Taiyo Tatsuya
Mar 2, 2019 19:17:35 GMT -8
Post by Saint Judas on Mar 2, 2019 19:17:35 GMT -8
Trainer Profile
Character Name: Taiyo Yasuo Tatsuya
Nicknames: Tai/Ty, Yo, Yo-Yo
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Trainer Class: Ranger
Birthday: January 7th, Year 163
Astrological Signs: Maredemilo the Milotic, Year of the Magmar
Alignment: True Neutral
Religion: Shares some beliefs with Jagravanism but not an active follower
Ethnicity: Mezaotoan
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 174 lbs
{Hair Color & Style} If personal health and care matter deeply to Taiyo, it shows in his hair. Long and silken strands shine softly with care, a natural slight bounce and wave to them only help to accentuate this as murkrow-black locks fall easily to his waist if not slightly lower when let loose and free. Though it has been trimmed on occasion to keep from gathering split ends, his hair has otherwise been untouched by any instrument of cutting, cleansed with simple but effective products to maintain it's smooth texture, flowing like water down his spine, easily drifting with every breath of wind, and soft to the touch.
Thick and always well brushed, in the back it is usually gathered only into a high ponytail with a ribbon-cloth, though when pressed for time Taiyo will gather it back in a quick and loose low one with one of black hair-ties that he always keeps on hand. Braids will sometimes also gather his hair, though unless any formal or important occasion calls for it he usually will not bother styling it any further then thus, often letting locks drift free and fall past on either side of his visage and bangs sweep across his features, his natural part on the left and his right eye sometimes partially hidden beneath dark hair when he doesn't bother to brush it aside, though he isn't afraid to pin it back when he feels it is too much of a bother or when the wind ruffles it and blows it past too much.
Thick and always well brushed, in the back it is usually gathered only into a high ponytail with a ribbon-cloth, though when pressed for time Taiyo will gather it back in a quick and loose low one with one of black hair-ties that he always keeps on hand. Braids will sometimes also gather his hair, though unless any formal or important occasion calls for it he usually will not bother styling it any further then thus, often letting locks drift free and fall past on either side of his visage and bangs sweep across his features, his natural part on the left and his right eye sometimes partially hidden beneath dark hair when he doesn't bother to brush it aside, though he isn't afraid to pin it back when he feels it is too much of a bother or when the wind ruffles it and blows it past too much.
{Eyes} Steely grey-green irises are set with narrow almond-shaped eyes, seemingly half-lidded or squinted slightly even in their natural resting state and slanted inwards towards the low sloping bridge of Taiyo's nose. Sharp and seemingly always crystal clear and focused intently on whatever they look at, the color of his gaze tends to flash as he glances around, a seeming instinct making him always examine his surroundings or a new person quickly upon introduction, and habitually he seems to scan his environment every so often even when familiar or comfortable with it, seemingly always alert and prepared, always taking in the details and storing away mental notes of every thing he sees.
Taiyo has been told his eyes are beautiful but inscrutable. Up close a faint ring of darker and vivid green rings his pupil, and the slant of his gaze is further accentuated by long midnight lashes and the high set of his cheekbones mirrored by the thin and naturally finely shaped curve of his brows. Bright and vividly in the moment, there is a certain presence to them, and their color, upon further study, like a storm over the grasslands, yet so hard to reach. It is not quite that his gaze is cold that makes them difficult to read, though certainly they are capable of such, tending to fix and hold the gaze of another directly and fixedly, like the unwavering points of daggers, but in light conversation or pleasant times they can be quite warm as well. Yet even when friendly, they are never open, never inviting, and it's difficult if not impossible it seems to tell what he's thinking, what he's feeling, looking into those shuttered windows.
Taiyo has been told his eyes are beautiful but inscrutable. Up close a faint ring of darker and vivid green rings his pupil, and the slant of his gaze is further accentuated by long midnight lashes and the high set of his cheekbones mirrored by the thin and naturally finely shaped curve of his brows. Bright and vividly in the moment, there is a certain presence to them, and their color, upon further study, like a storm over the grasslands, yet so hard to reach. It is not quite that his gaze is cold that makes them difficult to read, though certainly they are capable of such, tending to fix and hold the gaze of another directly and fixedly, like the unwavering points of daggers, but in light conversation or pleasant times they can be quite warm as well. Yet even when friendly, they are never open, never inviting, and it's difficult if not impossible it seems to tell what he's thinking, what he's feeling, looking into those shuttered windows.
{Clothing/Accessories} Despite taking painstaking care to his health and body, Taiyo will quickly show in his manner of dress that how he looks is of minimal actual concern or care to him. No tool of makeup has ever touched his skin, and he remains yet unmarked by piercing or ink of any kind or in any place, his adornments kept minimal or gone without all together. No matter the season one will find Taiyo dresses utilitarian, choosing simple but effective clothing rather then care about any sort of nonsense social construct like fashion or style. He seeks really only to find what will assist him most in his life and business, his clothing generally of dull colors (nearly always the browns and greens of the forest with only the occasional greyed blue or muddied red) or blacks and greys that don't stand to attract the eye in the wilderness as much and tough woven cloth, perhaps rough and not particularly pleasing to the touch or eye but far better at resisting the elements or wear and tear from an active life that often takes him outside the comforts of city limits.
In following with this, one will find that Taiyo's apparel almost always is easy to move around in as well. In any climate he keeps to pants, uniform or otherwise cargo with pockets to store away important items and leave them within reach, and long enough to protect his legs whilst remaining loose enough to allow freedom of movement and not overheat him. Leather hiking books, long broken in and worn, mold comfortably to his feet and bear the marks of use in their scuffed laces and permanently creased bends, their polished black almost always dulled by dirt, mud, and the remnants of plants that were crushed underfoot. Gloves in softer leather share much the same story, a once rich dark brown now bleached by the sun and stained by dirt, nearly always covering his hands. Leather belts cinch above his waist with the trappings of any trainer, loops for pokeballs and pouched for further item storage, and a water-skin for when he travels beyond easy sources of water, though he keeps also a steel bottle as backup. A scuffed and sometimes rather shapeless soft leather bag hangs over one shoulder and across his chest and back to hold what couldn't fit in a pouch or pocket behind him, cutting diagonally across his back and hugging close to his body to keep from interfering too much with any movement.
In the seasons of warmth, there is rarely much more to it beyond that. A slim sleeveless shirt will generally grace the upper half of his body, generally either tight to his form or at least leaving little extra room, and rarely Taiyo might don a rice hat if out in the open where the sun might dazzle his eyes too much to be efficient. In the seasons of cold Taiyo will double and redouble his layers, often adding sweat-pants underneath his normal attire and switching to long sleeves exclusively, shifting to thicker cloth, then sweaters and turtlenecks, and then adding atop jackets or coats of rough sturdy fabric and bulk. High collars, thick cuffs, and often more pockets are what he aims for, and heavy scarfs will quickly come to adorn his neck, usually infinity ones to avoid trailing arms, though he tends to avoid hoods, opting instead for more layers and if necessary, muffs and beanies.
