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Name: Tyr
Alias: None
Gender: Male
Age: 18,031
Race: Giant Wolf
Allegiance: Bryte
Region: Outskirts of Gryne
Weapons: Greenish tinted diamond claws. Within in two front claws, one on each paw, there is embedded two powerful stones, one of which calls to him the power of lightning, the other to which allows him to camouflage himself in his surroundings.
Occupation: High council member and whatever or wherever his whims direct him.
Powers: Speaking telepathically, and he wears a tattered white rope and tassel collar that when touched by another, causes them to, in their head, relive their lives. Tyr can ask questions and get truthful answers…however the drawback is that they tell it only how they truthfully remember it, which may not always be correct. Also the last thing is he has the ability to lengthen his life. His large sweeping tail is decorated by many, many hidden braids found underneath a layer of his soft coat that a sorcerer had given him. Every time he undoes a braid he is rejuvenated back to the wolf he was in the prime of his life…and he had a very long life to begin with for a wolf. He wisely keeps his braids a secret.
Description: Tyr’s massiveness has often been described by others as that of a medium sized dragon. His fur is softer than that of the coarse fur that you often find on regular giant wolves, and black as the starless night sky. It never seems to lose its glossy sheen even when he is wrestling in the dirt. His claws are green tinted diamond with eyes to match. When he shoots his magnificent lightning it seems to originate from his eyes and claws. The sharp contrast of the white rope and tassel collar and his dark coat make his already intimidating presence quite impressive.
Personality: Where most wolves like to stay in packs he roamed alone, not caring particularly for any company except the sorcerer’s. He normally wanders near Gryne hoping to pick off the evil beings closer to the border of the forest. He doesn’t like eating live beings and doesn’t for about as long as he can stand it, but he is a born hunter and craves meat. Tyr has a passionate love of books and children yet he would never let you know about the latter unless you were close to him. He feels that he must preserve justice for the sake of books and children, though those are not his only reasons. Books need a safe place to be stored somewhere and children need a safe place to play. Though he may be just a large teddy bear to children, you will find that he has no leniency with most adults. If they hadn’t learned by now how to behave or be intelligent then he feels like he must discipline. Also, he likes to pop in on his fellow wolves when they begin to think that Tyr might only be a legend.
History: When Tyr was a young wolf cub a sorcerer of the old magic named Kowai picked him up from the edges of Gryne. The sorcerer never knew why such a young pup would have ended up there, much less how. Kowai decided it would be better to keep the wolf with him and out of the possible harm that only Gryne had to offer one so young. Once at his home he gave Tyr a white rope and tassel collar. As Tyr matured much of his young life he does not remember, probably because the sorcerer was busy altering him. He only knows that he loved Kowai during that time, very much. He took care of him, fed him, and played with him. He also taught him much of what he knew of the old magic that a wolf could possibly learn.
One night Kowai came in and asked Tyr when he was about 79 years old if he would like to be able to be immortal…or almost. Being the intelligent animal that he was he considered for many days. Immortality might drive him insane, but if it wasn’t necessarily immortality, just almost, then that may work out for him. The wolf approached the sorcerer one night in his house and gave him his “yes”. Kowai acted at once so that Tyr had not the time to change his mind, and Tyr does not remember much for about a month. Only going in and out of consciousness. When he awoke he was still 79, but Kowai looked like he could have been 150. Tyr picked him up from the stone floor where he had collapsed and laid him on the bed and nursed him back to health. A few days later the sorcerer emerged from his room and looked like he was 20 years old again. He sat down with Tyr and explained to him what he had done, how he was to use it and when, he had explained his braids to him.
At 79 Tyr’s fur was as white as snow. When he turned 87 and was close to being laid upon his deathbed. He reluctantly untied a braid. The pain of his first time to do so was so excruciating that he passed out. When he woke the next day he was as black as the starless night. And he had energy and was muscular once more. Kowai came to him again and told him that he would not feel the pain again. That night Tyr needed meat so he set out to the outskirts of Gryne as was his custom when he felt the cravings. Upon returning to the sorcerer’s home he found Kowai splattered on the walls and floor…of every single room. What could have been more powerful than the sorcerer, and so damn merciless? There was a terrible stink left behind from the attacker. Tyr did not rest until he had avenged his only father. Tyr would never tell what it had been that had killed Kowai because he had to relive the long lost memories every time.
