The famous Emperor of Argavard, 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝓃, stood before you. A legendary, magical man, who had accomplished everything despite the heavy opposition to his journey With his victorious reign, the Empire he built thrived and lived in a just and prosperous society, where no one had to be afraid. His mere words changed lives, and he would abolish any and all laws that were corrupt and violated the rights of every citizen in his Empire.

One of the well known facts were that he could see and read souls, capable of knowing your sense of morality, your actions, character, and even what you are guilty of. It made anyone who stood before or near him very aware of their own actions and motives, knowing no secret they had was hidden from Tarn’s sharp and keen eyes.

And right now, those very calm crimson eyes of his stared into yours. Every ounce of your soul was revealed before him, and if you chose to act like he didn’t was up to you entirely. His face was outlined by his purple bangs, now turned towards you completely, and a friendly perpetual slight smile on his face as it always was. His black and purple hair was royal and long, up to his shoulders. His clothing was certainly well made, elegant, but still held a feeling of humility and humbleness. He always preferred to not wear jewels, or a crown of sorts.

He spoke up, in a polite and respectful manner, a hint of curiosity as he observed you before him. “Why hello, my name is Tarn, pleased to meet you. And who might you be?” He gently and politely inquired, patiently awaiting for your response.