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As the Warrior of Light crosses the Burn, Taro stands in awe at the sight of the bleached desert. He's just emerged from the Allagan ruins that sit below the barren wastes and is met with a white haze.
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Day 17: Burn
As a Paladin, Taro faces down the camera, raising his arm in defense as he prepares to attack. A fierce guardian.
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Day 16: Guard
Fierce and Loyal as they come.
Taro stands watch outside of Tailfeather in Dravania. His back is facing the camera as he holds Rosa Cor over his shoulder. He is bathed in the light of the moon.
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Day 15: Favourite Job
The Gunbreaker...
A photo of Taro as a dragoon. He's clad in a mix of the Drachen Armour and fur accented gear. His lance, Longinus Zeta glows as he's bathed in an Azure light. The AZURE dragoon... GET IT???
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Day 14: Azure
The Azure Dragoon...
A photo of Taro as a red mage. The picture is bathed in red as he flourishes his rapier.
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Day 13: (alt) Crimson
The Crimson Duelist
An image of 16 year old Tacitus (Taro) and his parents in Doma. Tacitus seemingly underwent a growth spurt while his parents make note of it. Tacitus is embarrassed and blushing.
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Day 12: (Free day) Growth
What are they feeding him?
In the light of the camp at what was once the suburra of Latium, Taro builds his new weapon. In the background, his father's gunblade, his mother's magitek Lance and his Crownblade are located on the table with Taro having used them to build his new weapon.
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Day 11: Weapon
Rose Heart... Rosa Cor
Taro looks at his reflection in a stream. Looking back he sees himself if he was raised by his birthparents. He is surrounded by his family. His mother, Tahro, his brothers: Tahro'a, Tahro'to, Tahro'li and his father, Ita'a Lheye.
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Day 10: Mirror
What could have been...
An alternative version of Taro as Tacitus the Red Knight. Tacitus (of Blackvale) is another OC of mine who is the subject of a short story I am writing. Within this image, Taro is depicted with fur accented red armour. In his right arm he holds his helmet while in his left hand he holds his rapier. He looks off into the distance proudly posing for the image.
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Day 9: Free space - Knight
Ser Tacitus the Red Knight
From "Tales from the Snow" “Tacitus…” The stoic Garlean said, his voice slightly shaky from the race of emotions he no doubt had rushing through him. He walked forward a few steps, moving to put his hand on Taro’s shoulder like he did in the past. He stopped just short, recoiling for a moment. It took a few seconds before Taro looked at him and finally smiled. “Dad. It’s okay.” His growly voice was gentle, soft even and he took Cassius’ hand and placed it on his shoulder. “I don’t hold any of it against you…” Taro gesticulated his hand around, his finger miming a circular motion. “None of what anyone here did, while under Anima’s control, was their fault…” Cassius looked at him and said nothing, he couldn’t say anything really. Octavia for her part, looked at the two of them, smiled and placed her hand on Taro’s shoulder as well. “Tacitus.” She started, “Taro…” She continued. “We couldn’t be more proud of you… for everything you’ve done… you’ve grown into quite a man since you went to Eorzea.” She chuckled and Cassius turned to look at the light in his wife’s face. “I assume you’re going back then?” Cassius asked, his hand withdrawing before settling once the tall Garlean crossed his arms. “To Eorzea?” “Of course I am.” Taro responded, “It’s my home after all…” He paused and chuckled, “I’ve got… roots there now.” “Well!” His mother’s voice piped up “You’ll have to introduce us, won’t you my dear?” Taro looked over to see her with a bright expression on her face. “After all, now that Garlemald is trading with the outside world again, we really ought to make the trip down to see you more often.” “Mother…” Taro said with a low groan. “No no she’s right…” Cassius spoke, placing his hand on Octavia’s back and standing next to her. “Don’t really have to worry about being on any watch lists now… and besides.” He smiled. “It’s a whole new world now…”
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Day 8: Warmth
"It was a cold day. It was always cold in Garlemald. But for the first time in a long time… it felt like things were getting warmer."
Description: A 17 year old Tacitus (Taro) Stands in the full frame in standard Imperial armour. This is taken just after his recruitment into the IVth Legion. The shot is likely in the outskirts of Dalmasca in 1559 3E Lore: In the early days, when Tacitus willingly enlisted with the Garlean army, he still held "aan" name between his given and his family names. While he would be discharged from the VIIIth Legion due to prejudice he would find a home within Noah van Gabranth's IVth Legion and serve there for the first several years of his time in the military.
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Day 7: Sapling
Tacitus aan Cyprianus reporting.
A photo of Taro and Magnus in the Fringes of Gyr Abania.
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Day 6: Favourite Season - Autumn
An image of Taro with his former Gunblade drawn and ready. The backdrop is Bozja, in the wastes outside Camp Steva. In the reflection on his gunblade is The Whitetail.
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Day 5: Free - Reflection.
Fighting against your past.