By that time Tyr was 746. He had nothing to do after that and still felt the emptiness of loss in the pit of his stomach. He felt useless, there was nothing to take up the time he now had. He traveled to Linwe, since it was a magical community, first and spent most of his time in the libraries reading. Letting the books take him away from the present. Once he had read them all he solemnly traveled to Arionette and devoured one library book after another, trying to forget. He was then exactly 10,000 years old. The day he decided to leave Arionette he stumbled haplessly upon a tall woman with glowing eyes. She approached him and he just stood there, not really minding if she fell upon him with claws out and teeth bared. But she didn’t, she only looked at him and spoke softly within his mind. They conversed for one month, no sleeping or eating, neither required it and could go without for large lengths of time, there in the small valley below Arionette. He had liked her, for she was like no one else. She knew what she was about and she knew the old magic which associated her with Kowai. She knew older magic, but what really appealed to him was her knowledge about, well, everything. He had read every book in the libraries at Linwe and Arionette. It would take an eternity to find out everything this wonderful woman knew. But Tyr, studying his braids had time, perhaps not an eternity but time enough to make a difference and perhaps learn a large chunk of what Skadi the High Priestess knew. After their month of in-depth conversation, Skadi left him to do what she did and whatever that was he did not know and cared not to question. He felt somewhat more content in the world again.
Tyr went back to Foxfire, the place of his birth. Of course none remembered him here and all were skeptical. But none dared touch the wolf with the diamond green eyes and stark white collar. After five years they all looked to him and he became the Alpha male. After one wolf’s lifetime he left not wanting to cause suspicion. Upon exiting foxfire, he went to face his memories at Kowai’s home. From a distance he could see that residence had been taken up in the house. Angered, he catapulted from his position. He planned to rip their hearts out. As he rounded the corner of the house he stopped short. Well he tried to. There were two young toddlers in the kept yard playing blissfully. Hurtling above their heads so that he would not trample them he came to a stop. The children, being ignorant like children were, did not fear him and just watched. Tyr was intrigued by their fearlessness and was drawn to them. He approached them and nuzzled them gently. They immediately yanked his soft ears and laughed. He gave them a stern look and realized that they probably could not tell the difference anyhow and relented. He lay down and cuddled them, letting them play at their leisure. Then he heard the yelling. Their parents rushed out immediately with weapons screaming at him. He wined for them to stop and spoke to them in his mind. Be still for I shall not harm the unaccountable. The parents stopped. Tyr never spoke to them like that again however.
Tyr cautiously sniffed the air. He knew that scent. Ears perking up happily he ran towards the scent were he found Skadi waiting once more. Again they conversed of life’s events and deeper things of which should not be discussed casually. Once again Skadi left him to himself. He went back to the family and lived with them to the end of the children’s days. After that he roamed aimlessly, wanting to do something that he had never done. He lived in all the great cities, reading their books. Then on the day that he felt the cravings once more he was in Linwe. Tyr traveled relentlessly to Gryne again, where he found none other than the High Priestess waiting for him, along with the honored members of the High Council. Once he had been sated. She and the others spoke to him, this time in more regal business-like tones. They requested of him to be a member of the High Council. Tyr was 18,030 when this occurred. He accepted the offer finding that being of the High Council was his calling.
Other: Tyr loves the intellectual and prizes the young and their blissful ignorance. However, he also believes in the necessary. He WILL do whatever is necessary.
Sample Role Play: The children were now in their younger teens. They like to try to find Tyr without him knowing and surprise him, or tackle him. He let them think sometimes that they had found him or caught him by surprise, it was no fun for them or him if they didn’t sometimes. He only spoke to them, never their parents. They had been foolish from the first moment he had met them. They had also tried to discipline him like a house dog! They had learned to never do that again.
Tyr crouched lower in the closet shared by the children, behind the wooden box he had to move to be able to fit. They were playing hide-and-seek. The younger of the two, Kayla, came around to try to find him. She even looked in the closet and could not find him. Kayla moved on to try and find her brother. Try noiselessly jumped out of the closet and followed right behind her. She never noticed until she decided to run back to base to see if anyone had made it. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Tyr standing their smiling (teeth bared). She whacked him playfully in his shoulder blade and he ducked and ran underneath her legs, stood up and ran. She was laughing loudly until she tumbled off right in front of her brother so that she could jump up and chase him.
Thanks alot Tyr! He heard in his mind and chuckled at them.
Abruptly he stopped and tested the air, his taught body rigid. He smelled smoke in larger quantities than if it was just coming from the fire place. Bolting through the wooden door and slamming it closed with his back leg (children did not need to see what might happen) he saw them. Brigands had come to burn the house down. HIS house. Tyr growled so loudly that the rocks under his padded feet shifted. They all saw him and came at Tyr with their bows and rusty swords, giving sound to their intentions as they approached. Anger welled up in him. They must have come and wanted him for their prize. He channeled the power of his anger upon them. The heavens immediately lit up, bathing the assailants in terrifying light. Tyr’s black hair stood on end as he called his swift death from the sky. He ripped them to pieces. As the lightning struck its targets Tyr bounded forth between the bolts and tore their brittle throats from their foolish bodies, slashing their stomachs open and spilling their innards as he passed. The sound of the lightning strikes rang in his ears and shook the ground. It was over in less than a minute, or he thought it was; in the distance he could see a shadow looming ever closer. Tyr readied himself for the onslaught.
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Tyr, Great Wolf and High Council Member
