fight for are his friendships with Dirk Strider, Jane Crocker, and Roxy Lalonde. The three of thim are his absolute best chums in the entire world, and there’s not a thing that he wouldn’t do for them. Perhaps it’s how he grew up – isolated on an island filled with monsters, raised by a genius scientist of a grandmother – but he doesn’t have much trouble suspending his disbelief. If the dream bubble memory is anything to go by, he accepted the fact that Dirk and Roxy were from a dystopian future of his world and barely batted an eye as he did it. When he thought that kissing his best friend’s decapitated head was the only thing that could save his friends, he did it. (Not without hesitation – it really wasn’t how he had imagined his first kiss, but alas.)
He somehow forges a friendship with a young version of his grandmother from another timeline. He doesn’t question it and clearly doesn’t pry (it wouldn’t take too much investigation on his end to discover that the Jade he is communicating with doesn’t live in the early 1900s as he assumes), but regardless, ”[he] love[s] her anyway and [he] think[s] she's a blast.” As an aside, his friendship with Jade highlights how foresight really isn’t his strong suit: as part of a favor to her, he ends up stripping most of his devices of the uranium that powers them and having nothing to cook or store food with – and he doesn’t think to ask Jade for more. As a result, he’s left foraging ruins on the island for canned food for weeks, simply because he didn’t think ahead.
Jake is a sweet boy, earnest almost to a fault. He is quick to jump to conclusions (he makes a snap decision and ends up lunging at and attacking someone he faultily perceives as an enemy in a dream bubble), and can otherwise just be a general sort of space cadet. All three of his friends have canonly had some level of feelings for him, and he manages to densely and wordily friendzone one of them immediately after she does a poor job of denying that she feels anything for him at all.
As a final note, he has a habit of odd, slightly archaic and definitely weird speech that comes out more when he’s nervous or goofing around. He says things like “ahoy madame!” and “kicking the old bucket” and “I just had a fright!” completely seriously. Where he picked this habit up is a total mystery, but it’s not one that he’s likely to kick any time soon.
Abilities/Powers: Jake is well versed in both the usage and maintenance of firearms. Double pistols are his favorite (they just have a lot of flair to them, alright). He also has above average strength+ endurance for a teenage boy, but that’s just a result of growing up on hellmurder island. He can give and take a beating, but it’s nothing superhuman.
He is also the Page of Hope in canon, but canon has not revealed much of what that means, if it means anything at all in the context of “powers.” Regardless, he is not god-tier, so that will likely not come into play at all.
Sample Entry: Here is a brief thread! I can supply more if needed.
Sample Entry Two: Strider’s brobot had quite literally kicked his ass, and it really wasn’t fair. In every film ever,hadn’t the plucky young hero triumphed over the villainous robot at the end without fail? Where was his dramatic turn at the end of the fight? When was he going to get to push that stupid robot into a pit of fire or the ocean or whatever and let it sink while he stood triumphantly on a cliff or the lip of the volcano, glasses cracked but hair windblown?
I’m starting to think that those films have set me up with some pretty unreasonable expectations.
He groaned as he rolled over, every muscle in his body screaming in protest while he groped for a laptop. He had a billion of those fuckers; surely his skulltop was somewhere, he’d tossed it off onto the floor as he’d dragged himself home last night—
And aha! Bingo. Jake’s fingers snagged the edge of the laptop/helmet hybrid, hoisting it up onto the bed with him. He groaned a little (dramatics were just fine when there was no one around for hundreds of miles to call you out on them), rolling pitifully onto his back to slide the helmet onto his head. Neytiri never failed to soothe a rotten mood.
Contact Info: plurk @ bokononist
Other Characters Played: N/A
Preferred Apartment: None
Character Name: Jake English
Canon: MSPA: Homestuck
Canon Point: Right before ACT VI: INTERMISSION 3, as Jake is preparing to smooch Dirk's decapitated head.
Background/History: The plot overview for Homestuck here on Wikipedia is probably the most cohesive summary around for someone unfamiliar with the canon. Here is a link to Jake's history/general information specifically.
Personality: Jake English is a bit of an odd duck.
We’ll start with the most obvious. At a glance, most of Jake’s surface characteristics aren’t too out of line with most modern teenage boys: he loves movies, enjoys roughhousing, and spends a lot of time goofing off with his friends on the internet. He has a fascination with the weird (he unashamedly loves skulls, and would leap at the chance to get to explore dusty old dangerous ruins.) There remains a lot more to him than those superficial qualities, though.
