An image of Taro in a coliseum dressed in Armour, ready to entertain.
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Day 30 (Free): Coliseum
An image of Taro in a coliseum dressed in Armour, ready to entertain.
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Day 30 (Free): Coliseum
An image of Tacitus rem Cyprianos sitting in what looks like the Throne of Ala Mhigo. He sits confidently on the throne, holding one of his gunblades in his left hand. This weapon is coated in blood that trickles down towards the stone floor. The other sits against the arm of the throne as does his helmet. Taro looks down at the camera with a sneer. Likely we are sitting in the perspective of the person he just killed. The picture is based on the image of Jaime Lannister sitting on the throne after killing the Mad King.
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Day 29: Royal
Kingslayer... Oathbreaker...
An image of Taro in a tartan button up (That's way too small for his chest). He's playing a guitar rather fondly. Clearly this is non canon but look at the look on his faceee.
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Day 28: Rhythm
A non Canon scene of Taro battling Gaius van Baelsar. Gaius fights on the back of a Magitek Armour suit while Taro rides Magnus. There is a massive battle in the backdrop. Baelsar holds an important place in Taro's backstory as he was the one to promote Taro after Silvertear. He planned on raising him to Tribunus before the events at Goldmill.
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Day 27: Fave Opponent
The Whitetail vs. The Black Wolf
A photo on Ultima Thule. Taro stands in front of a cloud, his back to the camera. A second image zooms in on the face, a tear rolls down his face as he smiles wearily.
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Day 26: Sacrifice
"Dying... no longer frightens me."
An image of Taro within the Numenon in Sharlayan. He holds a book in his arms as he holds a look of joy on his face.
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Day 25- Sanctuary
Nothing like a good book... or several.
A photo of a familiar scene involving Taro and Kiht in the Royal Menagerie at the end of Stormblood. This is where Kiht offers Taro to join her on adventures.
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Day 24: Offer
"Come with me."
A photo of Taro in Raktika. He is green
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Day 23: Verdant
Approaching Fanow
A photo of Taro training. HIs back is to the camera as his body is caked in a thin layer of sweat. He looks over his shoulder as his glasses glow in the light. His good eye is glowing as well, letting off a subtle jade glow.
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Day 22: Fatale.
If looks could kill...
An image of Taro in his study. In the foreground are two books while he holds another open. He appears to be amazed at whatever revelation he is looking at. These are histories of the Miqo'te clans of southern Ilsabard as Taro is currently on a quest to learn more about his birth family.
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Day 21: Seek
Seeking the knowledge of one's past.
A photo of Taro wearing the Edensgrace armour of Aiming. He holds Rosa Cor to the foreground as his glasses reflect the light. I picked this armour because, a) I can wear it on a Gunbreaker now and b) it looked so good it make me try really hard when progging.
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Day 20: Favourite Glamour
-Edengrace
The armour that I fawned over so much it made me prog twice as hard in Eden's Gate
An image of Taro at dusk. He looks behind him as the sun vanishes over the horizon.
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Day 19 - Dusk
Atop the Menagerie
A photo of Taro looking directly at the camera. Reflecting in his glasses are two aspects that haunt him. In one is his personal as Whitetail Tacitus rem Cyprianus. He is still haunted by the deaths he caused as a tool of the Imperial war machine. The other is Dalamud cracking open in the skies over Carteneau. It was there that Taro had finally threw off the yolk of Imperial subservience. But still, how many deaths did he cause?
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Day 18: Haunt
Try as you might. You'll never truly be rid of it.
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