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(( ✿ ✍ ☤ ✪ owo; ))

✿ – laugh

Most of the time he shows amusement with a smile or even a small chuckle. He giggles a lot when he’s drunk, and when he does it’s sorta quiet, his teeth bared in a stupid grin, and he seems sorta restrained in his posture: head down and neck arched, his eyes usually closed and his shoulders a little hunched, his limbs pulled in close. Full-blown laughter is incredibly rare. Short barks of laughter can range from sarcastic and cynical to just startled amusement. They’re a little more common than full-blown laughter, but rarer than chuckles. It’s only his amused laughter that he’ll smile in, the rest is just baring his teeth out of irritation or anger.

Overall, the most amusement he’ll express in day-to-day interactions is a chuckle, if that. It’s hard for him to genuinely laugh these days.

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✍ – writing style

Depends on what he’s writing. His notes are short, sweet, and to the point, though sometimes they make leaps that most people reading them wouldn’t be able to connect the train of thought. When writing about his experiences, he actually isn’t too bad of a storyteller. His handwriting itself is relatively neat, though it still sorta looks like a scrawl due to lack of proper practice.

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☤ – self care/first aid habits

J’hasi’s actually not too bad with mundane, non-magical healing. He won’t be able to help much with any sort of serious organ damage or torn muscle, but broken bones, cuts, concussions, he’s pretty good at patching up. He’s had plenty of practice, on himself and others. He’s not an expert on alchemy by any means, but he knows what plants can help with pain and what can help with healing and preventing infection, and that’s about it. He always has some sort of supplies to patch himself or others up in his pack, and if he doesn’t have them, he’s used to improvising as best as situation allows.

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✪ – favourite food/eating habits

J’hasi’s favorite meal of all time is definitely nix-hound, scrib jerky, and ash yams with plenty of sujamma. He likes it when the jerky is allowed to warm up in the juices of the nix-hound meat while it’s cooking so it’s not quite as dry. He’s also fond of a certain silver-colored fish that Sees would catch for him in Black Marsh, though he’s long forgotten the name for it.

❈ – ideal birthday

No acknowledgement of it at all, really. When he was younger (AKA before the Nerevarine prophecies completely flipped his life upside down and gave it a kick for good measure) he used to like it, though he rarely got to do anything for it after being taken from Argonia.

Nowadays though, he would much rather not have anyone know about it at all. He doesn’t like to be reminded that yet another year has passed and he hasn’t aged a day since 3E 427.

⌨ – time-wasting habits

If he’s anxious, brushing/braiding his hair. Otherwise he’ll read, sketch, and/or drink if he deems it appropriate. He gets incredibly antsy if he isn’t doing something useful, so he’ll exhaust any other options to do something helpful or productive before resorting to those options. If he hasn’t slept in a while and he feels it’s a safe enough place, he’ll nap. He’ll do pretty much anything to avoid thinking about himself or his situation, which happens when he’s allowed too much time to sit still and do nothing.

J’hasi Headcanon 001 – Black Marsh Things, Part One: Marsh-Eyes and Breathing Water

Cut since it’s kinda long.

J’hasi has a slight fear of water, despite being primarily raised in Black Marsh. He’s alright with swimming on the surface, even diving down a little, but he’s terrified of swimming in water where he can’t see the bottom, or navigating tight spaces underwater, anything that could risk drowning. He knew growing up that while he looked different from the other hatchlings in the tribe, he thought perhaps he was just a different type of Argonian. He did get teased a little for his strange appearance, but most of the time the other kids were real good about letting him play with them.

He only started to question whether he was an Argonian or not when he found out he couldn’t breathe water. The days leading up to the naming ceremony he was teased and given nicknames like ‘Shrinks-When-Wet’ and ‘Breathes-Water’ (using the word specifically for breathing through the lungs).

It only worsened his doubts about being an Argonian when Sees-In-Mist forbade him from licking the Hist sap during the naming ceremony, as they didn’t know what it would do to him. Sees knew full well J’hasi physically wasn’t Argonian, but they placated him with saying he wasn’t old enough yet, his gills hadn’t grown in just yet and until they did, he wasn’t ready to partake in the Hist. He was, however, allowed to be given a name: Marsh-Eyes.

Even after he was given his name and assured (untruthfully) that he was indeed an Argonian, J’hasi would get angry if anyone tried to tell him he wasn’t. He would fight with anyone who told him different, even biting if they insisted he wasn’t one of the People of the Root. He wouldn’t wash his ‘feathers’, allowing them to cake with mud to look more like scales, even rolling around in mud and leaves after Sees would make him wash it off. He would also smear mud into his mane and spike it up to make it look like a feathery crest.

It wasn’t until after he was kidnapped and enslaved that he realized that everyone who told him he wasn’t an Argonian had been right: he wasn’t. He was a Khajiit. He predictably didn’t take this news well, and once he was given a Khajiiti name from one of the other slaves on his first master’s plantation, he refused to respond to his marsh name, translated or not.

