Tarhun speaks softly—but never tentatively. His voice has the cadence of someone who weighs his words, not because he doubts them, but because he respects their power. When he does raise it, the effect is seismic. He is composed to a fault—prone to restraint even in moments when fury might be warranted. That is not to say he lacks fire. Beneath his diplomatic exterior lies a bedrock of deep, almost primal emotion. When you have his loyalty, it is absolute; when you break his trust, the silence that follows is heavier than a scream.
Though grounded in discipline and clarity, Tarhun’s moral compass can drift into rigidity. Justice, to him, is not a concept up for debate—it’s a principle to uphold, even if that means standing alone. He can be inflexible, sometimes blind to nuance when a matter strikes close to the bone. His approach to conflict is firm but not cruel; he may correct you sternly, but never with cruelty. Still, his demand for high standards—of others and of himself—can create distance, especially when others don’t live up to the ideals he holds sacred.
Family is Tarhun’s tether to the world. He does not choose his role as protector—it is as intrinsic to him as breathing. He places his siblings above all else, willing to shield them even when they are in the wrong, and only later addressing their faults once the danger has passed. His love is unconditional, but his disappointment cuts deep. A disapproving glance from Tarhun can unravel even the most confident among his kin, not because he is cruel, but because it’s so rare and so meaningful.
Socially, Tarhun is something of an enigma. In large groups, he tends to observe more than participate, preferring to read the emotional weather of the room before he enters it fully. But in one-on-one interactions, he can be remarkably present. His style is deliberate and thoughtful—more likely to speak in parables or historical analogies than small talk. He commands attention without effort, not because he demands it, but because people naturally gravitate toward someone who seems to know where he’s going.
Despite his formality, there are hints of warmth beneath the armor: in the careful way he prepares a shared meal, in the rough calluses of his carpentry projects, in the political causes he champions with unshakable resolve. His hobbies are not mere pastimes—they're how he lives his values. Cooking nourishes his household. Carpentry maintains the home. Politics protects the collective future. To love Tarhun is to understand that his affections are action-based—he may never say the words aloud, but he will build you a shelter before the rain begins to fall.
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(example: T'Challa/Black Panther from Marvel Comics)