Post by Takahiro Miyamoto on Mar 23, 2015 15:32:23 GMT -5
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[li]- Possessive;; [/li] It's not really that he's 'this item is mine and not yours and you'll never ever touch it or borrow it.' No. It's rather... these are my friends, and if you so much as look at them wrong, you'll regret it. Or. This is my lover, my time with them is mine, not yours. Go away. It's not something that he really enjoys, he does his best not to fall prey to these thoughts. However, when you've got this nasty little voice in the back of your head that continually tells you that this other person is better than you, and your friends and loved ones will find them more interesting and prefer them over you - it's not the easiest thing in the world to do. Yeah, he's afraid to lose the few people he lets in close.
[li]- Private;;[/li] Nothing is about him - not even in conversation. Ask how he is and what's been going on, and he'll give the most limited answers possible. It's not that he doesn't trust you, no - he doesn't like talking about himself much. If he does happen to let something slip, which is rarely - you'd probably be asked to keep it hush hush. Does it have to do something with his low self-esteem? Most likely. Baking? Hell yeah it's a secret hobby.
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Ambitions:
- Train as many fire types as he can.
- Keep his gym running for as long as he can.
- Open a bakery as a side job.
HISTORY
A picture perfect family - many a person would think. A hardworking father who took care of the bills and the family, a loving housewife that cleaned, cooked and took care of what was their happy baby boy. They had a little house, built on the outskirts of Shui City. A simplistic life was lead, akin to those of their neighbors. Even as he grew, his parents raised him upon simplistic ideals - extravagance was not a necessity.
Only on occasion, was extravagance allowed - a treat of sorts.
Schooling went much the same - day to day life, he left early, came back in the afternoon, helped his mother with the chores, did his homework, helped with dinner before his father returned home, ate and went to bed. On occasion, honestly, more often than not, Taka would find time to sneak away from the house to explore every inch of the city, watching the people and the pokemon as they went along their daily lives. Upon returning home, being questioned by his mother, he'd offer small, white lies - saying he was out getting fresh air, or picked up small things such as fruits or trinkets to bring home as his excuse.
Slowly, this became what the boy desired - a sense of excitement. Slowly, he found simplicity was not his thing. There was something more to life, rather than what his family had taught him, he wanted to explore it, to discover it - take it for his own. But to spare his poor mother, he kept these to himself and continued his day to day routine, growing unhappier as time passed.
And with time, he found he wished he'd appreciated his simplistic life more while he had it.
Nobody knew what the circumstance was, what went wrong when everything seemed so perfect, so happy - but something snapped. One day, his family seemed happy, the next, Taka's parents were getting a divorce. Not even he was entirely sure what happened, only being nine at the time - ask him, he'll shrug and look down. His parents left him with the choice of who he'd rather go with - and having spent more time with his mother, knowing her better - she was the obvious choice.
With his parents having gone through the process, belongings split up accordingly, Takahiro and his mother changed their last names back to his mother's maiden name and moved to Tynntill Town - seeing as they had family from her side there. Even though, from that moment on, neither of them ever heard from his father again, Taka was perfectly alright with this. After all, it was something new, something exciting - and, while his mother had a hard time adjusting to the new culture and pace of life, her son had no problem what so ever adjusting.
It worried her sick, the way he'd run off with his cousins to explore and have fun - but her sister sat back and reassured her that everything would be fine - after all, boys would be boys. But, perhaps - that's exactly what she was worried about. She was, however, thankful that Taka fit in well with the other children his age here. Though he always seemed to stick close to his family, his best of friends being his cousins.
Life went on like this for a few years - his mother had picked up a job to pay bills, something she wasn't used to, but she never complained, and her son continued his schooling in Tinntill. Who needed a father or a husband to make things work? Truth be told, he'd never seen his mother as happy as she was once away from his father. While it perplexed him, he never questioned it - remaining thankful instead.
Around the age of fifty-six, she fell ill with Takahiro only being fourteen. Doctors visits became a regular thing in their life, though she kept the details of each appointment a secret from him - he had a feeling something was wrong, as it seemed that, rather suddenly, everything had changed. She began to spend even more time with her son, doing things with him that they'd never done before, crossing off a list of 'things we've always wanted to do' that they kept pinned to their fridge. With this list continuing to grow as things were crossed off, Taka fell away from his friend - having less and less time to spend with them, though he did his best not to fall out of contact. However even this became increasingly difficult as they began to travel, going to famous land marks and little holes in the wall, among other places - discovering things about each other that they never knew.
It was during this time that his mother passed along her love of baking to Taka. Sharing recipes and teaching him was something she never before thought possible, until she saw how he lit up when he stood before a mixing bowl, wooden spoon in hand. Sweets quickly became a passion, the teen inventing his own concoctions, presenting them to his mother with the biggest of smiles. Each one she tasted only served as a booster for his ever growing passion, complimenting him endlessly - and she meant every word she said with her heart.
His passion grew to where he began sharing his baked sweets not only with his cousins and other family, but neighbors and his mother's co-workers as well, feeling better and better with each smile they brought and each, word of approval that fell from their lips. Even as they continued to travel, he'd visit bakery's and try their sweets, drawing inspiration from the flavors and designs they presented. Things were good - he was happy, the happiest he'd been his entire life, in fact. But fairy tale endings? They don't exist.
With each passing day, his mother only seemed to grow sicker, despite her attempts to hide it away from the world. With each passing day, Taka's heart sank a little more within his chest, beginning to pick up on the signs - his mind registering that his something was far from okay. Dread began to eat away at his insides, fear swallowing his mind in darkness - his smile became forced, shown honestly only to his mother. It was the least he could do, he knew - she would resent herself if she knew he was slowly putting the pieces together.