In following with this, one will find that Taiyo's apparel almost always is easy to move around in as well. In any climate he keeps to pants, uniform or otherwise cargo with pockets to store away important items and leave them within reach, and long enough to protect his legs whilst remaining loose enough to allow freedom of movement and not overheat him. Leather hiking books, long broken in and worn, mold comfortably to his feet and bear the marks of use in their scuffed laces and permanently creased bends, their polished black almost always dulled by dirt, mud, and the remnants of plants that were crushed underfoot. Gloves in softer leather share much the same story, a once rich dark brown now bleached by the sun and stained by dirt, nearly always covering his hands. Leather belts cinch above his waist with the trappings of any trainer, loops for pokeballs and pouched for further item storage, and a water-skin for when he travels beyond easy sources of water, though he keeps also a steel bottle as backup. A scuffed and sometimes rather shapeless soft leather bag hangs over one shoulder and across his chest and back to hold what couldn't fit in a pouch or pocket behind him, cutting diagonally across his back and hugging close to his body to keep from interfering too much with any movement.
In the seasons of warmth, there is rarely much more to it beyond that. A slim sleeveless shirt will generally grace the upper half of his body, generally either tight to his form or at least leaving little extra room, and rarely Taiyo might don a rice hat if out in the open where the sun might dazzle his eyes too much to be efficient. In the seasons of cold Taiyo will double and redouble his layers, often adding sweat-pants underneath his normal attire and switching to long sleeves exclusively, shifting to thicker cloth, then sweaters and turtlenecks, and then adding atop jackets or coats of rough sturdy fabric and bulk. High collars, thick cuffs, and often more pockets are what he aims for, and heavy scarfs will quickly come to adorn his neck, usually infinity ones to avoid trailing arms, though he tends to avoid hoods, opting instead for more layers and if necessary, muffs and beanies.
{General Appearance} Of decided strong Mezaotoan descent, Taiyo has many of the notable traits, giving him an odd contrast between the appearance of one seemingly hardened by the wilderness and well accustomed with the worst of weathering and the elements, and one of good blood and fine elegant features. Naturally his skin is a tan with warm undertones, this is only furthered accentuated by the kiss of the sun darkening him a few shades further. With the slant of his eyes comes also the slight narrow of their lids and crinkle at the edge of almond shaped curves. Dark brows are thick and stern, often creased slightly together in a seeming natural expression of annoyance or concentration. A soft sloping bridge leads to a pointed and slightly small nose. Underneath, lips are a paler tan blushed with pink, thin but filled with a curve for what is there. High bronzed cheekbones and brows show the sharp structure of the skull underneath, the edge of his jaw that would further this obscured by rough facial hair. Kept trimmed neat and close, it covers still an entire outline of his mandible, starting at the base of his jaw and tracing a line along the slant to his chin, a neat tinned mustache curving down but not meeting with this close cropped beard. Ever so slightly squared off ears hug close to his head and curve only outwards at their arch, and they, as well as all of his skin, remain unmarked by piercing.
Furthermore, Taiyo's bronzed skin is rough, glowing with health, but long exposed to the elements and far too familiar with being out in the wilderness for years on end now. Tough and thick now, numerous small scars mark it, arms and hands especially bearing numerous pink and silvery lines mostly long faded over and almost entirely healed, though they also mark the rest of his skin too. Common signs of anyone who spends much time among pokemon and the wilds though none are particularly notable, just a few slightly more poignant about the backsides of his hands.
Another common sign of one used to being outdoors much beyond his scars and the tan of his thick hide, is Taiyo's overall build. While perhaps not particularly notable in the size of his frame, standing five and eight by feet and inches, he marks the taller side but not by any impressive or worthwhile amount. Nor is he particularly hulking, his bone structure more towards long limbs and a lean, but overall rather average, making. What helps this though is the muscle built on, hard packed well toned. While not particularly built onto or packed in, for certainly he is no body builder or weight-lifter, an even spread of definition is also not subtle or minor, clearly indicating an active and hard-lifestyle that is more then accustomed to long hours of hiking. Firm thighs and calves are no strangers to running, and while more of an athlete then a strong-man, he is not to be underestimated in any manner, still quite in shape and slow to tire from anything.
This diligent form and maintenance of his physical conditioning and shape perhaps also shows in Taiyo's mannerisms. Comfortable in his own body, he doesn't use a lot of excess movements, tending to speak little and offer little in terms of body-language beyond professionalism and distance focused more on work or other matters then conversations and people. But he moves with a certain precision and grace, his steps sure and firm, his balance centered and his awareness keen. He knows exactly where each part of himself is and how he is moving, and he bears no shame or doubt of his body, at home with himself and familiar with every physical part as he is with every mental part. Even speaking, his stone is steady and even, controlled, and naturally tending to be always serious but also always very calm and firm in his own assurance of what he intends to say. He may not be very expressive, but his smiles, if often on the thin side, are soft, and his scowls rarely more then a common creasing of brows met by a downward turn of lips, the latter seeming to speak far more then the physical look holds alone. Even his blinks are infrequent, but often slow, almost concentrated, as though every action were thoughtfully conducted.
Furthermore, Taiyo's bronzed skin is rough, glowing with health, but long exposed to the elements and far too familiar with being out in the wilderness for years on end now. Tough and thick now, numerous small scars mark it, arms and hands especially bearing numerous pink and silvery lines mostly long faded over and almost entirely healed, though they also mark the rest of his skin too. Common signs of anyone who spends much time among pokemon and the wilds though none are particularly notable, just a few slightly more poignant about the backsides of his hands.
Another common sign of one used to being outdoors much beyond his scars and the tan of his thick hide, is Taiyo's overall build. While perhaps not particularly notable in the size of his frame, standing five and eight by feet and inches, he marks the taller side but not by any impressive or worthwhile amount. Nor is he particularly hulking, his bone structure more towards long limbs and a lean, but overall rather average, making. What helps this though is the muscle built on, hard packed well toned. While not particularly built onto or packed in, for certainly he is no body builder or weight-lifter, an even spread of definition is also not subtle or minor, clearly indicating an active and hard-lifestyle that is more then accustomed to long hours of hiking. Firm thighs and calves are no strangers to running, and while more of an athlete then a strong-man, he is not to be underestimated in any manner, still quite in shape and slow to tire from anything.
This diligent form and maintenance of his physical conditioning and shape perhaps also shows in Taiyo's mannerisms. Comfortable in his own body, he doesn't use a lot of excess movements, tending to speak little and offer little in terms of body-language beyond professionalism and distance focused more on work or other matters then conversations and people. But he moves with a certain precision and grace, his steps sure and firm, his balance centered and his awareness keen. He knows exactly where each part of himself is and how he is moving, and he bears no shame or doubt of his body, at home with himself and familiar with every physical part as he is with every mental part. Even speaking, his stone is steady and even, controlled, and naturally tending to be always serious but also always very calm and firm in his own assurance of what he intends to say. He may not be very expressive, but his smiles, if often on the thin side, are soft, and his scowls rarely more then a common creasing of brows met by a downward turn of lips, the latter seeming to speak far more then the physical look holds alone. Even his blinks are infrequent, but often slow, almost concentrated, as though every action were thoughtfully conducted.
