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Tavian
The Poet
Birthplace: Thar-Korr — The World That Breaks
Tavian was born beneath the iron sky of Thar-Korr, a planet long overtaken by systemic oppression and programmed despair. Once a lush world aligned with its planetary soul, it became a graveyard of forgotten purpose after generations of conquest and psychic severance.
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.
The system didn’t beat him into silence — it taught him to speak only in compliance.
But Tavian was different. Even as a child, he heard things others didn’t — rhythms in stone, tone in light, meaning in the silence between screams.
This sensitivity, unacknowledged and untrained, became his burden.
He was punished for daydreaming. Mocked for softness.And so, he forged his mask of anger and endurance — not to harm, but to survive.
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
Weave soul-level change through word and breath
But on Thar-Korr, his voice is muted by survival.His incantations leak out only in dreams, 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 and emotional repression create a mind-body split. His muscles ache with the memory of a different life. He often dissociates 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.
Outworlds: The Journey of Disillusionment
His escape takes 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.
And always, he dreams of the moon-eyed one — a figure wrapped in soft light, weaving symbols in the sky. He wakes with tears in his eyes and no memory of the dream’s meaning.
He doesn’t know it yet, but he is calling the Pattern-Weaver, and being called in return.
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.
Union with the Pattern-Weaver
Only once Tavian speaks his truest tone can he fully meet Ahmose.
Their bond becomes not just romantic — but alchemical.
Together, they unlock a sequence in the Codex that neither could activate alone. Ahmose weaves the threads. Tavian speaks them into reality.
What You Need to Know
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.
The Poet
ORIGIN STORY & ANCESTRAL LINEAGE
- Born in the Ash-Womb of 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, 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.
At 17, a failed escape brought him face to face with The Tyrannical Matriarch, who claimed him as her consort. She seduced him with luxury, ritual, and approval—but soon began to reprogram him into a puppet for her public façade, exploiting his voice as a symbol of her benevolence.
His final act of defiance was not rebellion. It was silence.
One night, he simply stopped speaking—and in the stillness, he remembered a life before this one. A memory of stars, of light-song, of another being—a mirror soul—now lost somewhere across the Outworlds.
That night, he escaped.
And his journey truly began.
- Born in the Ash-Womb of 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, 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.
At 17, a failed escape brought him face to face with The Tyrannical Matriarch, who claimed him as her consort. She seduced him with luxury, ritual, and approval—but soon began to reprogram him into a puppet for her public façade, exploiting his voice as a symbol of her benevolence.
His final act of defiance was not rebellion. It was silence.
One night, he simply stopped speaking—and in the stillness, he remembered a life before this one. A memory of stars, of light-song, of another being—a mirror soul—now lost somewhere across the Outworlds.
That night, he escaped.
And his journey truly began.