She passed away when he was sixteen.
Later discovering her illness was in fact cancer that had been caught far too late, as it had developed too quickly to be noticed until there was nothing that could be done. While he understood why his mother would keep this secret locked away from him, he wished he knew. If he had, he would have done so much more for her during their last years together - and even though he thought that maybe she didn't want that - that she wanted normal time with her son, doing what they wanted to do with no restraint alone made her happy... it would be something he'd always silently beat himself for. The regret never left him alone.
Seeing as his father had, more or less, fallen from the face of the earth, Takahiro was placed under the care of his aunt, living with his cousins. It's not that he hated living there, no , he appreciated that they'd take him in, that they took care of him and did what they could to further help him - but the boy fell into a state of misery and depression. He stopped baking, he stopped leaving the house unless he absolutely had to and his smiles... those became nonexistent. Instead, he buried himself in books and his dreams, losing himself to the fantasies they provided - there was no pain there.
In an attempt to pull him out of his own little world he'd created in his room, his aunt presented him with a pokeball on his eighteenth birthday - inside resided a young Charmander, fiery and adventurous. She encouraged him to take a step outside, get some fresh air... while dropping not so subtle hints that he should start a journey, get out of here for a bit where the memories only continued to burn, the wound so fresh. At first, he kindly turned her down, remaining in his room with a hyperactive fire type.
Tugs to his shirt and pants, pouting, pawing at the windows and mass amounts of complaints from his new partner didn't even seem to deter him from his current behavioral pattern. It didn't take long for the young pokemon to pick up on his new trainer's mood, and there was nothing that he hated more than seeing him mope around.
With a snort, the pokemon padded over to him, gave him a stern stare before seemingly sneezing an ember onto his side. Shooting up from the bed, pulling his shirt off as quickly as he could, Taka threw it at the Charmander, returning his rather impassive look with one of surprise and anger. "What was that for?" The only answer he received was another snort before the fire type turned tail and ran from the room. Not even thinking to grab a shirt, ignoring the pain in his side, Takahiro gave chase - following him from his room, from his house... to a place he'd never been.
Coming to a stop, somewhere in the forest, doubling over and panting, the teen was presented with a fruit - the Charmander offering it to him with a wide smile. Though it was far from an apology, he was forgiven, the fruit was shared and a rest taken. When they felt ready, they began their journey back... spending much more time in the attempt to find their way home than they had getting there - Turned out being lost really isn't as fun as they make it out to be. But along the way, the Charmander, who had finally received the name of Odin, took Taka on several 'side tracks', showing him things with a smile and a delighted giggle. From pokemon playing to taking care of their families, among other activities, Odin showed him things that he thought may bring as much delight to his trainer as it did him.
And for the first time in months, the corners of Takahiro's lips turned upward.
Upon returning home, he felt much different from when he'd left - and really, as much as he hated to admit it at the time due to the pokemon's mischievous nature in doing so, he owed it to Odin. And he has the scar to prove it.
Since then, the two began leaving the house more and more, wandering from place to place, Takahiro returning the favor. They visited all the places his mother took him during those last two years he had her, reminiscing the good times - remembering her as she should be remembered. Once again, he began to bake, sharing his treats with Odin - who always scarfed them down as though he were starving to death. Sure, things weren't as they once were, but they were looking up - and he owed it to a devious little fire-type.
And perhaps that's what sparked his next passion - a love that only continued to grow for fire type pokemon. They continued to travel, visiting not only places where his mother had once taken him, but other places as well - finally finishing off that list that hung on the fridge so long ago with care and pride. It seemed to quell the self hatred that burned deep within him and, for the first time in a long time, he almost felt at peace. He was happy.
Training was a side interest, as things began, Takahiro catching certain pokemon as they explored together, Odin only growing stronger with each battle. It wasn't until Odin experienced his first evolution that Taka found himself absolutely hooked. Sure, he'd seen videos of pokemon evolving in school, but not once had he experienced it first hand. He wanted to see more, wanted to see his partners grow - and with this new found desire, his passion for fire types grew into training them, battling them - becoming stronger with them.
Soon, it became a desire that didn't seem to be quashed by anything. He needed something more... and so did Odin. With the Charmander having evolved to his final form and having collected a decent team to start with, Taka sat down, watching them interact before him - thinking. He wanted to do something with his life, something new and something interesting. Something that he could not only take, but give - mostly give, of course.
The way his pokemon moved, the way they played and had their little mock battles - watching this struck the man with an idea. A pokemon gym. While there was a voice that drawled venomously within the back of his mind, telling him he'd never make it, he found his determination to be greater than these words of anxiety. He continued to train with his partners, working on what Takahiro saw as the most important aspect, teamwork.
By the time he turned twenty-three, their hard work, determination and spirit paid off - trial after trial stood before them, each one tackled without a second thought - this included the exams. Even though, as he looked at the other candidates, the voice continued its attempts to hold him back, he pressed on. When the final pokemon fainted, revealing the winner to be himself, he was ecstatic - Taka and his partners now had a Gym to run and take care of and a community to aid. And as he awaits each new challenger and what they present to him, he can only hope he's doing the family name well.
OTHER INFORMATION
The man is extremely good at baking. Sweets. Cakes, cupcakes, pies, breads - you name, it he can mix it, throw it into an oven and pull it out delicious. More than likely, he'd jump in head first at the offer to help run or open a Bakery of his own.
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CODED BY SYLVIE
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