A mantra of sorts. An often repeated line that played endlessly in Taijis mind when life became stressful, words became too loud, thoughts became too red, when things in life became just that much heavier. It was a perpetuated state of mind spoken in a voice far removed from his own that had stayed in their mind since childhood. The event itself was so far removed it had honestly ceased to make sense, the therapy had clouded everything but the relief of rescue even now, but that voice remained. Every time that voice spoke the words it reminded Taiji that it HAD happened. It was real. They were real and they were out there telling him it was going to be ok.
It was because things had turned out ok that they had become the safety blanket to Taijis mind.
So it was today, trapped in the detention room. Despite his isolation at the school grounds it never truly stopped a dedicated bully from giving him trouble when the need to use a washroom became required. The calm words had stopped hands from connecting but not words from being shouted. Short tempered, Taiji had blown up relatively quickly as the usual problem called him names in the hallway and had caused a scene to the classes in session.
Looking up from his notebook, something was different. Very different. The calm just before a storm to Taijis reckoning. Another panic attack? But why! His heart was racing a single instant before the earthquake hit and he was thrown from his desk to the floor, all but throwing themselves down while the very building was tossed and crumbling. Crumbling. CRUMBLING. THE WALLS WERE GOING TO CRUMBLE! Taijis greatest fear was this exact moment, to relive the helplessness of being crushed by concrete. When the walls began to shimmer and what looked like an escape had come, Taiji didn't hesitate in the decision to flee. Grabbing his bag and rushing through the portal, they were dumped on the other side face down on the ground.. right in front of Armadillomon.
Looking up, terrified, Taiji saw Gil for the first time.
Appearance: Lanky boy with a bad twitch and a jittery leg. There is almost always the sound of something rattling in his coat, the various medications needed to keep him docile.
Personality: Taji is usually very quiet, docile and skiddish, the type to run from a fight if its just his own person involved in the confrontation but refuses to let his friends come to harm. Protective but paranoid, they prefer small company because excessive crowds and noise give him severe anxiety attacks.
Contrary to his regular disposition, Taji has an unsettling and irrational hairline trigge, making him short tempered and defensive if they are having a mild attack on their fragile nerves.
History: Taji might look like a sturdy young man, they go to the gym often and have buckled down in recent years on their studies, but this poor man has a fuse so short a stray spark was often enough to trigger him to the point of violence. Thankfully it was never the assault type of violence but the kind where you feel trapped in a room and need to know you can leave. Taji is deeply scarred from the events of his youth, witnessing a giant bird creature and some sort of giant dinosaur fighting in the streets. His home had been one of the few that had been damaged.
Taji often recalls that night in his sleep, the weight of the rubble for hours on end all around him. The feeling of knowing you could be injured at such a young age was too difficult to deal with, the only thing he could see was the darkness. What made things worse was the voice. A gentle voice of iron whispering everything was ok.. that it was going to be alright. That voice continues to haunt him, the unknown savior. What little they could tell about their mysterious hero was they were one of those monsters, a smaller one, that had come to him and had put itself in danger to protect them.
nobody ever believed Taji when he spoke about the creature that had saved him from a fallen building.
Therapy was the first option but for him it was the wrong choice. Suppressing the truth of this chance meeting and the kind words of the one who saved his life in Taji over the years has only made him more anxious, paranoid, delusional, in need of medications to settle his fragile mental state. They've lashed out often at others with harsh words and as such has become ostracized. What few friends remain are steadfast in their support of their friend and his struggles for which Taji is eternally grateful. On nearly a dozen different occasions, however, that gratefulness to their friendships turned violent when other students became physical with them in Tajis presence.
Amidst a particularly bad moment of emotional distress the situation became very physical. Taji admits he attacked other students to protect his friends but it was deemed 'excessive', injuries requiring a hospital visit for stitches, which landed him in isolation for the last year of his school life as his medications were doubled.
Other: Likes armadillos, pangolins, has a deeply rooted fear of incarceration. Also believes the medicine he takes is just a placebo, no real cure. Just imaginary.
Partner Digimon: Please refer to the character sheet made by my boi Stern Algorithm
Credit to mah boy [@REKAIGAN] for the badass mask he drew for me. You da real mvp.
zelosse#6215 on Discord.
Disclaimer - I work long hours every week with usually just a single day off, so at times it's likely for me to be overwhelmed with expectations and just shut down for a week or so.
Please be patient!
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><img src="http://pa1.narvii.com/6097/d34228ee894aac2bcebd0c8c1bf52592d1e6c988_hq.gif" /><br><br>Credit to mah boy <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/rekaigan">@REKAIGAN</a> for the badass mask he drew for me. You da real mvp.<br><br>zelosse#6215 on Discord.<br><br>Disclaimer - I work long hours every week with usually just a single day off, so at times it's likely for me to be overwhelmed with expectations and just shut down for a week or so. <br>Please be patient!<br><br></div>