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Username: Blink009
Name: Taichi Hiro Ishida
Name Meaning: "Big one"
Origin: Japanese
Nicknames: Tai & Tashi
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Orientation: Demisexual
Voice: Taichi rarely talks, but when he
does, it is in a gravelly voice. He
sounds as though he has a sore
throat and hasn't spoken for years.
Theme Song: Daft Punk - Within
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rude • loner • easily irritated • persuasive • mysterious
┖━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┚As child, Taichi had always been isolated from other kids. He had never really developed the social skills and experience that is normal for his age level, and so as a result he became insecure, naive, depressed, lonely. Taichi can be described as a bit rude to some, depending on how they treat him. He's definitely sarcastic and witty, as shown by the remarks he makes to others around him. He actually does care about most other Kias, although he gets irritated about the fact they baby him because he's blind - using himself to prove to others that he can handle himself just fine.
Taichi is also someone who prefers to be by himself rather than among others, since he comes across as a bit of a mystery to others who come across him. He isn't much of a talker, and doesn't like to make friends. However, when he does get into conversations, he is very talented to persuade others and sometimes becoming malicious and knows very well how to manipulate thoughts.
Taichi is often told by those who are closer to him to be more social, even though his blindness does get in the way where he can't trust others, but the implication that he is merely black-and-white opposites between his bubbly peers and misses the point of enjoying life, as he engages with the world in fundamentally different ways by his strong senses and hearing. While outgoing others savor the nuances of social interaction, Taichi tend to focus more on his own ideas — and on stimuli that don't register in the minds of others.
xxxxxChildhood
Taichi's life was neither too good nor too bad. He grew up in the big city of Japan, but born with an American background. Taichi's family decided to move to Japan, when he was little, after a runaway from the piles of rent payments that were owed. His father was a drunk; he hardly came home and when he did, he was abusive to the family - including Taichi, who his father disowned him for being blind, while his mother tried to make a living selling tissues. His mother was a poor soul, looking after and caring for both him, and his younger brother, Kaito. When he was a six years old, his parents divorced and his Mexican-American father went back to the United States. His mother, who was Japanese, remarried when he was still a child. They lived in a small house near a railway. Taichi could tell, as every night a few trains would pass by making racket as they slept. Taichi never went to school - mainly because they could never afford it, and that it would cost more to get education for Taichi due to him being blind. He got beat up a few counters by other kids teasing him on how poor and helpless he was. He was glad he didn't go to school from time to time. But, Taichi learnt things from his mother's stories in her lullabies when she sang him to sleep, the words repeating in he head. His brother sometimes helped Taichi by going to the local library and reading books to help them both learn together. But as quite as they both were between them with little communication, they still helped one another as though their parents did not.
TeenhoodAt this stage of his life, his mother raised him until he was 14 when she died; leaving the boys to look after themselves, but, had learnt to become more independent through the years. As he grew, his brother had started to help him less and less by the day, making Taichi lose his way by his brother's help. At this point, Taichi decided to go off on his own. Though Taichi was impacted by his blindness; he has grown and adapted to it by his strong sense of small and hearing to lead him in the right direction. Through his time, Taichi got involved with technology - becoming a creator of small robots, using them in backstreet fights to earn money. Taichi first had problems about being blind. But, he soon created a machine that would generate his thoughts in the robot's actions. Although, he didn't win most fights; coming home with destroyed metal pieces, his works with the robots continued to improve.
Adulthoodxx
Although Taichi didn't get paid much, he continued to create robots. Taichi considers himself as a "cyberpunk". His job is to build toy robots - although he saved parts secretly to build his own ones for not fights. He uses it to try and gather himself from the disasters of his past. Taichi rarely stayed in contact with his family... especially his brother. They had grown apart; going their separate ways in life. Taichi isolated himself from others, becoming arrogant and mysterious. He didn't want anyone coming into his life, messing up even more - so he didn't intrude with anyone else's life in return. As he always said, "A work of mind needs a peace of mind".
xxxLikes ;
✔ Quiet
✔ Technology
✔ Robots
✔ Wind
✔ Japan
✔ Berries
✔ Daft PunkDislikes ;
✘ Attention
✘ Being blind
✘ Everyone
✘ Judged
✘ Broken things
✘ LosingQuirks
Whenever Taichi is on the computer, watching a movie, playing video games, etc - he always has everything hooked up to headphones. In past experiences, whatever he is am interested in (which apparently is "weird" by most standards) it either leads to many questions, or negative comments. He is completely quiet all the time when he does something personal. Small that he does is that he speaks from the corner of his mouth when stressed, uses mundane items as toys, unable to take advice from anyone because he thinks that they know it all, and takes stupid bets for small amounts of money (...especially at robot fights).
FearsThe fear of drawing attention to oneself. Taichi doesn't like saying it's an anxiety distorter, but in social situations that involve interactions with others, he tends to worry about being judged badly by other people - being criticised, "put down" or embarrassed by his blindness. Taichi also fears that if he lost his smelling or hearing ability, he would become completely helpless in life itself.
