[text to Schwarzy JR]: Atlas, tell me, do you lift?[text to Schwarzy JR]: No, I mean- You have nice arms so-[text to Schwarzy JR]: NO FORGET THIS IT CAME OUT WRONG-[text to Schwarzy JR]: Ugh, please tell me your training regiment, I need to get back in shape maybe you could help? That’s what I wanted to say.
[text to Schwarzy JR]: u still hav nice abs tho lukas luv emdftrfùgfhtjykjgf[text to Schwarzy JR]: IGNORE THAT LAST TEXT PYTHON WAS MESSING WITH MY PHONE HAHA
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( Since I got 2 “family” ones, I’ll split it up into past & future family hcs -wiggle eyebrows- )
Past family time! (aka Jesse’s parents and where he came from)
I… might’ve gone a little overboard/rambly (but this is normal for me, haha).
TL;DR— the sense of “family” by any normal means is no total mystery to him, but he doesn’t feel that obligation to always stick with them if he didn’t like it. He doesn’t prefer his past family… very much. (Now if he were to have his own family, that’d probably be a different matter entirely.)
Jesse was born and raised in a slightly rich neighbourhood, his father very recently got his own estate out in the outskirts of one of Zofia’s cities — except they were at the very bottom of the noble ladder. His father was a master architect and teaches others how to do construction work using the stars as a guide to building places/temples/roads/etc. Before him, Jesse’s grandfather was an ol’ townie carpenter who just wanted to build shelters for his friends to have roofs over their heads and live cozily (but he did get calls to help build more shelters elsewhere and his handiwork spread despite being a commoner). Jesse’s father pushed and took it a step further to have a more ‘social” life closer to the royal circles, so he learned to read and write from a very young age, taught himself to read silently (as was the show of “intelligence” in the middle ages, usually among the aristocracy). Before he was even twelve (usually the age boys become apprentices), he got his education in architecture and astronomy from a semi-poor school, the rest of his lessons were self-taught by “borrowed” books from the royal libraries to further his learning.
Jesse’s mother came from a similar low ranking noble house as a pedigree match — her family were more about tailoring fashionable clothes for the servants/knights/maids and assisting in libraries at castles. The library was initially where she met his father, and they were soon wed for having similar life goals and their careers worked well together as a pair.
As young as Jesse could remember, his parents were pressuring him to work on his studies, to read, to write, to interact with specific people (to gain favorability) and to be on his best behaviour around the higher nobility. His parents wanted to climb higher on the ladder to get a better house, better pay, to be served. At first, they didn’t know what they wanted their son to pursue — become a knight as a “quick way” to climb that ladder, or be in his father’s footsteps as an architect and work harder to be recognized as a royal builder. During all this, Jesse grew to become more fed up with curfews to be home by 4, two hours before supper at 6; fed up with constant studying when he wanted his free time; fed up with his parents’ bipolar superiority and suck-up attitudes depending on the people they’re around; fed up with trying to be a people pleaser at social events; fed up of being ordered he shouldn’t talk to his new buddy he made the day before.
Aside from the family drama, his parents spoiled Jesse by taking him to horse shows, cross-country tourisms, watch theatre in the town square (an interest both his parents loved, but Jesse loathed sitting for seemingly nine hours of). Was only allowed a toy sword (that broke) and a splitting axe (which he found he didn’t like using that much, even to chop firewood). Only thing holding them back from going all out was they weren’t very wealthy, which they hope to change to be more extravangant like their neighbors. Eating meals at restaurants and good taverns (Jesse’s favourite places to eat even with stuffy “manners” at some) were far different than very particular meals at home—far too many sweets and little meat without some sort of sweetened seasoning.
By roughly age fourteen, he’d come home late often, sometimes so late he wouldn’t show until the next morning for breakfast (began to prefer sleeping in stables or up in trees - he grew to enjoy that lifestyle compared to sleeping in his stuffy, boring bedchamber with only two windows). Jesse wanted to lead his own life, not follow anyone or have them decide for him. His adventurous habits to be free grew every year until one day he finally noticed there was a young light brown-haired boy in his parent’s estate whom he assumed to be their servant (from how quiet and mute he seemed, like following everything his parents told him to do). After a really bad fight, he finally left with a final goodbye letter and never wished to look back, wishing to not cause any more grievances.
