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Felixir · 03-03-2009, 12:30 AM

Ok, so hey! I'm Zoe, and this is a story type thing about my current school RPG character Jake Upstead. If the layout seems confusing, then basically it's split into the world from Jake's point of view (Dark Red) and the world from a third person narrative (Navy) usually about his past/parts that aren't in the RPG. The Navy won't always be in chronological order, but it will be related to the Dark Red part in that entry. Seems confusing but you'll pick it up, don't worry. Plus, don't demand for updates, chances are I'm busy, but will update every couple of weeks, and I wouldn't demand to see your character here. If Jake has met your character, chances are he'll mention them.

And We All Fall Down, Upstead Style

Summer of 2055

“Hey there, Ms Lady…”

His voice was close to silent. She couldn’t have had a chance to think, before she was swept up, inside of his chocolate brown eyes. Brooke Blackly gazed into these eyes, that seemed to unlock a thousand doors. She was lost, she was 19, she needed someone.

“Hey…” she smiled up at him. “What’s your name, then?”

“Call me Heath… since that’s my name and all,” the man smiled. “What about you?”

Brooke stared up at him, contemplating whether to reveal who she was. In the end, she figured that it would do no harm to tell a muggle. “Ah, my name is Brooke… How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m 21,” Heath smiled, sitting beside her on the cold pavement. Brooke wasn't surprised; he seemed extremely mature, though he looked incredibly young. Heath stared at the girl who was about 2 years younger, smiling, before looking out at the scene before them.

After a few minutes of silence, the silence was broken, and Brooke and Heath conversed.

She didn’t know he was a wizard, he didn’t know she was a witch, and they talked for hours, oblivious.

July of 2067

My name is Jake and this is my BOOK.

It’s not a diary, nor is it a journal, it is my BOOK.

I have always wanted to be famous, just to write a BOOK on my life.

Even if said BOOK is in journal form.

So, first thing’s first, obviously. I can’t see first things happening at any other point in a chronological scale…

I am Jacob Jakers Dale Blackly-Upstead. And I am ten-years old. I live in London with my mother. No brothers, no sisters, no father. Just my mother. We have my Grandparents living nearby, but my mother sees them more than I do.

My mother is Brooke Blackly. And my father is Heath Jakers Upstead. They never got married. I don’t think they even stayed together for much longer after I was born. My dad had some kind of… commitment issues or something. I’m not sure.

So, yeah. Jakers. That’s not really a name, but a modified name my dad had when he was born. He didn’t know his dad, either, or his mum. I think they died or something. But that was his name. He wanted to name me Jakers, but my mother argued. In fact, that was the last argument before he decided to leave. Apparently, he said I was a weird kid, but how can you tell that a kid is weird when they’re a few weeks old? Like I said, he had issues.

I went to school. A primary school. And that lasted until I’d almost turned 9. But then they asked me not to come back, and I don’t know why, but anyway, my mother kept me home for the next two years. I liked that, because she went out to work a lot, and I’d be home alone to learn from books on my own.

We’ve never been rich, but we’ve been well off. My dad sent my mum money all the time, until I turned 7, when he told her that he had other commitments. She wasn’t bothered, she didn’t even want the money, just put it in some “account” for me. Still, my mum earned a lot as well, from all the hours she dedicated to her work, and my grandparents gave us our house, all paid for, so that wasn’t a problem, either. I like money, because I like things. If something looks pretty, I want it. I love pretty things, and pretty colours. My bedroom is all sorts of colours. Purples, pinks, blues, reds, yellows, greens, oranges… I like it…

My birthday is August 31st, which automatically makes me the youngest kid in my year. It sucks, like mega sucks, but I’m also very small, so it’s not like I’m the biggest kid who can be bossed about.

I’ll bet I seem odd, don’t I? Everyone says it. Parents, teachers, doctors, people. All different kinds. But I know I’m normal. I just have… perks. And I’m not around people much, so I seem awkward.

Basically, there is nothing spectacular about me, at all. I’m normal. I’m not some royal kid, or a celebrity. I’m not magic and I’m not an athlete.