Hometown: Scurarte Town, East Godai
{Personality} Taiyo is a man of constant, if steady and paced, self-improvement. He takes in life at his own pace largely, and is content with that, leaving ambition to the foolish and bravado to the rash. Most if not all things in life, can be accomplished with time, hard-work, and patience is his belief. While certainly he does not physically move any slower, nor fail to make the snap decisions in moments of absolute need, when the matter before him or the goals ahead do not demand immediate instinctual action, he will consider it carefully instead. To stifle a candle too much is to watch it dwindle and snuff largely unused, but there is little point also in attempting to burn both ends when one will provide plenty of light, beyond merely to shorten the time it remains there. Instead Taiyo would chose to take his life steadily, using it to it's maximum to achieve as much as possible, and yet do it as well as possible, preferring that he might do all that he can as well as he can then to take bigger bites then he can chew and instead have only to look back on unfinished works, failed ventures, and ill-planned events.
This sort of view on how Taiyo believes his life should be lived has led him to be self-reflective and self-aware. While he was never one to tempt fate and race through his own mortality, what martial arts, ninja training, and long years of study and schooling have not already tempered, now age and maturity have helped forge and finish. Confident and assured, Taiyo knows exactly what he is capable of and how far he can go, and doesn't fear or hesitate to use all his abilities in the reaching of an objective, be it a long-term goal or a short-term action. He holds no regrets and no trepidation within himself, at ease with who he is and what he has done in the whole, both his moments of triumph and his moments of failure or shame. Indeed his confidence stems not only from his awareness of his strengths, but of his weaknesses as well, a matter that to him is almost more critical. His limits, his flaws, and his short-comings are all things he is acutely aware of, things he makes sure he is aware of, and that he takes in full, owning up to where he falls short.
This objective view does not limit itself to Taiyo either, and while he is no great reader of others intentions or means, he is perceptive in his own way. A calm mind and demeanor aide itself towards picking out and defining the strengths and weaknesses of those around him, especially in relation to work and potential in the field, person or pokemon. While lacking perhaps the glowing charisma of a leader, Taiyo knows how to best to try and utilize the stronger aspects of those around him, a strategic mind having in the past proved very effective towards planning both his actions as well as the battles of pokemon and the coordination of people within a group.
If asked, this would be Taiyo's greatest strength to himself. His intelligence, sense of control, and more then that, his steady unflinching reason and logic. He has both the resolve needed to keep himself from rushing into things and the clear mind that can examine and pick apart situations. Which is not to say that Taiyo is a cold and machine-like man either, far more comfortable and accustomed to the warmth and wilds of nature then the mechanical minds of computers and exact dimensions of man-made devices and structures. He may not be very emotional, but he is not an isolated man either, simply one who is as comfortable being alone as with others and one who prizes work and efficiency over the easy or ignorant route.
One may never see more then a faint smile or hear more then a faint laugh from Taiyo, but certainly those at least he offers freely and in good nature. Raised with some formality, he is polite and respectful, even in casual settings, and has a grace about him of good manners that seem to come naturally. He doesn't particularly make any strong efforts at making friends, but certainly never tries to repel them either, making of each situation exactly what it feels like to him, extending good will when appropriate or when offered it first, and keeping only to a steady wariness when met instead with more heavy or less open greeting. He's direct in his ways, focusing less on casual manners and side things then getting straight to the point, and while he'll go through formalities with others, in conversation and in action both he tends to cut straight to the point most times. When he is most content is when nothing is expected of him but simply to accomplish his current job or goal, and when others are amiable to the same cause without distractions.
In this manner Taiyo is an honest man, finding little time or reason for lies when so often they only make the situation longer and more complicated. Something of an older relic of respect lingers about him, a formality that tends to prelude his actions and a bluntness that doesn't hide or attempt to diminish what is real. To this end in fact, he would rather be blunt then sugar coat things, and if his honesty is a virtue in some manners, it is just as easily a flaw, hiding nothing, even among those he carries respect and friendship towards. He may not volunteer up secrets, but if it comes to the line he won't cover for another's bluff. If anything, he has a particular knack for spotting when others are being less then truthful, and while he respects their right to speak what they will, he is a hard man to con and an unforgiving one to those would would try to feed him falsehoods.
Taiyo's right to personal will extends to all things really though, not just lies and truth. An independent man himself, for his stern nature he is tolerant and respectful in almost all ways to the rights and space of each individual person. Everyone is different, to expect them all to fall into an ideal would be foolish and stupid after all. His time is far better spent accepting and working with it then trying to work around or force the issue in his opinion. But to that end, while his job and life may both be ones that often interfere with others in means to benefit them, Taiyo will not help those who won't help themselves either. If his strength is finding the virtues of others and trying to use it, he finds it poorly put to use attempting to bring out the best in those who simply do not want to try. He is patient, yes, but will not pursue with his effort working with those who believe themselves so incapable they will not try, and while he can seem to bear high standards, in the end he expects only effort and to work from that.
For all that Taiyo will let go though, he is not a man to forget. Forgiving, even in the smallest of manners, is a rare act for him. Be it those close to him or enemies, be it a breach of trust or simply an act of bad character, he remembers what has been done, and though he acknowledges people change, he lives by caution first. Even a redeemed man should be acknowledged for what he has been redeemed from, if perhaps no longer held by that alone. And once someone has proved weak to him once, there is always a silent expectation that they might again, his person being one that knows how often humans and pokemon both are ritual to old habits.
If Taiyo were to define his greatness weakness, it would be the very independence he also prides himself on. Where he knows how to live on his own and needs no help or comfort of others to get by, he also often refuses to do so even when it might be to his advantage. In conversation he lacks tact, in social circumstances he does not aim to make friends or contacts, and when in dire situations, he is reluctant to ask upon others. He is not a man to give his trust easily, even to his own pokemon, though he willing to give them the confidence in their abilities in their own battles, he does not ask them to fight his battles. Knowing his strengths and limitations doesn't always stop him from pushing them either, especially when he is not at his fullest. Patient though he may be, being put out of commission or suffering through sickness and injury tend to agitate him. And if he should always look before he leaps and takes the quickest way across, often he will miss opportunities that boldness and a sense of adventure could get him. A lack of ambition may be partially rectified by a need for self-improvement, but the need to be better is not quite met in the same way as it could with a more passionate spirit.