It isn’t until some time post war when he reluctantly returns to visit his birthplace that Jesse realizes that boy was no servant but his actual little brother he somehow missed arriving for a good few years. By the time he sees him again, though, that boy would be pretty distant from Jesse with distaste towards him — as far as his brother’s concerned, Jesse unofficially disowned himself from that family so now that boy was raised to inherit everything and he’s accepted that. He’s become an apprentice of a royal architect who may be guaranteed a job at building new royal castles/manors/estates, which was exactly what their father was achieving for.
Although he is technically Zofian, Jesse doesn’t… consider himself one. His identity would be a free man with no obligation to anything—he’s a free bird who wishes to lead his own life (solo or with a flock, the latter is preferable because who doesn’t love company?). Unfortunately, some traits/habits had been ingrained into him and Jesse’s been working hard to break out of those (or hide them as best as he could) because then they’re very obvious signs of coming from some sort of nobility.
For one, he can read but doesn’t write as well since he skipped out on most of his studies, his academics fell behind in that area. When his own mercenary kingdom comes around, he vastly improves his writing with the aid of others (his atrocious messy handwriting becoming… less so but still messy). His table manners aren’t very telling either, but there’s a distinctive “regal” air to it with how he handles the utensils and eating with his mouth shut (unless he’s talking). Many might pass up as him trying to mimic a king for his own country, though.
He notices all of these little things (as far as he’s aware of) in himself and has come up with excuses for them on why he’s got xyz habit or abc trait similar to nobles.
Most glaring Zofian trait: he loves his leisure, loves it too much to be Rigelian or… just… not be Zofian of origin. But he’s far from lazy when he wants to be. He enjoys having something to do with his life apart from pure entertainment and just being served everything.
@omnibvs liked for a summer starter Despite the fact that Deen had become so accustomed to weather in the desert, the beach was hot, to say the least. Deen, once again, had retreated to the shade with a cup of water. He wasn't about to pour the cup on his head like some others were doing, but gods did he feel the urge... Until once again someone was approaching him. "Ah. Is there anything you need?" He crossed his arms.
“Yer quite the beefcake, aren’t ya?” He was sure that the guy could smash his skull with his pecs if he really wanted to. Dear gods he was giant. Impressive, really. He himself never wanted to be that giant though; too much upkeep to maintain that size. Think of all the meals he’d have to eat, all teh extra exercise he would partake in. No thank you. “So, you’re from that Celica girl’s gang, right?”
"Hey, hey, hey, happy Father's Day, Saber! Y'barely look a day over twenty-five. Thanks for babysittin' the army for us - We really appreciate it!" Alongside Atlas' honeyed words, he produces a small bundle of crudely-picked flowers. It's the thought that counts.
he was about to cut off the villager’s words with his sword before atlas shows a small bouquet, grip choking the yellow-green stems that curled around his fingers. saber wasn’t one for gratitude – even less for the act of talking itself – but as he takes the flowers from the other, he figured it wasn’t so bad after all to get to know his crew.
his crew. he used to refer to them as these random bunch of people celica recruited because of charisma. guess things can change after all.
“ this gift’s uncalled for… but thanks. you’re not such a bad guy, atlas. ”
[ probably has a gf already cuz he’s buff ] – look, i get that u worry about ur siblings
[ probably has a gf already cuz he’s buff ] – i asked abt u and heard that ur responsible for the lil ones @ home
[ probably has a gf already cuz he’s buff ] – tbh?? this is probably how my big sis felt
[ probably has a gf already cuz he’s buff ] – she fussed over me a lot too
[ probably has a gf already cuz he’s buff ] – but as a little sister myself, can i put a word in for ur siblings?
[ probably has a gf already cuz he’s buff ] – the y don’t want u to worry like this. it drove me nuts seeing my sister let her worries for me interfere with her daily life
[ probably has a gf already cuz he’s buff ] – it made me wish i wasn’t a burden
[ probably has a gf already cuz he’s buff ] – ur siblings probably feel this way. they want you to succeed. not to worry about that.
[ probably has a gf already cuz he’s buff ] – IT’S OKAY TO BE SELFISH.
ok,,,, , ok you are by far the best celica i have seen in all my years of playing echoes / gaiden ,, , you're one of those people who just breathe life into their character and make them feel so real ?? ? how do u do that. you are amazing and i love each hand every thing u do with your character. i'm really blessed to know someone as great as u, so keep up the great work !!
1-800-what do you guys see in me | accepting!
yo,,,, I’m so touched ??? ajfdhkfa I’m so undeserving of your praise but this means so much to me !! Believe me I’m the blessed one here, you’re the amazing one !