I just want people to hear my story, and read my BOOK.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,173 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	And We All Fall Down... Upstead Style - Sa13+ Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight Ok, so hey! I'm Zoe, and this is a story type thing about my current school RPG character Jake Upstead. If the layout seems confusing, then basically it's split into the world from Jake's point of view (Dark Red) and the world from a third person narrative (Navy) usually about his past/parts that aren't in the RPG. The Navy won't always be in chronological order, but it will be related to the Dark Red part in that entry. Seems confusing but you'll pick it up, don't worry. Plus, don't demand for updates, chances are I'm busy, but will update every couple of weeks, and I wouldn't demand to see your character here. If Jake has met your character, chances are he'll mention them. And We All Fall Down, Upstead Style Summer of 2055 “Hey there, Ms Lady…” His voice was close to silent. She couldn’t have had a chance to think, before she was swept up, inside of his chocolate brown eyes. Brooke Blackly gazed into these eyes, that seemed to unlock a thousand doors. She was lost, she was 19, she needed someone. “Hey…” she smiled up at him. “What’s your name, then?” “Call me Heath… since that’s my name and all,” the man smiled. “What about you?” Brooke stared up at him, contemplating whether to reveal who she was. In the end, she figured that it would do no harm to tell a muggle. “Ah, my name is Brooke… How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” “I’m 21,” Heath smiled, sitting beside her on the cold pavement. Brooke wasn't surprised; he seemed extremely mature, though he looked incredibly young. Heath stared at the girl who was about 2 years younger, smiling, before looking out at the scene before them. After a few minutes of silence, the silence was broken, and Brooke and Heath conversed. She didn’t know he was a wizard, he didn’t know she was a witch, and they talked for hours, oblivious. July of 2067 My name is Jake and this is my BOOK. It’s not a diary, nor is it a journal, it is my BOOK. I have always wanted to be famous, just to write a BOOK on my life. Even if said BOOK is in journal form. So, first thing’s first, obviously. I can’t see first things happening at any other point in a chronological scale… I am Jacob Jakers Dale Blackly-Upstead. And I am ten-years old. I live in London with my mother. No brothers, no sisters, no father. Just my mother. We have my Grandparents living nearby, but my mother sees them more than I do. My mother is Brooke Blackly. And my father is Heath Jakers Upstead. They never got married. I don’t think they even stayed together for much longer after I was born. My dad had some kind of… commitment issues or something. I’m not sure. So, yeah. Jakers. That’s not really a name, but a modified name my dad had when he was born. He didn’t know his dad, either, or his mum. I think they died or something. But that was his name. He wanted to name me Jakers, but my mother argued. In fact, that was the last argument before he decided to leave. Apparently, he said I was a weird kid, but how can you tell that a kid is weird when they’re a few weeks old? Like I said, he had issues. I went to school. A primary school. And that lasted until I’d almost turned 9. But then they asked me not to come back, and I don’t know why, but anyway, my mother kept me home for the next two years. I liked that, because she went out to work a lot, and I’d be home alone to learn from books on my own. We’ve never been rich, but we’ve been well off. My dad sent my mum money all the time, until I turned 7, when he told her that he had other commitments. She wasn’t bothered, she didn’t even want the money, just put it in some “account” for me. Still, my mum earned a lot as well, from all the hours she dedicated to her work, and my grandparents gave us our house, all paid for, so that wasn’t a problem, either. I like money, because I like things. If something looks pretty, I want it. I love pretty things, and pretty colours. My bedroom is all sorts of colours. Purples, pinks, blues, reds, yellows, greens, oranges… I like it… My birthday is August 31st, which automatically makes me the youngest kid in my year. It sucks, like mega sucks, but I’m also very small, so it’s not like I’m the biggest kid who can be bossed about. I’ll bet I seem odd, don’t I? Everyone says it. Parents, teachers, doctors, people. All different kinds. But I know I’m normal. I just have… perks. And I’m not around people much, so I seem awkward. Basically, there is nothing spectacular about me, at all. I’m normal. I’m not some royal kid, or a celebrity. I’m not magic and I’m not an athlete. I just want people to hear my story, and read my BOOK. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate! Last edited by Felixir; 03-18-2010 at 11:57 AM. Reason: called brooke a muggle* o.O and changing ages around :D*