Description: a photo of Taro around the time he started adventuring in Eorzea. He is holding an apple in his right hand while petting a small Chocobo in the other. This is Magnus, who will eventually be Taro's faithful bird. Lore: The poor thing seemed so weak, his stride was slow as Taro made camp for them both. After a few hours they sat together by the fire. The bird cooed, nuzzling his head into Taro's hand. "You're a loner too aye?" The chocobo quietly "Kweh'd" into his hand... or maybe it was a "wark" Regardless Taro smiled and grabbed a xelphatol apple from his pack. "Eat... get youre strength back." The chocobo cooed.
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Day 4: Companion
The beginning of a long friendship...
Description: a photo of Taro and Marsak. Taro holds up his job Stone while Marsak pats his shoulder and congratulates him. Lore: The jacket fit perfectly, much to Taro's surprise. Though he was bigger than most miqo'te, he was nowhere near as broad as a Hrothgar. As he emerged Marsak stood ahead of him, a smile sat proudly on his face. His large hand was closed, even as he raised it towards Taro. As it opened a small yellow stone fell into the Miqo'te's palm. "I think you'll be needing this." Taro looked down at the stone. His eyes glancing over its features and the pronounced sigil in the middle. The mark of a gunbreaker. "Congratulations Blade Cyrpianos. You're officially a Gunbreaker"
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Day 3: Calling
A Gunbreaker is born.
Standing center in the composition, Taro holds his arms crossed over his chest as he looks at the camera. His face is slightly bloodied but not really by much. He growls, or scoffs, with a speech bubble stating "Hmmp."
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Day 2: (Free) Idle
"This is nothing..."
An image of a younger Taro sitting at the Carline Canopy with a warm drink in his hand. He looks a bit irritated (shocker) but in the background one can make out three adventurers who are eying him up.
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Day 1: Begin
The first drink at the Carline Canopy
In the wake of the assault, Marsak congratulates Taro - effectively telling the Whitetail that he has attained enough experience to call himself a "Gunbreaker." As a result, Taro was rewarded with the Bodyguard armour and coat. As Marsak states- modified to suit Taro's wardrobe (he means the coat is black).
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Gunbreakers should be presentable.
During Taro's Gunbreaker training he learned on the field. The photo above occurs during a Trench assault on the Bozja Southern Front; Taro fights off an assault from men and machina of the 4th Legion. In the foreground is a dead Garlean, his boot caked in mud and blood while another charges the Whitetail. Taro seems poised to strike even with the chaos that surrounds him.
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"There is no rest for me. There never *will* be rest for me."
In the muddy fields of the Bozjan southern front, Taro stands victorious over Imperial Magitek and military might. He stands on the head of a defeated soldier, pushing it into the muddy water and likely drowning the man as he reaches towards the camera. Taro stands with his self-made gunblade over the man's head. He looks towards the camera with a determined yet weary look as he is covered in mud and blood.
In the wake of the conspiracy against him due to Balrik, Taro would seek a new method of fighting. His weak arm and warped aether limited what jobs he could adopt for defensive purposes and so, he resolved to adopt a Gunblade. Taro ventured to Gangos thanks to the reference given by Helga, the woman who had attempted to take his life. There he would be taken on by Marsak who had been one of the few Gunbreakers present and available. While Marsak was busy assisting Bajsaljen with leading the Resistance he took the time to teach Taro the basics of Gunbreaking and taking the Historian to the front lines on the Bozjan Southern Front. It was here that Taro would gain much of his experience. The image above depicts that fateful day where Taro would venture off into the dead no mans land that once used to hold the jewel of Bozja. Flanked by his mentor and friend, Taro fixes his gauntlet, a look of determination on his face, as he stands ignorant of the brutality he would endure.
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Leaving for the Front
(Lore in ALT text)
Taro sits awake by the fire, his gunblade in one hand and his glasses in the other. He has a concentrated look on his face as he is sitting on sentry duty in the outskirts of Tailfeather.
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A long night of solace
A photo of Taro in the Lochs. He stands on top of what appears to be a tower. In the background there is an Ala Mhigan beacon present. He is jumping back off the tower and making a peace symbol with his fingers at the camera. Over his shoulder is his gunblade. He smirks confidently.
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Love and Peace!
An image of Taro Cyprianos standing by a training dummy. In the foreground in his gunblade. He is wearing minimal clothing: A pair of gloves, the Warrior's Pummler's Greaves and his signature crimson glasses. He looks at the viewer, beckoning them towards him with one hand as the other sits on the training dummy. He is saying "Come on, just because it's laundry day doesn't mean we can't train."
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Laundry Day
cat softcore facesitting content (feat. @st4rcr0ss.bsky.social / @tarozine.bsky.social)
#1080pcontent / #720pcontent / #characontent:nya / #taropics / #kihtpose
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Friendly Encounters.... an aftermath.
Taro sits at the Last Stand, his eye obscured by the glare on his glasses while his Gunblade sits next to him.
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The Last Stand
A render of Taro Cyprianos as of 7.4 in his Whitetail Bodyguard Jacket
A render of Taro Cyprianos in his alternative high-collared Jacket.
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I couldn't chose... so they are both co-official outfits now :)
