Taryn had always been a confident girl. She had been adventurous, but kind-hearted. A warrior, but also nurturing. It had been difficult turning her back on her brother to make him face his own demons. She had spent a lot of her childhood trying to protect and shelter him. One day, Taryn finally had enough. She stopped showing up when the boy cried for her, determined for her brother to learn how to stand on his own two feet. She loved Jango dearly and desperately, but her brother was never going to grow if she didn't turn her back on him.

When Jango finally started to grow more confident, Taryn was thrilled. She had thought that it was all her doing, that she had been the one to cause this change in her brother. But when she found out that Jango had simply found someone else to lean on and replace her, Taryn became bitter; harsher. Her words became less kind, and far more cutting. The whole point of pushing Jango out in to the world was so that he could develop a spine. But instead, Jango had simply grown softer.

Now that they were getting older, Taryn had no idea how Jango was going to survive without Fredrich - the baphomet boy that was Jango's new 'saviour', Heh. Taryn couldn't wait until she could be free of the town she grew up in. Get out of her family's house and have a family of her own. It would be spectacular.