But perhaps to Taiyo, those are acceptable faults. In the end he doesn't ask nor want for much anyways. A confident chef, woodsman, and ninja, he knows how to care for himself, survive, and defend himself all. It shows in the way he acts too, he tends to keep to himself, yet not out of any sense of isolation or anti-social inclination but rather one comfortable enough in solitude not to seek anything else. He likes quiet, order, and nature, enjoying life for it's subtle things and preferring what is made by the earth's hands and his own to that which is made by machines and in factories. Rather then favor big surprises and gambling risks, he would rather have small but sure things. He appreciates subtle but complex flavors, being able to have fresh brewed tea after waking, peaceful nights under the trees, and calm cool weather. If anything, the more something has to do with people or the more complex the issue or thing is, the less he favors it, detesting the modernization and big changes of the cities, especially the changes of Kotoba. The perceptive eye will even notice a certain agitation about his person when stuck indoors or within big cities, especially those of more modern flavors and concrete or steel structures. His normal mannerisms become more active, and he starts to talk with his hands, fidget with things, and take to pacing slightly until he can get out among the breeze and the wilds again. Even gadgetry and tech tend to annoy him, for their frivolous use by especially the younger generation if nothing else, and while he will make calls with no hesitation, he rarely bothers with things like the internet or holograms, and detests even using gear to make pokemon training more convenient, learning his pokemon instead by personal experience and time to keep from relying too much on impersonal data that tells him so little of what the flesh and blood, the mind and spirit, hold within.
This sort of view on how Taiyo believes his life should be lived has led him to be self-reflective and self-aware. While he was never one to tempt fate and race through his own mortality, what martial arts, ninja training, and long years of study and schooling have not already tempered, now age and maturity have helped forge and finish. Confident and assured, Taiyo knows exactly what he is capable of and how far he can go, and doesn't fear or hesitate to use all his abilities in the reaching of an objective, be it a long-term goal or a short-term action. He holds no regrets and no trepidation within himself, at ease with who he is and what he has done in the whole, both his moments of triumph and his moments of failure or shame. Indeed his confidence stems not only from his awareness of his strengths, but of his weaknesses as well, a matter that to him is almost more critical. His limits, his flaws, and his short-comings are all things he is acutely aware of, things he makes sure he is aware of, and that he takes in full, owning up to where he falls short.
This objective view does not limit itself to Taiyo either, and while he is no great reader of others intentions or means, he is perceptive in his own way. A calm mind and demeanor aide itself towards picking out and defining the strengths and weaknesses of those around him, especially in relation to work and potential in the field, person or pokemon. While lacking perhaps the glowing charisma of a leader, Taiyo knows how to best to try and utilize the stronger aspects of those around him, a strategic mind having in the past proved very effective towards planning both his actions as well as the battles of pokemon and the coordination of people within a group.
If asked, this would be Taiyo's greatest strength to himself. His intelligence, sense of control, and more then that, his steady unflinching reason and logic. He has both the resolve needed to keep himself from rushing into things and the clear mind that can examine and pick apart situations. Which is not to say that Taiyo is a cold and machine-like man either, far more comfortable and accustomed to the warmth and wilds of nature then the mechanical minds of computers and exact dimensions of man-made devices and structures. He may not be very emotional, but he is not an isolated man either, simply one who is as comfortable being alone as with others and one who prizes work and efficiency over the easy or ignorant route.
One may never see more then a faint smile or hear more then a faint laugh from Taiyo, but certainly those at least he offers freely and in good nature. Raised with some formality, he is polite and respectful, even in casual settings, and has a grace about him of good manners that seem to come naturally. He doesn't particularly make any strong efforts at making friends, but certainly never tries to repel them either, making of each situation exactly what it feels like to him, extending good will when appropriate or when offered it first, and keeping only to a steady wariness when met instead with more heavy or less open greeting. He's direct in his ways, focusing less on casual manners and side things then getting straight to the point, and while he'll go through formalities with others, in conversation and in action both he tends to cut straight to the point most times. When he is most content is when nothing is expected of him but simply to accomplish his current job or goal, and when others are amiable to the same cause without distractions.
In this manner Taiyo is an honest man, finding little time or reason for lies when so often they only make the situation longer and more complicated. Something of an older relic of respect lingers about him, a formality that tends to prelude his actions and a bluntness that doesn't hide or attempt to diminish what is real. To this end in fact, he would rather be blunt then sugar coat things, and if his honesty is a virtue in some manners, it is just as easily a flaw, hiding nothing, even among those he carries respect and friendship towards. He may not volunteer up secrets, but if it comes to the line he won't cover for another's bluff. If anything, he has a particular knack for spotting when others are being less then truthful, and while he respects their right to speak what they will, he is a hard man to con and an unforgiving one to those would would try to feed him falsehoods.
Taiyo's right to personal will extends to all things really though, not just lies and truth. An independent man himself, for his stern nature he is tolerant and respectful in almost all ways to the rights and space of each individual person. Everyone is different, to expect them all to fall into an ideal would be foolish and stupid after all. His time is far better spent accepting and working with it then trying to work around or force the issue in his opinion. But to that end, while his job and life may both be ones that often interfere with others in means to benefit them, Taiyo will not help those who won't help themselves either. If his strength is finding the virtues of others and trying to use it, he finds it poorly put to use attempting to bring out the best in those who simply do not want to try. He is patient, yes, but will not pursue with his effort working with those who believe themselves so incapable they will not try, and while he can seem to bear high standards, in the end he expects only effort and to work from that.
For all that Taiyo will let go though, he is not a man to forget. Forgiving, even in the smallest of manners, is a rare act for him. Be it those close to him or enemies, be it a breach of trust or simply an act of bad character, he remembers what has been done, and though he acknowledges people change, he lives by caution first. Even a redeemed man should be acknowledged for what he has been redeemed from, if perhaps no longer held by that alone. And once someone has proved weak to him once, there is always a silent expectation that they might again, his person being one that knows how often humans and pokemon both are ritual to old habits.
If Taiyo were to define his greatness weakness, it would be the very independence he also prides himself on. Where he knows how to live on his own and needs no help or comfort of others to get by, he also often refuses to do so even when it might be to his advantage. In conversation he lacks tact, in social circumstances he does not aim to make friends or contacts, and when in dire situations, he is reluctant to ask upon others. He is not a man to give his trust easily, even to his own pokemon, though he willing to give them the confidence in their abilities in their own battles, he does not ask them to fight his battles. Knowing his strengths and limitations doesn't always stop him from pushing them either, especially when he is not at his fullest. Patient though he may be, being put out of commission or suffering through sickness and injury tend to agitate him. And if he should always look before he leaps and takes the quickest way across, often he will miss opportunities that boldness and a sense of adventure could get him. A lack of ambition may be partially rectified by a need for self-improvement, but the need to be better is not quite met in the same way as it could with a more passionate spirit.
But perhaps to Taiyo, those are acceptable faults. In the end he doesn't ask nor want for much anyways. A confident chef, woodsman, and ninja, he knows how to care for himself, survive, and defend himself all. It shows in the way he acts too, he tends to keep to himself, yet not out of any sense of isolation or anti-social inclination but rather one comfortable enough in solitude not to seek anything else. He likes quiet, order, and nature, enjoying life for it's subtle things and preferring what is made by the earth's hands and his own to that which is made by machines and in factories. Rather then favor big surprises and gambling risks, he would rather have small but sure things. He appreciates subtle but complex flavors, being able to have fresh brewed tea after waking, peaceful nights under the trees, and calm cool weather. If anything, the more something has to do with people or the more complex the issue or thing is, the less he favors it, detesting the modernization and big changes of the cities, especially the changes of Kotoba. The perceptive eye will even notice a certain agitation about his person when stuck indoors or within big cities, especially those of more modern flavors and concrete or steel structures. His normal mannerisms become more active, and he starts to talk with his hands, fidget with things, and take to pacing slightly until he can get out among the breeze and the wilds again. Even gadgetry and tech tend to annoy him, for their frivolous use by especially the younger generation if nothing else, and while he will make calls with no hesitation, he rarely bothers with things like the internet or holograms, and detests even using gear to make pokemon training more convenient, learning his pokemon instead by personal experience and time to keep from relying too much on impersonal data that tells him so little of what the flesh and blood, the mind and spirit, hold within.
