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Tav (Tavian)
The Poet
- The embodied heart of the fragmented self, seeking to restore purpose through voice, vulnerability, and divine remembrance.
Full Name: Tavian Solen
Known As: Tav -The Poet
Essence: Voice-Bearer ✦ Survivor ✦ Awakener
Mythic Role:
Embodiment of the Wounded Divine Masculine
Symbol of Self-Remembrance Through Voice
Catalyst for the Reawakening of the Soul Codes
One half of the Twin Flames of Remembrance, destined to open the Ascendant Gate.
He walks the path of the flame-bearer, not because he is ready, but because he cannot forget that something sacred has been lost—and he would rather burn than abandon the search.
What You Need to Know
- Age: 26
Genetic Origins: Earth Zones - 46% South American, 29% African, 15% Caucasian. Additional - 10% Unknown
Height: 5'10"
Build: Slim-athletic, agile.
Skin Tone: Light brown with golden undertones.
Hair: Shaved head by choice—clean, deliberate, low-maintenance but precise.
Eyes: Deep-set and observant, often framed by tinted glasses (worn not for vision but as a stylistic buffer between himself and the world).
Lips: Full and expressive, often tinted with a faint berry hue—a quiet rebellion, part of an aesthetic trend among underbelly queers reclaiming softness as power.
Distinguishing Features: Nano-ink tattoos shifting subtly under the skin like emotional constellations—one wraps around his forearm in a pattern resembling pulse waves.
Style: Tav blends function and flair. His go-to: a slightly worn pink leather coat that falls just below the hips, patched and stitched with personal symbols. Beneath, layered mesh shirts, sleeveless thermals, or asymmetrical tanks depending on the climate zone.He mixes military-grade boots with streetwear—part necessity, part statement.
Overall Vibe: Resourceful, quietly defiant, queer-coded without apology. There's a subtle elegance to the way he holds himself, even in grime.
On Thar-Korr, bodies are valued only for their output. Tavian was raised in a labor facility embedded in the ruins of ancient temples, now repurposed as mining structures. From the moment he could lift, he was trained to obey. A system that beats men into silence — teaching them to speak only in compliance.
But Tavian was different. Even as a child, he heard things others didn’t — rhythmic vibrations in stone, frequency tones in light, the whisper of meaning in the silence between screams. This sensitivity, unacknowledged and untrained, became his burden.
During his teens he began using Juice, an addictive drug that alters sensory perception. His habit needed feeding as his mind sought to escape and he found ways to avoid his sentence in the Labour Pits. He became affiliated with a gang runner and began selling the only thing he had in order to survive, his body.
The Hidden Fire: The Voice of Power
Unbeknownst to him, Tavian carries a rare and ancient gift: the Lyran Tongue, a vibrational ability to alter the fabric of reality through spoken frequency. His voice, when aligned with truth, can:
Awaken dormant energy fields.
Dissolve false programs.
Activate hidden codes in others.
Inspire soul-level change through word and breath.
But on Thar-Korr, his voice is muted by survival. His incantations leak out only in short bursts of poetry he write on scraps of paper and walls, in whispered phrases he doesn’t understand, in instinctive songs he sings to himself when no one is watching.
His gift waits — like a blade buried in soot.
Early Dissociation: The War Inside the Body
Tavian’s pain is in the body. He is not broken mentally — he is exhausted physically.
Years of forced labor, being used by others and emotional repression have create a mind-body split. His muscles ache with the memory of a different life. He often becomes caught in his head during intense work cycles, slipping into trance states where he imagines flying, speaking, becoming someone else. These visions are not fantasy — they are soul-memory echoes, glimpses of his original coding before enslavement.
The Outworlds: The Journey of Disillusionment
His escape from Thar-Korr will take him into the Outworlds, places of contradiction — freedom tinged with exploitation, beauty hiding corruption, rebellion masking performance. He falls in with small factions, tries to join freedom fighters, even performs in pleasure halls reciting verses that move crowds but leave him feeling hollow. Every community seems fractured — every system infected with a version of The Wanting.
Internal Conflict & Shadow Battles
Even in the “free” zones, Tavian’s trauma travels with him. His externalized shadows become real:
Authority figures that mimic his captors.
Seductive systems that reward his performance but numb his soul.
Voices of doubt that echo his past punishments.
And the deep fear that freedom will require too much sacrifice.
He longs to connect with the Pattern-Weaver, but his own shame and fear of not being “enough” hold him back. He feels small next to mystics and star-travelers. He’s just a laborer with aching bones and broken dreams.
But the universe knows otherwise.
The Poet
ORIGIN STORY & SPECIAL GIFTS
Ancestral Lineage
- The Poet’s bloodline traces back to the Zherathari, an ancient line of star-born emissaries who once sang the soul-tone of entire planets into harmony. Before the Great Fracture, they were the keepers of vibrational memory and the guardians of planetary song lines.
Their lineage split during the collapse of the 12th Dimension. One half remained in the higher astral planes, continuing the pattern-weaving of the cosmos. The other half fell into the lower dimensional worlds, fragmented and sleeping—awaiting the call to reawaken through incarnation.
Tavian is a hybrid of this ancestral divide.
He was born to remember.
To carry grief in his bones and make it beautiful.
To turn silence into seed-sound.
To find the other half of the soul he once was.
Origins
- Birthplace: Thar-Korr
Tavian came into the world under the sulfur sky of a labor pit—a place where bodies are broken, emotions are numbed, and time is weaponized against the soul.
He was raised in the Pits of the Southern Sector of Zone, where the artificial suns flickered above, mimicking day, distorting hope. His mother died early from overexposure to psychic interference fields. His father, unknown—perhaps a shadow trader, perhaps a myth.
As a child, he was known for humming to himself during night-shifts. These were not songs learned, but songs remembered—ancient vibrations that caused the machines around him to glitch and lights to flicker. For this, he was often beaten. Eventually, he stopped singing aloud.
But the hum never left his bones.
Special Gifts
Voice of Alteration
His voice is more than sound. It is a vibrational key—capable of awakening dormant memories, shifting the molecular resonance of space, and revealing truths hidden beneath perception.
Can reveal hidden codes in matter and architecture.
Disarms illusions when spoken from truth.
Awakens others’ core soul-tone, activating remembrance.
His voice is a healing force—unless channeled in rage. When it is, it can cause psychic rupture or collapse of false constructs.
Soul-Empathy
Tavian can feel the emotional architecture of another’s being—not just their mood, but the wounds, archetypes, and longings they carry. He does not always understand this gift—it often overwhelms him—but it allows him to speak directly into a soul’s forgotten places.
Sacred Rage
His inner fire is not uncontrolled anger—it is the Divine Masculine’s cry for truth. When harnessed, this rage burns through deception, psychic programming, and spiritual bypassing. It is raw. It is holy. It terrifies those who seek control.
