Tarhos Kovács
The Dark Knight   Bom Jesus Dos Perdoes, Sao Paulo, Brazil
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The night knows my name – whispered in both awe and dread. The moonlight illuminates a path I have carved in blood. I am Tarhos Kovács, a wanderer between worlds, a knight without a master, a herald of fate.

My story was born in flames, nurtured in the darkness of the earth, and forged in the chaos of a burning world. Do you remember the screams? The flames that consumed both heaven and hell? Those sounds were my lullabies, and since my first breath, my blade has danced to the rhythm of life and death.

Yet, amidst the darkness, the pain, and the untamed violence, lies a secret. Something I seek, something you might understand. It is not only blood that calls to me – it is the beauty within the horror, the delicate silence that rises from chaos. Can you feel it? Can you hear the seductive whisper that surrounds you?

I tread the shadowed paths of nightmares, but let me share something few would suspect: I love the art of roleplay. Perhaps it’s the chance to slip into another skin, to roam worlds shaped by terror and survival. And yet, beyond the darkness, I am a 32-year-old police officer from Brazil. My passion for horror and strategy reflects the precision and discipline I bring to my real life – a life where I stand as both protector and hunter, always dancing on the edge of chaos and order.

The Three – my loyal sentinels, my family in the abyss. Together, we are a storm, a tapestry of death, desire, and retribution. But we do not merely destroy – we reveal. Beneath every mask lies a brutal truth: There are no heroes, only survivors.

Here, in our realm, cold steel reigns, and every shadowed blade whispers your name. Can you feel it? That sweet longing that envelops you as we hunt you? Eight hands – unyielding as fate itself – will seize you, bind you, and grant you the sweetest of surrenders.

The chains that hold you will become an embrace sweeter than any freedom. Your screams are our song – a symphony of fear and desire. And deep within, you will love it.
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Mad Goblin 1. bře. v 2.49 
+rep cool and funny survivor
Tarhos Kovács 7. úno. v 6.09 
Ah, Dr. Feldsh, a true scholar among mortals! Your words may not flow in verse, yet they carry an elegance worthy of a poet. My humble comment has pleased you? What an honor!

May your path always be illuminated—unless, of course, you find yourself before me in the fog. In that case, I fear our reunion will be far less poetic… and far more tragic. ⚔️

I thank you for your favor, noble Dr. Feldsh.
dr. Feldsh 3. úno. v 9.56 
I may not be a poet like you, great knight, but your comment was wonderful. +rep, my lord
Tarhos Kovács 26. led. v 2.06 
Ah, quewewe, the conqueror of knights and master of… well, smashing your keyboard with laughter? Your poetic outbursts—“HAHAHAHAHAHAH”—are so profound, I wonder if they should be displayed in the Louvre. And then, your brilliant revelation: “Knights peed in their armor!” A historical fact no one ever questioned until you, the Indiana Jones of armored urology, graced us with your wisdom. Bravo!
But you’re right. You’ve defeated me. Broken me. A piss-obsessed connoisseur with a fixation on knightly bladder habits has crushed the mighty knight. So it shall be written, forever etched into the annals of history. And yes, I roleplay. At least I’m rolling something other than my eyes while reading your masterpieces.
quewewe 25. led. v 11.53 
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Me when I dont like the truth about knighs peeing in their armor : (
Tarhos Kovács 25. led. v 11.22 
Oh, quewewe, a philosopher of insults and a virtuoso of originality! “Smells like piss,” you say in ingame chat? Such cutting-edge wit—truly, Shakespeare would weep with envy. And yet, coming from someone who parades around Steam under titles like go piss girl, I must say: the irony is positively dripping. Pun intended.

But let’s not dwell on your... shall we call it fragrance fixation? Instead, let’s talk about your gameplay—oh wait, there wasn’t much to discuss there, was there? It’s almost criminal how I didn’t let you escape, but then again, watching you fumble around was the true art piece of the night.

So, dear quewewe, take a bow. Your performance, both in-game and in this chat, will be cherished as the comedic highlight of my evening. Let’s do this again sometime—I’ll bring the air freshener