{History}The first born child in his family, Taiyo was a healthy and strong boy from the start, a pride to any family and promising of good omens and fortunes, his mother's labor long but without complications, and his first cries loud and clear. He was named after the sun, a glowing golden child with a bright prospective future ahead of him. Gentle and wearied by her pregnancy, his mother, Misaki, would stay in the hospital for several more days before coming home, and even after returning home, Katashi, his father, would often take time off of work to help tend to both her and Taiyo, but Taiyo was well doted on in those years, and he was a blessedly easy to take care of child, often calming or quieting when he was fussy simply by his mother's embrace.
Growing up, Taiyo would know a loving but strict household, held to high standards and stark expectations, but well cared for none the less. His father was a manager at a formidable textile industry business in Kotaba, and a hard working man for seemingly his whole life without break of childish rebellion or young foolishness if one believe his accounting. He even held still in his possession accolades of academic and physical prowess from a youth of martial arts and prestigious schooling. A hard-nosed attitude would carry from his work and personal mannerisms to his expectations of his son. Or rather his sons. Taiyo would be a child of only one year when his brother was born, and once more his moth would be hopsital bedded and then house bedded for a few months while a hired nanny helped care for him when his father's business called him away, but his first sibling would also be born with minimal complications. Smaller slightly, but still a healthy male child, he would be named Yuji, courageous second son.
The two would be quite close growing up, with an age difference that was slight at best, especially by the time they were old enough to really care or understand any of the world. Taiyo and Yuji would almost immediately be put under their father's demanding expectations of excellence from the age they could walk and talk. A well off family who lived in rather sparse and spartan comfort despite the affluence of their father, this meant largely for the boys, that they were immediately given private instructors and classes, starting their schooling before primary school would have even begun for most, and with their father arranging for their private home schooling to serve as their primary schooling even after. From more basic tutelage like classes in penmanship, mathematics, English, and Mezatoan, to martial arts, kendo, and dance. It was tiring in some ways, but knowing nothing else but this, Taiyo and Yuji both adjusted, Taiyo driven by accomplishing each goal set before him and being able to take pride in his own growth and improvement, and Yuji by a competitive sense and trying to make their father proud, always spurred on by Taiyo's dedication and achievements.
Indeed, there was some favoritism at times towards Tiayo, being the first born and often the slightly more skilled of the two, but both made Katashi proud. Their father only ever came around on weekends and the exceedingly rare holidays he was allowed, often in Kotaba working for days on end, yet he seemed to always be the driving force in their lives, his authoritative manner both their greatest fear when he watched them or took in their reports, and their greatest pleasure when they managed to wrestle approval from him. And with their mother living within the home—a house-wife who was blessed by having no work other then to care for the brothers and make beautiful hand-sewn kimonos and craft delicate pottery to sell—they always had the support and gentler love of a reassuring mother figure. When lessons were tiring or frustrations arose, she was always there, gentle and soft-spoken, but kind and patient.
When Taiyo was twelve, he would gain his first, and only, sister. An early birth, there was complications, and in the end, a c-section had to be done on his mother. She was underweight and pale at first, and quiet, but she would recover well with some time and medical care. Tsuki his parents would name her, after the gentle moon. And between their tutoring, Taiyo and Yuji would help take care of their new sister, especially while their mother was sickly and recovering. At first it was duty, but then it would turn to genuine affection and love. Yuji especially was close to her, playing with her and carrying her around, seeming to always want to chatter to his sister even before she understood what they were saying, but Taiyo was always best at dealing with her when she was fussing, whether it was being swift in changing, skilled in burping, or simply observant and patient enough to piece things together or calm her down. It was a chore to care for her, but as the eldest and her older brother, he saw it as his duty to always be there for her and help her be the best she could be. And while that started as just a statement perhaps, it became a true feeling with time, less a question or a thought then simply an action. If she had started as a quiet baby, she was soon the noisiest of them all, a fussy child that grew healthy and fast but stubbornly proved difficult to care for sometimes. Her spirit was strong though, and Taiyo was proud of her for that, and Yuji amused if sometimes driven mad by it, their sister proving early on she was far from a runt.
When both Taiyo and Yuji were old enough, their father arranged for their secondary schooling to be in a private school. Given the size of Scurarte Town, such a thing was really a boarding school that attracted students from Kotaba to the smaller and slightly more remote area with small personal classes and instructors of high letters. It was a shift having to live at the school instead, but Taiyo and Yuji had each other, and home was always just a walk away. Yuji would adapt and make friends, but Taiyo often simply returned home when he could, or occupied his free time with other tasks, continuing his kendo into a competitive team, and taking the ninjutsu class when the new year started. His father pushed business and marketing onto him, and Yuji, expecting him to take over as heir, and as his duty was he took and excelled in those classes, however he found himself often uninterested. He was always glad to help when Yuji struggled, and he worked tirelessly to make sure he never failed his father, but he preferred the regimented duty of his more physical activity, and the quiet solitude of being alone or at the edge of town, breathing in the woods.
Tsuki perhaps further spurred Taiyo's conflict between his own personal goals and his fathers. A rebellious child, she found her home schooling difficult and boring, and often ran to her brothers to get away from it. She was a trouble maker, always slipping away from her tutors and lessons, finding them dull and oppressive. Their father didn't help matters much either, he was unforgiving and harsh towards her rebelliousness. Taiyo never would truly be able to grasp the relationship between the two, already living outside the house and rarely in the same place when both had extended interaction, but whether it was because she was the youngest, the girl, or simply because she refused to put in the work and dedication and resented being held to the standards of her brothers and fathers, the two fought often. It seemed she was always in trouble, and always working around it to be with the friends she made with the other kids in Town, the ones that ran barefoot in the streets and that picked pennies from the streets to save for splurging on candy. Dirty and poor, her father didn't approve of them one bit, and even went to the extremes of locking her within the house and demanding everyone else keep an eye on her while he was out.
Yuji was always the one to let her out in the end, though Taiyo would often keep her company and talk to her. Tsuki's rants were always bitter things, she was sour for being compared constantly to him, and being expected to hold to a standard. She wanted to be free, to find her own path. In a way, he cautioned her and reasoned with her, trying to convince her to the merits of duty and how reckless recreation led no where. In a way though, she troubled his own thinking, and inspired him. When eventually Taiyo and Yuji would finish secondary school, there was no question where they went, but when the brothers moved to Godai Central and began attending GSUC, Taiyo found himself looking, not at business, but at survival and forestry, pokemon and botany. He looked at the world around him instead, remembering the quiet woods of his home, and the half modernized mess that Kotaba had been turned into when he visited the nearby city. He looked into job options and paths for his future, and found the Rangers to be a calling that offered promise, placing him within the wilds and working to preserve it rather then among the polished skyscraper offices working against it.
