WEHHH I didn't see the option to send asks on your main so I'll send one here smiles. Lmk if you'd prefer replies or something else instead...
Anyways IIRC Jacob is a House courier, yes? I'd love to hear how his NCR background (especially regarding his father's death and reliance on community) affected his thoughts when siding with House...
Hello, and thank you for the prompt!
I'm very, very particular about what goes on my main blog because of either ADHD or ADD, so I try to restrict a majority of my ramble-posting to my spam blog, where such posts are plentiful already. I'd be happy to splurge about Jacob here, however, so here is what I've managed to compile from what I've already said about him in less organized places.
If I'm remembering correctly, I believe Jacob was initially an Independent Vegas courier, but when I subsequently discovered my uncouth longing for the hue-shifted, capitalistic old man, any and all ambition of having Jacob remain an Independent Vegas courier was thrown out the window; not only because I felt it better suit him as a character — what with growing up uneducated, being unable to read the room, and being relatively naïve despite his age — but because it would present an interesting political and moral dilemma upon which I can further build his character.
I'd prior reasoned that his father — or other nondescript members of his extended family / ancestors — was some kind of military veteran, given the dog tags present on his person, however I never specified whether or not the previous owner of said dog tags were either New California Republic soldiers or diplomats. It was this question that gave me cause to attempt to further distinguish his character, and so I decided that they belonged to his father, a former NCR soldier who succumbed to his battle wounds, thus leaving Jacob orphaned and without a remaining family or lineage to claim. Both the political polarity between he and an individual like Mr. House, as well as the kinship they may develop from both having experienced orphanage or homelessness, I felt, was the best direction to take to better develop Jacob, to explore the tension that may be born from he and Mr. House's opposing ideologies, were Jacob to side with Mr. House.
Not only does it go against the grain of the patriotic political views Jacob grew to adopt over his childhood and teenage years, forcing him to confront and challenge those biases in the face of an individual who views the game of politics under a very different light than him, but it also presents external conflict with regard to some of the tasks Mr. House might ask of him; I.E. destabilizing the NCR's political influence over the region, killing General Lee Oliver... so on and so forth. Accordingly, I imagine Jacob might get defensive over the prospects of being required to betray his ideals, therefore resulting in Jacob developing a form of identity crisis when confronted with the reality that his personal ideals can so easily be disposed of or disregarded by others.
And because Jacob is so naïve, and given Mr. House knows this about him, he's easily molded into the employee Mr. House wishes him to be due to the fact that he is already so taken by his employer's charisma. When observed under a different light, he is a personification of pre-War capitalistic ideals; blind, indulgent consumerism with no true grasp of the accompanying consequences. Jacob holds the past close to his chest (his father's dog tags) because it is all he has of value or unique distinction to allow to mesh into his person; as does Mr. House, with his idealistic vision for New Vegas. His ignorance is not all bad, as he is kind to those around him, and tries to avoid confrontation, but when his ignorance instructs him to violate his own ideals, that is where problems begin to prop up.
Jacob has problems! And so I saw it to be more realistic to give him additional issues, what with everything the courier endures throughout the vanilla game already. I want to elaborate more, but I'm suffering from influenza right now. So take this... my five hundred cents...