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ø - eyes, ☂ - sadness
Eyes
His eyes can show much of his emotion and what he's feeling, even if he chooses to not express it. In color, they are a dark greenish blue. When troubled, he will keep them distracted, often looking at his surroundings for an object of interest to stare at. He often reads books he finds along the shelves in the city, though most are of propaganda and historical events, he still likes to sate his curiosity.
Sadness
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Voice
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Sadness
No matter how much he puffs himself to be strong or courageous, Jack is still a youngster, a boy still trying to prove himself a strong man with nothing but bravery and self-assurance. But even then, he is susceptible to deep-minded pains. He refuses to let people see him sad or even close to gloomy, and it can be very noticeable since it differs from his usual can-do attitude at most times. He will often find the furthest point in the room to sit and sulk, never one to openly speak of what ails his mind. He will sulk in private, but if he happens to be near others when his mood takes a sudden turn for the worst, he will become very reserved and quiet.
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Voice
I never quite imagine his voice to be very deep, and given some ideas via friends, this is essentially what his voice would sound like. Given time spent in Rapture shouting at splicers, it will become more gravelly, as expected.
Sleeping Habits
In the dead of night when an individual as at their most vulnerable point, Jack is no exception to this. Even if he acts like an arrogant fool and recklessly throws himself in danger, when he is alone or trying to sleep, he will often succumb to the loud and sometimes racing thoughts in his head. He has a great deal of trouble falling asleep, and when he is able to finally dream, he has memories of events he now questions on which are real or not. His sleep can leave him more exhausted than if he'd gone without, but every so often, he finds spots along the insides of walls to nap in.
Self care/first aid habits
He knows only basics of first aid from following pictures and instructions along the insides of the kits, often tending to major cuts and scrapes with them. He has trouble wrapping bandages up because he will often mistakenly end up wrapping them too tight, then unraveling them to redo the job. However, he can be quite squeamish about deeper wounds and injuries, causing him to either try and ignore them until the pain becomes unbearable or he lets Tenenbaum have a look.
Quote: "To watch is not to love." -Jung
In his normal spot along the wall of the safe house, Jack's gaze was absentmindedly fixated on the girls' drawings that covered the colorful table, the papers scattered along the area with crayon marks all over them. He wondered many things at this sitting spot, the old and worn mattress he had woken up from all those weeks ago.
On the rare moments like this that he had time to himself to just sit and think, contemplations stirred.
He saved them, at least eight so far, but did he do this just because Tenenbaum asked? Had he actually managed to care for theses children as a parental figure, or was he just pitying them for the comparable lives they lead? His expression hardened into a sour look, his legs crossing on the bed as a form of closing himself off to the rest of the welcoming room.
Eyes now examined his wrists, the black chain links that branded him. A man? A slave? Just who did he really answer to?
He broke his stare to glance over at the table once more, only to see one of the girls standing in front of him with a sheet of paper in hand. A small smile spread along her face as she turned the page over, a crayon version of Jack and holding the hand of one of the Little Sisters.
"Oh....Thank you."
Maybe he still needed time to think, but over-thinking was becoming his master as well.
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⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
[[ Jack is a pacer. He'll pace when he's stumped on something or if he can't sleep, thinking that burning off the restlessness will do the trick. He hates that he does this, so when he catches himself walking aimlessly around a room, he'll sit down and end up tapping his foot on the floor instead. ]]
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❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying
I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it. ~Edgar Allan Poe
It ain’t what they call you, it’s what you answer to. ~W.C. Fields
I quit being afraid when my first venture failed and the sky didn’t fall down. ~Allen H. Neuharth
[[ There are several quotes that fit him, so I threw out three that really stand out to me. His self-confidence is not only seen as foolish, but perhaps it’s something he uses to convince himself as well after finding out all the hidden truths about his life. ]]
❤ describe how they show affection.
[[ In regards to what his fabricated memories entailed, he had been popular with the girls in school and dated several, while in reality, he has no idea how to handle such things. Due to this, he thinks that if that sort of charm was false, then maybe he really doesn’t have that. He may exude a lot of charisma, but it’s simply a cover of his more fragile, shy, and weaker self. There would be no doubt that he would be a big bundle of nerves at first. ]]
worldwalkingcharmer replied to your photo “[[ There you go. Hope you like although i think i screwed up his legs...”
[jack u so built]
[[ my hc, or at least what i know of science-bred super soldier story lines AND the audio diary about him, he's meant to be in top physical condition for his age. HOWEVER I do stress that given the fact that proper nutrients, food, and exercise are all lacking severely in Rapture at his arrival, he's gotten scrawny. He's no Swoll Patrol but he's cut because of this. ]]
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Send ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon.
Eyes are indeed a highly attractive quality, but hips can keep him just as interested. Jack loves the curves on a woman, and hips are equally as nice as eyes. Though his falsified memories made him think he had past loves, he could recall them all being of similar structure and curvature. If anything good came from those memories, it was one of those details.
Send ␛ for an ANGER headcanon.
Jack's temper can be explosive and furious, but it lasts only a short while. He often can lose his head if he's been rattled enough. He may throw or break things out of rage, usually ending up with him storming off in an attempt to settle down. He can become easily offended by anyone who speaks doubts of his skills in combat or talks negatively of the girls he saved, but the most effective way to make him angry is to try and see what makes him tick, as he knows so little of himself as it is and it is just as evasive to him as it would be to the one asking.
Send ϡ for a MENTAL STATE headcanon.
An insecure individual at best, Jack attempts to hide his nerves and faults through tough talk and boasting. He finds himself to be more of his own worst enemy and uses this bragging to either convince others of his skill, or himself. When Atlas would contact him through the radio, his spirits had lifted ten-fold due to the praise he'd receive from his guide. However, once his guide turned out to be a fraud, his doubts of himself grew. There are even times where he sits alone in the quietest corners of the city just thinking to himself and hoping that the radio would have someone else chime through.