In this time Taiyo would register as a Trainer, and take up side jobs on top of his school working in tutoring martial arts and kendo classes to support him. He had stopped competing upon moving, but the memory was fresh, and some were always interested, whether for self defense, sport, or simply the physicality of it. Perhaps the money was not needed at first, he had plenty of grants, and even if he did not, his father's fortune backed him, but there was no surprise when the latter was cut when his father heard of his plans for the future. Confronting Taiyo, his father would rant long about his duty as first born son to inherit his father's place in the company and carry on the line in the honorable and lucrative field of business instead of chasing around pokemon like "some discount trainer trying to pretend he's saving the woods."
Taiyo had decided though. Yuji was still dutifully taking up business, and he was not needed to support the family. The Rangers were a respectable organization, and heated words did not change his cool reasoning or decision making. He would rarely talk to his father after that and have no support anymore from the man, but it was, in the end, for the better. It was hard to place when the shift of duty from father to his self and the world at large had happened. The separation had always been great, but the idolization and sense of owed allegiance had drifted as independence took over and he had to live more and more on his own, and with this final cutting, Taiyo was free to pursue his own choices. He dedicated himself wholly towards his schooling, exchanging regular letters with his mother occasional letters with Tsuki, though those ones with his sister would become awkward and distant in tone as the years passed, and keeping company only with acquaintances and his brother, finding few people who really attracted him as friends enough to take from his time spent studying, working, or by himself. Yuji as well spoke less to him, not out of animosity, but simple as his brother found friends in the University, and even his first love.
Yuki also found his calling as a father apparently. Even as Taiyo adjusted to the new direction he had found in his pursuits, his brother and his love were with child. A young and swift love, they had been together only a year, he was still nineteen and she was only twenty. While she did not abort the children, this pregnancy would end up breaking their relationship apart, and Taiyo would be there to help his brother after his lover split from him and left him with children. Yuji would take a break from his schooling after his first year, their father helping him find a job anyways through connections as he supported himself as a single dad, and as the new uncle, Taiyo would visit and help when and where he could, taking swiftly to his brother's children as both love and duty towards them.
Yuji managed well though, and Taiyo would manage to graduate after a few years with a commendable degree that would get him swiftly inducted and hired as a Ranger. Immediately he returned to his home area, stationing at the center between Kagareta Woods and Skytouch Forest. He would be partnered with a rowlet at this time, and quickly found a home with the Rangers, having much time to himself and his work mostly taking him out in the woods, patrolling areas, helping lost trainers, dealing with wild pokemon incidents of concern or irregularity, and on occasion providing relief or preventing disasters. It was diligent and hard working labor, and while not rewarding, it offered him a steady consistent pace and a quiet goal amidst the wilderness to focus towards.
Only shortly after Taiyo was stationed he would learn that Tsuki had left home, registering with TIS as soon as she was old enough and leaving on her own to help them. He would worry about her, but come to the conclusion that it was her life to live, even as foolishly as she did trying to travel so young, but she was a teenager, and beyond his control. It was her free will. Yuji confided worries to him in calls and letters, and tried to go after her, but tied with his own kids, he wouldn't pursue her very far. After that though, the years would be peaceful for a time. Yuji would eventually finish his degree online and take a role directly under his father, and Taiyo would serve as a ranger, slowly gathering a team and pursuing his work in the woods. Their father would retire within a few months after a heart problem, and within a couple years die to the same heart problems. According to the doctors he had lived a stressful life, and had likely shortened his lifespan by some amount for the constant strain. Heart-broken, their mother would move a couple years later to a retirement home in Kotaba. It was trying times, but such things would have happened eventually, and Taiyo took it with only a brief mourning and a respectful remembrance, perhaps not loving his father, but honoring the man, and acknowledging he was no longer young and had met his time and lived well. Yuji grieved for quite a while, though Tsuki did not even show up for the funeral.
Tragically, it would come to pass that a few years later Yuji would die in an accident involving a fire in his office building that he would be trapped in. Taiyo and his aging mother would attend the funeral along with Yuji's children and many friends, and Tsuki resurfaced briefly, crying, but would leave with only heated bitter words snapped at Taiyo when he tried to talk to her, blaming him for many of the problems and soured over Yuji's death. With no one else fit enough to take care of the kids, both only ten yet, Taiyo would take a leave from the Rangers to care for them himself, and take up a job teaching martial arts and kendo again, working out his sorrow through keeping himself busy and trying to remember Yuji through actions.
At first Taiyo was distant. He loved his niece and nephew, and had known them since they were born, but with them stuck on the loss of their father, and him on his brother, the house was quiet and strained for a time. When finally Taiyo stopped spending every moment of his spare time trying to work or train or distance himself with any task he could find though, he finally attempted to embrace his role as pseudo father. It was awkward, with both sides sensing the missing gap, but his familiarity made it easier, and even if he would always just be "Uncle Ty" or "Uncle Yo-Yo," as his nephew jokingly referred to him as, he would become close to the children, and help them through their studies in secondary school and to find their calling in life.
Graduating from secondary school, Taiyo's niece, Sakiya, fascinated with plants and botany, would get a job as a florist in a small homey flower store in Kotaba, and Taiyo would give his Bellossom to her to keep her safe and be her companion, the grass type having always gotten along well with the girl and perhaps better served to be rewarded for her help in his path as a Ranger for so many years by a peaceful life. His nephew, Satoshi, on the other hand, would decide on the path of a trainer after eagerly taking classes on training, and would register with TIS to get a starter and support him while he set off with a lofty goal to conquer the gyms. With both adults now in their own right, Taiyo was finally freed again, and would become a Ranger again. The first year adjusting would be rough, and his rowlet, evolved into a Dartrix just a year before retiring to raise his brother's children would die to severe poisoning in an unfortunate event while trying to deal with an incident of the pokemon from Kagereta Woods infesting Kotaba and poisoning many of the city's pokemon or terrorizing the residents.
The following year would find Taiyo settling into the rhythm again, though his team was sparse. He had never prioritized catching pokemon, and had relied on their strength and experience instead, but with his team down to one again after the loss of two pokemon in one year, he found himself taking things cautiously and slow. Even at that, his only companion was older, a Staravia he had rescued with a broken wing over a decade ago already, and not young then either.
Taiyo would at least come to rescue a Salandit while visiting his brother's grave to give flowers for the anniversary of his passing. A young creature, likely from Kagereta Woods, it had managed to get itself tangled in a plastic bad and was malnourished, likely scavenging scraps from the residents of the city to get by. He would take it in, naming the undersized male Kichi, the lucky one, out of the hopes that the good omen of the day and the chance that had brought the little lizard to him would mean they were indeed a sign of good luck, for what little power a name might hold.
