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TAI PHAM

[ 𝗔 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡 ] ― 𝑖ndipendent & canon divergent 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑙 of tai pham ／ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 , second generation : a legacy ㅤof 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏 , this portrayal is mixed with the writer’s 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 and self 𝒊nterpretation due to 𝑙͟𝑖͟𝑚͟𝑖͟𝑡͟𝑒͟𝑑 sources of the character . 𝐡𝐞 is 14 - 16 years timeframe depending on the writer's mood.

this character portrayal is OC - 𝒻riendly — currently not focused on shipping , but open to making new 𝒻riends and building 𝒻amilial connections .

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: (I   do   NOT   own   the   character   and   I’m   NOT   associated   with   DC   Comics  in   any   way)

All rightful credits of PSDs goes to @sladestrokes and the DC COMICS.

Layout is mine unless stated otherwise.

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for clarity , twitter X DMs are reserved for out-of-character (OOC) conversations and plotting only , as it’s important for my comfort . please note that roleplay will not take place through DMs . the writer is currently quite busy and doesn’t always have the time to respond quickly , so i kindly ask for your patience and understanding .

i. 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡

Of the many twists that altered the course of his life, one stood out—a legacy chosen, not given lightly. Few are ever summoned by the unyielding will of the ring, and fewer still rise to the honor of being called a Green Lantern. He was not prepared, not at first. The lessons came hard, each trial a conquest, delving deep into the chasms of Earth and the infinite reaches of space.

To ward off evil, to confront fear—it sounded so straightforward, almost simple. But the oath held a power greater than its words: "Let those who worship evil's might, beware my power—Green Lantern's light." The weight of it hit like a meteor, an overwhelming charge of responsibility that electrified his being and redefined his purpose.

He had always admired heroes from a distance, their battles grand and unattainable. Never had he dreamed that sheer willpower would find him worthy, would gift him a legacy spanning generations. It was more than a calling—it was destiny woven into the fabric of his potential, recognized before he saw it in himself.

And now, he bore it: a ring of unrelenting power, a beacon against the darkness. A symbol not just of what he could do, but of who he was destined to become.

With every mission, the weight grew heavier and yet, somehow lighter. The ring was no mere tool—it was an extension of his soul, bound to the fire of his will. It demanded not just strength but clarity, a focus that carved through doubt like a blade through shadow. It wasn’t the power that defined him, but how he chose to wield it.

He learned that courage wasn’t the absence of fear but the refusal to yield to it. There were moments when the darkness seemed infinite, when the threats before him felt insurmountable. Yet, in the stillness of those moments, the ring would hum with quiet reassurance, a steady pulse that reminded him: the light never fades for those who believe in it.

The stars became his companions, their vastness a canvas for his will. Planets in peril, civilizations on the brink, and the endless whisper of the void—these were the arenas of his new life. He was no longer a mere observer of heroism; he was its vessel, its guardian, its torchbearer.