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Taran Mortair

Warden of The Tryanian Princess

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a character in “Tales Of The Royals”, as played by JEDH3

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△Name:△ Taran Mortair

△Age:△ 25

△Role:△ Warden of The Tryanian Princess.

△Bio:△ Coming from a military family, Taran was raised on the Xenian Space Station. His father –who was in charge of the ship’s security- desired Taran to join the military as well, and spent at least an hour every day training him both physically and mentally. He was sent to the best schools, and when he was old enough, to a military academy.
Unfortunately, he found that little that his father taught him was valued by the course instructors. Although he had a difficult time with many schools, he passed them all. It seemed that he only had two talents. One was his strategy. He was not the most skilled of combatants, however he could always out think his opponent, and win by exploiting their weakness, rather than by his own skill. This extended to the battlefield. During the War Game Scenarios, he always knew what to do, and his team rarely failed their missions due to that fact. Even though he was not in command, many of the Cadets who were came to him for advice. His second talent was his refusal to ever give up. No matter what the situation was, he never accepted defeat, even when he was clearly outmatched. This was probably the only reason he was able to graduate from the academy, due to his low grades.
Once he graduated, he was sent back to the Xexian Space Station, where he was placed in a security unit. Although he was not directly under his father, having him in the same chain of command made Taran apprehensive. To avoid any problems, they rarely see each other, especially professionally. Even so, he was able to make a name for himself, due to his eye for detail, and once stopping a terrorist attack mid progress. However, recently, His father called him into his office and discreetly spoke to him about Vladamir’s plan. He told Taran that Vladamir was asking his close subordinates for three men to act as Wardens, and that he had volunteered Taran. Hesitantly, Taran accepted, knowing that he did not have much choice. His father was not asking him if he would accept the responsibility, rather than tell him that this was his new duty, and his acceptance of the duty was more a formality. In the end, it did not make much difference to him. Even if he did have the choice, he would have accepted anyway. Better he be put in charge, than someone else who may not be as kind. Initially he agreed with Valadamir’s intentions, however he did not approve of how they were going to be fulfilled. He was loyal to his people, and desired to see bigger and better things come to them, but he thought that they should be earned honorably. Not through deception and threats.

△Personality:△ Not very physically inclined, Taran balances his weakness with his intelligence. Few can out-strategize him without training. Because of this, he sometimes can think high of himself, and will often talk down to people who cannot keep up with his thoughts. Even so, he is polite to everyone when he first meets them, but if he comes to dislike an individual, he does not bother hiding his true feelings. However, he treats everyone equally, and makes no exceptions or favors for anyone, nor does he do anything to make anyone’s life more difficult.
However, he is extremely socially inept. He does not understand people in general, and generally feels alone, no matter who he is with. Because of this, he hates being in large crowds of people, and despises social activities. It has grown to the point to where he is almost two people; the one that everyone sees as the even handed soldier who is fair to his subordinates, and a lost child who is frightened of being alone. These feelings have driven him to both hate time spent by his self, and with others. He feels almost as if he is another species, and was not meant to be with the people around him. He has developed a hatred of himself, and through his hatred has become unfeeling of almost everything but the pain in his heart of his loneliness that he has never let anyone see.

△Likes:△ Solitude, Quietness, Reading, Mind games.

△Dislikes:△ Too much purposeless noise, Things being too easy, Inconsideration, Loneliness, Crowds.

△Theme Song:△
Bad Apple

So begins...

Taran Mortair's Story

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Taran awoke early that morning as was his habit. 0500. He barely ever slept to begin with, so now days most of his time was devoted to guarding the Princess's cell. After a groan of misery, he rolled out of his bed and began his morning ritual. Make his bed, change clothes, go on a 30 minute run around the deck , before a 30 minute weightlifting session. He hated both running and lifting weights, but he knew that if he slacked off, then he would not pass the standard physical fitness test next month. Once finished, he took a shower, dressed in his duty uniform, and filled his day bag before going to get his breakfast. Grabbing two trays, he opted out of eating at the dining hall and instead, carried the trays straight to the door he would spend the rest of the day sitting in front of.

Assuming that the princess was still sleeping, he silently slid the tray through the slot at the bottom of the door. He nodded to the guard who watched the door while Taran slept, signaling that he could leave, and sat on a provided chair directly across the hallway from the door. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was 0630. He was a bit early, but it did not matter to him. He pulled a book from the bag, and propped it on his knee before taking his knife from his belt and cut up a fruit he grabbed while he started to read. This particular book was titled: A History on the Tyranian Empire. Ever since he began guarding the princess, he developed an interest in her people. Along with this, he also brought Tyranian Customs and Culture, Tyranian Military History and Tactics, along with a Tyranian fictional novel, Art collection, and Poetry. Nothing about it was particularly fascinating to him, but it was different enough to his own culture, so he read on, listening to the room he faced, awaiting for the girl to awaken.

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The sky was clear and blue as the sun shined through the trees. The wind danced a crossed her peachy skin and flew through her light brown hair as she road on top of her beloved grey mare, Minerva. Terynia always felt some sort of freedom as she took her daily ride. It was one of the few times she could be herself without a care. If only her own heart could be at ease. This was not the case though. Death had come to her kingdom and just last week one of her cousins had been found dead. Being an only child, Teri became close with her cousins and this one had hit her hard because it was her favorite cousin. Seeing her dead body still lingered in her mind. Suddenly there was a chill in the air. Terynia looked up to see the sky darken. Her violet eyes widen before she could feel herself falling into darkness.

Falling . . .

Falling . . .

Falling . . .


Princess Terynia Erathius woke up with a gasped, bringing the sheet up with her. Her hands were shaking as she tried to take deep breaths. A dream. It was only a dream. Teri looked around, confusion written all over her face. This wasn't her room. It was than that memories came flashing back to her. She remembered. That day when she went out riding for the last time. After her ride, her parents told her she was leaving and going to the Xexian Space Station for her own protection until security was backed up. The Tyranian princesses protested but eventually gave in. Now she was being held hostage. She recalled seeing two other princesses she recognized before they were all split up. She wondered if they were okay.

Terynia didn't understand this situation at all though. The Xexian Military was suppose to be protecting them! Not enslaving them. A sense of dread had settled in the pit of Teri's stomach. All thoughts left her mind though when her stomach growled. Embarrassed that such an unladylike thing happened, the princess looked around her cell and saw a tray with food on it on the ground. Getting up, Terynia slide a bare foot towards the ground and flinched when she realized it was a bit cold. Still, determined not to be a weakling, the brunette stands up. She was only average height at 5'5". The cell was at least adequate temperature wise and the bed she was on had one small mattress, sheet, and blanket with a pillow. Terynia was used to more elaborate furniture, but she wouldn't complain. Still it was a prison and she wanted out of it.

Walking to the tray, she bent over and picked up to a small chair and desk. Sitting down, she started to eat, trying her best not to shove it down her throat.

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Taran had finished approximately twenty five pages of the book when he heard movement in the room in front of him. His eyes still glued to the pages, he spoke up. "Good morning, your highness. Did you sleep well?" He had mixed feelings on holding the royal girls captive, so he tried to be as polite as possible. At least until she gave him a reason not to, he would try his best to make her life easier. In a sense, it was a way of both apologizing to her, but also for thanking her. Although he did not initially want this tasking, it was the easiest job he ever had. So far, except for the few times in which he had to escort her somewhere, he spent most of the day sitting in his chair, reading. For someone like him who preferred to exercise his mind instead of his body, it was almost perfect. Although sometimes he grew a bit restless, and needed to talk to someone, so in any case, he felt it best to stay on his ward's good side.