With another pokemon again, Taiyo, at last, would let his Staravia retire, giving him to a flying type breeder who had care to such older and more grizzled pokemon and would give him a good home. Kichi was under-trained still, and young, the fire type not quite well trained enough yet to consistently follow orders and with a tendency towards feral habits, but strong enough to handle himself against weaker pokemon. It was not an ideal spot, but with work Taiyo was confident he could make it work again, duty holding him to be a ranger no matter what, and not deterred by something as simple as bad circumstance when training and diligence could still serve him. As long as he was able to serve and do his job well he was a Ranger, in name, profession, and calling all.
Growing up, Taiyo would know a loving but strict household, held to high standards and stark expectations, but well cared for none the less. His father was a manager at a formidable textile industry business in Kotaba, and a hard working man for seemingly his whole life without break of childish rebellion or young foolishness if one believe his accounting. He even held still in his possession accolades of academic and physical prowess from a youth of martial arts and prestigious schooling. A hard-nosed attitude would carry from his work and personal mannerisms to his expectations of his son. Or rather his sons. Taiyo would be a child of only one year when his brother was born, and once more his moth would be hopsital bedded and then house bedded for a few months while a hired nanny helped care for him when his father's business called him away, but his first sibling would also be born with minimal complications. Smaller slightly, but still a healthy male child, he would be named Yuji, courageous second son.
The two would be quite close growing up, with an age difference that was slight at best, especially by the time they were old enough to really care or understand any of the world. Taiyo and Yuji would almost immediately be put under their father's demanding expectations of excellence from the age they could walk and talk. A well off family who lived in rather sparse and spartan comfort despite the affluence of their father, this meant largely for the boys, that they were immediately given private instructors and classes, starting their schooling before primary school would have even begun for most, and with their father arranging for their private home schooling to serve as their primary schooling even after. From more basic tutelage like classes in penmanship, mathematics, English, and Mezatoan, to martial arts, kendo, and dance. It was tiring in some ways, but knowing nothing else but this, Taiyo and Yuji both adjusted, Taiyo driven by accomplishing each goal set before him and being able to take pride in his own growth and improvement, and Yuji by a competitive sense and trying to make their father proud, always spurred on by Taiyo's dedication and achievements.
Indeed, there was some favoritism at times towards Tiayo, being the first born and often the slightly more skilled of the two, but both made Katashi proud. Their father only ever came around on weekends and the exceedingly rare holidays he was allowed, often in Kotaba working for days on end, yet he seemed to always be the driving force in their lives, his authoritative manner both their greatest fear when he watched them or took in their reports, and their greatest pleasure when they managed to wrestle approval from him. And with their mother living within the home—a house-wife who was blessed by having no work other then to care for the brothers and make beautiful hand-sewn kimonos and craft delicate pottery to sell—they always had the support and gentler love of a reassuring mother figure. When lessons were tiring or frustrations arose, she was always there, gentle and soft-spoken, but kind and patient.
When Taiyo was twelve, he would gain his first, and only, sister. An early birth, there was complications, and in the end, a c-section had to be done on his mother. She was underweight and pale at first, and quiet, but she would recover well with some time and medical care. Tsuki his parents would name her, after the gentle moon. And between their tutoring, Taiyo and Yuji would help take care of their new sister, especially while their mother was sickly and recovering. At first it was duty, but then it would turn to genuine affection and love. Yuji especially was close to her, playing with her and carrying her around, seeming to always want to chatter to his sister even before she understood what they were saying, but Taiyo was always best at dealing with her when she was fussing, whether it was being swift in changing, skilled in burping, or simply observant and patient enough to piece things together or calm her down. It was a chore to care for her, but as the eldest and her older brother, he saw it as his duty to always be there for her and help her be the best she could be. And while that started as just a statement perhaps, it became a true feeling with time, less a question or a thought then simply an action. If she had started as a quiet baby, she was soon the noisiest of them all, a fussy child that grew healthy and fast but stubbornly proved difficult to care for sometimes. Her spirit was strong though, and Taiyo was proud of her for that, and Yuji amused if sometimes driven mad by it, their sister proving early on she was far from a runt.
When both Taiyo and Yuji were old enough, their father arranged for their secondary schooling to be in a private school. Given the size of Scurarte Town, such a thing was really a boarding school that attracted students from Kotaba to the smaller and slightly more remote area with small personal classes and instructors of high letters. It was a shift having to live at the school instead, but Taiyo and Yuji had each other, and home was always just a walk away. Yuji would adapt and make friends, but Taiyo often simply returned home when he could, or occupied his free time with other tasks, continuing his kendo into a competitive team, and taking the ninjutsu class when the new year started. His father pushed business and marketing onto him, and Yuji, expecting him to take over as heir, and as his duty was he took and excelled in those classes, however he found himself often uninterested. He was always glad to help when Yuji struggled, and he worked tirelessly to make sure he never failed his father, but he preferred the regimented duty of his more physical activity, and the quiet solitude of being alone or at the edge of town, breathing in the woods.
Tsuki perhaps further spurred Taiyo's conflict between his own personal goals and his fathers. A rebellious child, she found her home schooling difficult and boring, and often ran to her brothers to get away from it. She was a trouble maker, always slipping away from her tutors and lessons, finding them dull and oppressive. Their father didn't help matters much either, he was unforgiving and harsh towards her rebelliousness. Taiyo never would truly be able to grasp the relationship between the two, already living outside the house and rarely in the same place when both had extended interaction, but whether it was because she was the youngest, the girl, or simply because she refused to put in the work and dedication and resented being held to the standards of her brothers and fathers, the two fought often. It seemed she was always in trouble, and always working around it to be with the friends she made with the other kids in Town, the ones that ran barefoot in the streets and that picked pennies from the streets to save for splurging on candy. Dirty and poor, her father didn't approve of them one bit, and even went to the extremes of locking her within the house and demanding everyone else keep an eye on her while he was out.
Yuji was always the one to let her out in the end, though Taiyo would often keep her company and talk to her. Tsuki's rants were always bitter things, she was sour for being compared constantly to him, and being expected to hold to a standard. She wanted to be free, to find her own path. In a way, he cautioned her and reasoned with her, trying to convince her to the merits of duty and how reckless recreation led no where. In a way though, she troubled his own thinking, and inspired him. When eventually Taiyo and Yuji would finish secondary school, there was no question where they went, but when the brothers moved to Godai Central and began attending GSUC, Taiyo found himself looking, not at business, but at survival and forestry, pokemon and botany. He looked at the world around him instead, remembering the quiet woods of his home, and the half modernized mess that Kotaba had been turned into when he visited the nearby city. He looked into job options and paths for his future, and found the Rangers to be a calling that offered promise, placing him within the wilds and working to preserve it rather then among the polished skyscraper offices working against it.
In this time Taiyo would register as a Trainer, and take up side jobs on top of his school working in tutoring martial arts and kendo classes to support him. He had stopped competing upon moving, but the memory was fresh, and some were always interested, whether for self defense, sport, or simply the physicality of it. Perhaps the money was not needed at first, he had plenty of grants, and even if he did not, his father's fortune backed him, but there was no surprise when the latter was cut when his father heard of his plans for the future. Confronting Taiyo, his father would rant long about his duty as first born son to inherit his father's place in the company and carry on the line in the honorable and lucrative field of business instead of chasing around pokemon like "some discount trainer trying to pretend he's saving the woods."