ObsessionsTaichi is overally obsessed with Daft Punk's music. You can always find him with his headphone in, usually building his latest robot, listening to their songs. You'll know when he starts humming the tune when he thinks no one is around.
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"Even though he's blind, he can see the world clearer than anyone!", the voice of my mother's weak voice rings out down the small hallway. "He's blind, Darlene! He can't see. He's knows nothing about the world! He's useless and I'm embarrassed to call him my own son!", father retorts in a drunken slur. He was always like this when he came home. Aggressive drunk. I could always tell when he'd come home late from the pub.The arguments have been going for as long as I can remember, none of my parents even realised that I hear every word they say. Sometimes they forgot that I can hear too and talk like I'm never there. My father hates me as I hate him. He has always wanted a son that was strong and loved sport and most importantly that wasn't blind, but sadly his wish hasn't come true.
Shutting their voices out, I sit up. Blinking a few times though leaving my eyes open, even if there was no point. I can't see, I'm blind. I've always been blind, and I will die being blind. When I was born, my brain stopped sending signals to my eyes causing me to not see. I've never seen the world before. Not one bit of it. I don't know what anything or anyone looks like. Colours and life just see to me as black darkness. I don't even know when it is morning.., or even night. Only my body tells me that I need to sleep.
I sense my brother moving next to me. The radiations of his warmth and his fur brushing against him as he whimpers in his sleep. Maybe he's having a nightmare? I quietly wrap my tail around him, curling up to let him know that everything will be okay. I rest my head near his hair, the tips tingling against my skin. I [censored] my eyes, although it didn't help much. I block out the sounds of my parents, only listening to the wind gashing quietly against the roof of our home. In the distance, I heard a train passing by. They tell me that it is a a fast, metal container that moves on wheels against two bars of metal. I laugh slightly. I'd never heard something so ridiculous in my life. Slowly, my brain starts to drift off, as the trains lull me to sleep.
Opening my eyes, only to find a white light glowed so brightly. I had to shut his eyes tight to avoid the hard glare. I waited for a few moments - what seemed like a lifetime - till the glare had slowly disappeared. A pelt of small, bright dots shone in the sky as I tilted my head up to the dark surroundings. Where they stars? Those small specks in the sky that glimmered so brightly? I glanced down at the strands of green grass waving in the wind beneath me. All around, their were tall trees, reaching up to the glittery sky. Was... I dreaming? Is this what a dream looks like? I slowly stood up - a cold breeze whisked through the tree gaps, and set a rippling like water in his fur. Ahead, a stream danced down a mountainside, sparkling under neath the sparkling moonlight of the stars.
I followed the narrow valley, the jagged rocks that lined my path towards the pool up ahead. The moon illuminates the sky above me. I walk underneath moonhigh glow, but I don't mean to move. I move over streams and trees. I hear my name being called, but I don't turn my head. I'm entranced by the new sights I see. But, still, the voice continues. I try to ignore it, but the feeling of my name is so vivid. It felt like I had been following this stony path for days, my legs beginning to feel weaker at every step.
The pool comes into sight, the surface of the rocks dipping downwards to the shallows of the cool water. I look down into the water, streching my head over. My eyes widen as I see another figure looking straight back at me. I jump back in suprise, shocked from what I saw. Who was that... that thing? Slowly, I lower my body down on the crutches of my legs, and crawl forward back to the edge of the pool. I slowly tip my head back over the water. There it was again. This time, I didn't move... neither did the other thing. I put my paw out, slowly reaching over to touch the thing staring back at me. At the same time, the other thing does the same. I touch the wat, only to send ripples along the water. The other figure moves along with the water. Why is this thing comping my every move?
Slowly, I crawl forward closer to the water. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet loosen, and I tumblr forward into the water. All at once, the water starts to pull against me, pulling me down deeper into the depth of the pool. I try to kick my legs, pushing myself back up to the surface - but it's no use as I keep getting dragged down. I cry out, but nothing works as a crowd of bubbles contain my screams. Slowly, it all goes black, as I close my eyes.
My eyes burst open, only to find the same sight as always. I jerk my body up, sitting up to catch my breath. It was a dream. A dream.The lingering feeling of dread in your stomach remind me of the broken dream you just had, although it wasn't quite something that I had ever seen before. My head spins in confusment. I feel hot and sweaty, my body rejects the thin blankets that covered my body against the cold outside. I drop my head in disappointment. Although that dream did not mean well, I wished I could see like I could. To see. What would it be like to see the world awake.
I shrug, lying down again. The shouts of my parents have long gone. They must have gone to bed. I yawn, suggesting that it was still dark. My brother would wake me when it is time to rise. My mind is still racing, but it slows down only to fall in slumber once more.
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Thank you so much to everyone that helped with my form! If is wasn't from the support I got, I would have never gotten this far!! Special thanks to Vin (Vintage.) who critiqued my form -- which was a big help! And the art on this form that I have received is all amazing! I would have done more art, but Christmas and other things got in the way. All art on this form will go towards the winner of this beautiful Kia.
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