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Tyr
Name
Tyr of Abdera
Tyr of Abdera
Height
Very Tall (38)
Very Tall (38)
Fur Color
Hickory, Light Fawn and Ivory
Hickory, Light Fawn and Ivory
Sex & Gender
Male
Male
Weight
Heavy (72kg)
Heavy (72kg)
Eyes
Shamrock
Shamrock
Age
6 years (2018-01-13)
6 years (2018-01-13)
Build
Athletic
Athletic
Species
Mixed Heritage, a bastard.
Mixed Heritage, a bastard.
Appearance
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History
He views Freya as a deity/goddess type figure. Tyr feels a pull to her, as if there's a floral scent on the air that he can sense each time he reawakens - sparks in the sky; a beacon. An erotic red-blooded male, he'd never avoid or deny her advances as the Polygamous woman she is, but he has not and never will be seduced emotionally into ignoring his duty as her council. Sex is sex and he is a devote to her law. Of course the last time he awoke, it was in a suspended reality in which Freya had not yet passed into. This left him living without purpose and thus deviating his path of servitude. Tyr was left throwing chaos into the works, especially since he was reincarnated as the love child of a lord and a servant, spat upon by both the common and high societies. It was a sign he thought, that he would come back stronger for his goddess. To learn not to live with a closed mind; a lesson to be learnt so that he wouldn't make the same mistake twice causing death to many and all (at his end, he realised this was not true and instead found joy in the decay to madness).
A mixed breed, though a wolf, he was without purity. He was born of royalty and the slums, classist and a bastard. Something he could not get over in that life or this. One does not come from a silver spoon, a fucking god, to the lowest of low easily. Tyr did what he could, fought for what power he thought he was due. He was taken into to the king's services, the army where he climbed the ranks and hence forth gained a force of his own; this was where he lost his mind. He commanded war wherever he went and this almost changed him completely. He hated the world he had been placed within and hated himself if not more. If he were to die, he would take them all with him into the shadow realm of below the mountain. Within the deep crevices of his mind, he just wished for the day of his sacrifice to come, for him to finally meet his matriarch of the hidden realm. Freya.
The time came during a siege like none other. Tyr and his weakened troops were destined to fall. Months of bloodshed and battle cries had exhausted their supplies and the starving, diseased creatures were put to death by their deceitful allies. Lead by the gods Ares and Moros, his time had finally come. Overwhelmed by the enemy, his armies fell one by one until Tyr himself was speared to the ground by the attack. He was not surprised, he was not scared. He did not cry with fear or sob like the deserters he had executed. Instead the man bared his teeth and looked on without pain as their ripped his stomach open from chest to groin and hung his body from a tree in retribution. His last breath was taken with a grin, maddened by carnage and gluttony.
A mixed breed, though a wolf, he was without purity. He was born of royalty and the slums, classist and a bastard. Something he could not get over in that life or this. One does not come from a silver spoon, a fucking god, to the lowest of low easily. Tyr did what he could, fought for what power he thought he was due. He was taken into to the king's services, the army where he climbed the ranks and hence forth gained a force of his own; this was where he lost his mind. He commanded war wherever he went and this almost changed him completely. He hated the world he had been placed within and hated himself if not more. If he were to die, he would take them all with him into the shadow realm of below the mountain. Within the deep crevices of his mind, he just wished for the day of his sacrifice to come, for him to finally meet his matriarch of the hidden realm. Freya.
The time came during a siege like none other. Tyr and his weakened troops were destined to fall. Months of bloodshed and battle cries had exhausted their supplies and the starving, diseased creatures were put to death by their deceitful allies. Lead by the gods Ares and Moros, his time had finally come. Overwhelmed by the enemy, his armies fell one by one until Tyr himself was speared to the ground by the attack. He was not surprised, he was not scared. He did not cry with fear or sob like the deserters he had executed. Instead the man bared his teeth and looked on without pain as their ripped his stomach open from chest to groin and hung his body from a tree in retribution. His last breath was taken with a grin, maddened by carnage and gluttony.
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TBAPack History
Psychí Deméni ~ EternallyRecent Location
Tyr has most recently been in Alpine Moors, Mountains, Rippling Heights, Tundra, Banesteppe.
Recent Threads
05-21-2022 Slow down, it's a science in Alpine Moors
05-02-2022 Grape Juice in Mountains
04-09-2022 Calming the Beast in Rippling Heights
03-07-2022 Oh ma douce souffrance, in Tundra
12-21-2021 Onwards Monty! in Banesteppe
Skills
Achievements
Art Gallery
Fun Facts
IN CHARACTER
Tyr isn't a bubbly man to say the least but he does have some quirks underneath his fiercely stoic surface. Below you'll find whether he is here or there and what he loathes to love or what he loves to loath.
Disclosure: Please respect that information found here is to remain OOC Knowledge unless witnessed or spoken of IC.
Disclosure: Please respect that information found here is to remain OOC Knowledge unless witnessed or spoken of IC.
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