Jake doesn’t just like movies—he like likes them, would probably ask them on a date and stammer as he offered them flowers if he could. His bedroom is literally wallpapered in movie posters and, off the top of his head, he can’t think of a film that he has actively disliked. This by itself says a few things about him: when Jake enjoys something, he really, unabashedly enjoys it. He is not a critic, and while I’m hesitant to say that his love of film makes him “easily pleased,” I would easily admit that he is willing to appreciate even the awful things in life. Another thing to note is that Jake has spent nearly his entire life in solitude. With the exception of his grandmother, who died when he was very young, and the friendships he has made online (some of which will be touched on more later), Jake has had no other human contact on the island that he grew up on. Films are gratifying, and even the bad ones give him some sort of satisfying link to the outside world.
Just about as high on Jake’s list of “things I really love” as movies is roughhousing. He’s an adventurer on that island – the island filled with monsters, by the way – and really enjoys a good scrum now and then. He may be a dork often settled in his room to watch nigh endless movie marathons, but he is a dork who has quite literally had to fight for his own survival. He’s familiar with the fauna on the island, both dangerous and not. He is brave after so long alone, and heads out on the island without question or concern, dual berrettas in hand.
One thing that Jake is absolutely willing to fight for are his friendships with Dirk Strider, Jane Crocker, and Roxy Lalonde. The three of thim are his absolute best chums in the entire world, and there’s not a thing that he wouldn’t do for them. Perhaps it’s how he grew up – isolated on an island filled with monsters, raised by a genius scientist of a grandmother – but he doesn’t have much trouble suspending his disbelief. If the dream bubble memory is anything to go by, he accepted the fact that Dirk and Roxy were from a dystopian future of his world and barely batted an eye as he did it. When he thought that kissing his best friend’s decapitated head was the only thing that could save his friends, he did it. (Not without hesitation – it really wasn’t how he had imagined his first kiss, but alas.)
He somehow forges a friendship with a young version of his grandmother from another timeline. He doesn’t question it and clearly doesn’t pry (it wouldn’t take too much investigation on his end to discover that the Jade he is communicating with doesn’t live in the early 1900s as he assumes), but regardless, ”[he] love[s] her anyway and [he] think[s] she's a blast.” As an aside, his friendship with Jade highlights how foresight really isn’t his strong suit: as part of a favor to her, he ends up stripping most of his devices of the uranium that powers them and having nothing to cook or store food with – and he doesn’t think to ask Jade for more. As a result, he’s left foraging ruins on the island for canned food for weeks, simply because he didn’t think ahead.
Jake is a sweet boy, earnest almost to a fault. He is quick to jump to conclusions (he makes a snap decision and ends up lunging at and attacking someone he faultily perceives as an enemy in a dream bubble), and can otherwise just be a general sort of space cadet. All three of his friends have canonly had some level of feelings for him, and he manages to densely and wordily friendzone one of them immediately after she does a poor job of denying that she feels anything for him at all.
As a final note, he has a habit of odd, slightly archaic and definitely weird speech that comes out more when he’s nervous or goofing around. He says things like “ahoy madame!” and “kicking the old bucket” and “I just had a fright!” completely seriously. Where he picked this habit up is a total mystery, but it’s not one that he’s likely to kick any time soon.
Abilities/Powers: Jake is well versed in both the usage and maintenance of firearms. Double pistols are his favorite (they just have a lot of flair to them, alright). He also has above average strength+ endurance for a teenage boy, but that’s just a result of growing up on hellmurder island. He can give and take a beating, but it’s nothing superhuman.
He is also the Page of Hope in canon, but canon has not revealed much of what that means, if it means anything at all in the context of “powers.” Regardless, he is not god-tier, so that will likely not come into play at all.
Sample Entry: Here is a brief thread! I can supply more if needed.
Sample Entry Two: Strider’s brobot had quite literally kicked his ass, and it really wasn’t fair. In every film ever,hadn’t the plucky young hero triumphed over the villainous robot at the end without fail? Where was his dramatic turn at the end of the fight? When was he going to get to push that stupid robot into a pit of fire or the ocean or whatever and let it sink while he stood triumphantly on a cliff or the lip of the volcano, glasses cracked but hair windblown?
I’m starting to think that those films have set me up with some pretty unreasonable expectations.
He groaned as he rolled over, every muscle in his body screaming in protest while he groped for a laptop. He had a billion of those fuckers; surely his skulltop was somewhere, he’d tossed it off onto the floor as he’d dragged himself home last night—
And aha! Bingo. Jake’s fingers snagged the edge of the laptop/helmet hybrid, hoisting it up onto the bed with him. He groaned a little (dramatics were just fine when there was no one around for hundreds of miles to call you out on them), rolling pitifully onto his back to slide the helmet onto his head. Neytiri never failed to soothe a rotten mood.