To this day, he’s still conflicted about whether or not to consider Marsh-Eyes his ‘real’ name or not, but as he doesn’t tell anyone that name, he feels that it’s easier (and less conspicuous) to use his Khajiiti name instead.

(( ⇅ and ✜ o: ))

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

Depends where he is? I mean, he stands up straight, head up, shoulders back and relaxed, his body at ease with his feet shoulder-width apart when he’s alone in the woods or on the road. But when he’s in a tavern full of people, or in any sort of enclosed space with people in it, his shoulders tend to hunch a little as if taking up a little less space will help his claustrophobia. He still keeps his head up, just not quite as high.

If he’s forced into interaction he’ll stand up straighter, but his knees are bent and his weight settles more on the front of his feet. He does this since if he is attacked (like he subconsciously thinks he will be), he won’t get knocked onto his ass and be at the mercy of his assailant. Interacting with friends he’ll stand up straighter and be more at ease, but he still keeps his weight over the front of his feet rather than his heels.

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

If it’s not super serious for him to remember, or he’s not trying to remember something very hard, he looks up. If he’s trying harder to remember, has a time limit or some sort of pressure to make hurry-up, or if he’s getting frustrated because he can’t remember it right away, then he looks down. So most of the time he looks up; if he looks down when you ask him which way town is, you’re most definitely lost.

(( ❖ describe their hands ❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying ))

J’hasi’s got long, thin fingers, and the muscles and tendons in them are strong and wiry. His hands look a little bony when he hasn’t been eating properly, but they’re pliable and warm. They get a little stiff and achy in the cold and tense in a slight curl when he’s anxious, but they aren’t severely impeded in either case.

His hands are also a mess of calluses and scars. Most of the calluses are on the upper part of his palms along the underside of his knuckles and the lower joints of his fingers. Most of the scars are small and superficial: little burns from magical backfires, nicks and cuts from fighting, a finger or two a little crooked from improper healing. The only major scar on them is a cut on his palm from the blood-oath he and Shadows made shortly after they were kidnapped from Black Marsh.

❞ [People always seem confused about what this symbol’s asking exactly, but gimme something J’hasi frequently says, or a quote from a book J’hasi likes! Or… answer it however you like really.]

“Kindness is not weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.”

It was something Maarzi told him when he really needed it, AKA when he was being an idiot. It’s because of this (and the swift kick in the gut that followed) that he realized that shutting off his compassion and caring for others would not solve anything, nor strengthen him. He had resolved to no longer trust people, to never again have friends, not after he had been betrayed not just once, but twice. The second friend had been so important to him that he had never dreamed that things would’ve turned out the way they did, and he never wanted to risk that ever again.

It was only after that lovely little ~~beatdown~~ discussion that he allowed himself to care about people again. Maarzi told him that he had a big heart, and that big hearts hurt easily, but they would be hurt just as much if they were sealed away entirely. As such, it’s something J’hasi doesn’t always say, but it frequently comes to mind whenever he’s struck with doubt.

((❧ and ✭?))

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

It sorta depends. If J’hasi’s found an inn or feels safe in the place he’s picked to sleep for the night, he’ll lay on his stomach, a hand under his pillow (not so much as for support, but to hold onto the dagger hidden under it). He’ll usually have his blanket laying over him so only his nose is sticking out from underneath it, since he doesn’t like the feeling of breathing hot air.

If he’s sleeping out on the road or feels a little uneasy about sleeping, he’ll usually sleep up in a tree or at the base of one, sitting upright with his hand holding onto his dagger under his blanket. Either way, if he’s woken up suddenly, he’s ready to bury a blade in the gut of whatever attacked/startled him.

My advice? Don’t wake him unless you’ve got a shield up or you’re poking him from 20 feet away.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

An item in specific would definitely be his necklace. It was a gift from his guardian Sees-In-Mist, and for years it was the only thing he had from home. Stealing that from him would end badly for the thief.

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“I’m sure that Bersi would have a map or two that he would sell.” It slowly dawned on her that this stranger might not know who Bersi is. She added, as quickly as she could, “Bersi is the owner of the general store, the Pawned Prawn, in Riften.

“I… am making my way back to Riften. Do you want to join me? I can show you where the Pawned Prawn is.”

The Khajiit’s face broke into another crooked grin.

“Considering I’m in need of a new map, I’ll have to accompany you. I’d rather not get lost twice in one day. Once is more than enough.” Not that she need know he had been lost since two days ago. He definitely needed to have a word with Markus about what maps he gave out. A brow crooked higher, his grin softening into just a quirk of a smile.

“Besides, I don’t think I would get as lucky if I asked for directions a second time. Meeting such a kind lass as yourself hasn’t happened often.” His eyes flicked back down to his map, a small grumpy frown flitting onto his face before he sighed and rolled it back up, fastening it tightly closed and tucking it into his pack. J’hasi pulled the strap back over his shoulder, grabbing his spear from where he had leaned it against his knee.

“So what’s your name?” he asked, his ears pricking as his tail slowed in a flick to curl at the tip, patiently waiting for her lead.