Taiyo had decided though. Yuji was still dutifully taking up business, and he was not needed to support the family. The Rangers were a respectable organization, and heated words did not change his cool reasoning or decision making. He would rarely talk to his father after that and have no support anymore from the man, but it was, in the end, for the better. It was hard to place when the shift of duty from father to his self and the world at large had happened. The separation had always been great, but the idolization and sense of owed allegiance had drifted as independence took over and he had to live more and more on his own, and with this final cutting, Taiyo was free to pursue his own choices. He dedicated himself wholly towards his schooling, exchanging regular letters with his mother occasional letters with Tsuki, though those ones with his sister would become awkward and distant in tone as the years passed, and keeping company only with acquaintances and his brother, finding few people who really attracted him as friends enough to take from his time spent studying, working, or by himself. Yuji as well spoke less to him, not out of animosity, but simple as his brother found friends in the University, and even his first love.
Yuki also found his calling as a father apparently. Even as Taiyo adjusted to the new direction he had found in his pursuits, his brother and his love were with child. A young and swift love, they had been together only a year, he was still nineteen and she was only twenty. While she did not abort the children, this pregnancy would end up breaking their relationship apart, and Taiyo would be there to help his brother after his lover split from him and left him with children. Yuji would take a break from his schooling after his first year, their father helping him find a job anyways through connections as he supported himself as a single dad, and as the new uncle, Taiyo would visit and help when and where he could, taking swiftly to his brother's children as both love and duty towards them.
Yuji managed well though, and Taiyo would manage to graduate after a few years with a commendable degree that would get him swiftly inducted and hired as a Ranger. Immediately he returned to his home area, stationing at the center between Kagareta Woods and Skytouch Forest. He would be partnered with a rowlet at this time, and quickly found a home with the Rangers, having much time to himself and his work mostly taking him out in the woods, patrolling areas, helping lost trainers, dealing with wild pokemon incidents of concern or irregularity, and on occasion providing relief or preventing disasters. It was diligent and hard working labor, and while not rewarding, it offered him a steady consistent pace and a quiet goal amidst the wilderness to focus towards.
Only shortly after Taiyo was stationed he would learn that Tsuki had left home, registering with TIS as soon as she was old enough and leaving on her own to help them. He would worry about her, but come to the conclusion that it was her life to live, even as foolishly as she did trying to travel so young, but she was a teenager, and beyond his control. It was her free will. Yuji confided worries to him in calls and letters, and tried to go after her, but tied with his own kids, he wouldn't pursue her very far. After that though, the years would be peaceful for a time. Yuji would eventually finish his degree online and take a role directly under his father, and Taiyo would serve as a ranger, slowly gathering a team and pursuing his work in the woods. Their father would retire within a few months after a heart problem, and within a couple years die to the same heart problems. According to the doctors he had lived a stressful life, and had likely shortened his lifespan by some amount for the constant strain. Heart-broken, their mother would move a couple years later to a retirement home in Kotaba. It was trying times, but such things would have happened eventually, and Taiyo took it with only a brief mourning and a respectful remembrance, perhaps not loving his father, but honoring the man, and acknowledging he was no longer young and had met his time and lived well. Yuji grieved for quite a while, though Tsuki did not even show up for the funeral.
Tragically, it would come to pass that a few years later Yuji would die in an accident involving a fire in his office building that he would be trapped in. Taiyo and his aging mother would attend the funeral along with Yuji's children and many friends, and Tsuki resurfaced briefly, crying, but would leave with only heated bitter words snapped at Taiyo when he tried to talk to her, blaming him for many of the problems and soured over Yuji's death. With no one else fit enough to take care of the kids, both only ten yet, Taiyo would take a leave from the Rangers to care for them himself, and take up a job teaching martial arts and kendo again, working out his sorrow through keeping himself busy and trying to remember Yuji through actions.
At first Taiyo was distant. He loved his niece and nephew, and had known them since they were born, but with them stuck on the loss of their father, and him on his brother, the house was quiet and strained for a time. When finally Taiyo stopped spending every moment of his spare time trying to work or train or distance himself with any task he could find though, he finally attempted to embrace his role as pseudo father. It was awkward, with both sides sensing the missing gap, but his familiarity made it easier, and even if he would always just be "Uncle Ty" or "Uncle Yo-Yo," as his nephew jokingly referred to him as, he would become close to the children, and help them through their studies in secondary school and to find their calling in life.
Graduating from secondary school, Taiyo's niece, Sakiya, fascinated with plants and botany, would get a job as a florist in a small homey flower store in Kotaba, and Taiyo would give his Bellossom to her to keep her safe and be her companion, the grass type having always gotten along well with the girl and perhaps better served to be rewarded for her help in his path as a Ranger for so many years by a peaceful life. His nephew, Satoshi, on the other hand, would decide on the path of a trainer after eagerly taking classes on training, and would register with TIS to get a starter and support him while he set off with a lofty goal to conquer the gyms. With both adults now in their own right, Taiyo was finally freed again, and would become a Ranger again. The first year adjusting would be rough, and his rowlet, evolved into a Dartrix just a year before retiring to raise his brother's children would die to severe poisoning in an unfortunate event while trying to deal with an incident of the pokemon from Kagereta Woods infesting Kotaba and poisoning many of the city's pokemon or terrorizing the residents.
The following year would find Taiyo settling into the rhythm again, though his team was sparse. He had never prioritized catching pokemon, and had relied on their strength and experience instead, but with his team down to one again after the loss of two pokemon in one year, he found himself taking things cautiously and slow. Even at that, his only companion was older, a Staravia he had rescued with a broken wing over a decade ago already, and not young then either.
Taiyo would at least come to rescue a Salandit while visiting his brother's grave to give flowers for the anniversary of his passing. A young creature, likely from Kagereta Woods, it had managed to get itself tangled in a plastic bad and was malnourished, likely scavenging scraps from the residents of the city to get by. He would take it in, naming the undersized male Kichi, the lucky one, out of the hopes that the good omen of the day and the chance that had brought the little lizard to him would mean they were indeed a sign of good luck, for what little power a name might hold.
With another pokemon again, Taiyo, at last, would let his Staravia retire, giving him to a flying type breeder who had care to such older and more grizzled pokemon and would give him a good home. Kichi was under-trained still, and young, the fire type not quite well trained enough yet to consistently follow orders and with a tendency towards feral habits, but strong enough to handle himself against weaker pokemon. It was not an ideal spot, but with work Taiyo was confident he could make it work again, duty holding him to be a ranger no matter what, and not deterred by something as simple as bad circumstance when training and diligence could still serve him. As long as he was able to serve and do his job well he was a Ranger, in name, profession, and calling all.
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 Salandit Caught at Level 5 Nickname: Kichi Gender: Male Type: Fire/Poison Ability: Corrosion Height: 1'6" Weight: 7.2 lbs Health: Low EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (7/9) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 5 Division: D8 Total Stats: 55
Vitamins Used: None | Moveset: 1. Scratch 1. Poison Gas 5. Ember Unique Moves: - - - - Item: |
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