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Name: Tyr (pronounced teer)
Meaning: Deity or God-like being
Age: Young adult
Gender: Male
Height: 90 cm
Weight: 45 kg
Physical description: Tall, powerful, graceful. Tyr exudes the beauty of his lineage- swathes of black fur drift from his form, dark face yielding to fire-born eyes. The volume of his fur (which sweeps at longer length about his neck, back and face) and his great towering height is deceptively intimidating, especially to the smaller wolf. He is not as heavy set and muscular as he seems, and tends towards the leaner end of the build spectrum.

Territory: Stonehaven
Moonphase: Waning Gibbous Moon- The thinker
Ranking: Null
Abilities: None currently

Personality:

[Even-Tempered] . [Soft-spoken] . [Clever] . [Eloquent] . [Unusual] . [Elusive] . [Recluse] . [Introspective] . [Untrusting] . [Cryptic] . [Furtive] . [Haunted]

Composed and even of temperament, Tyr upholds a quiet state of serenity and composure. He resides within his own equilibrium, where his mind- sharp and precocious, trusts in it’s own ability to handle what challenges might come his way. His means of conversing with peers is carefully considered, and his way of articulating himself is surprisingly sensitive and graceful for a wolf so recluse. Though whilst he has a cordial front, he also has a deep-seated and acute comprehension of how the world around him functions, and bases his words off these intuitions and observations. Intuition is something Tyr has a lot of faith in, given his history.
Being antisocial by nature has not been of much benefit to Tyr, and the way he is by simply behaving as he would genuinely can often come across as somewhat unusual to other wolves. Perhaps he’ll stare, hold gazes for a moment too long, ask odd questions all while behaving calm enough to come across as unnerving. Ambiguous and inward, Tyr’s time is often spent alone in pensive thought. He values any space and time he can devote to contemplation.
Tyr’s relationship with his parents has been the only meaningful relationship he’s experienced, and its broken nature has left him reluctant to trust again. For this reason, he is distant with most wolves, never fully committing himself to friendship or love. Not just yet. Harbouring feelings of guilt and regret surrounding his consumption of human flesh haunt him perpetually. Deep down within him, he fears that himself and the island he lives on has been poisoned by that choice to partake in Malaysia’s massacre, and that the flesh he ate that day is still fresh in his belly. Tainting his blood.

History:

The three elders must have been smiling upon the dreaming isle the day Tyr was born, for his birth was that of mystery and surprise; a cryptic pregnancy. Hera and her mate Ambrose had long given up hope on the idea of bearing children, believing Hera to be barren after trying for a litter during their young adult lives.
How blessed they were to receive this gift, under the warm glow of the August sun.

Tyr’s puphood was spent under the careful watch of his parents, who obsessed over their precious son and sheltered him in their thoughts and beliefs. Hera and Ambrose were a deeply spiritual pair, and had long believed in the godhood the wolves of Álmos were entitled too. This underlying lust for power and godship was something taught into the young wolf. He didn’t know otherwise, nor did he entertain the idea of some otherness.
It was as Tyr rose to his first year that Malaysia began to make herself known, whispering in the ears of those who would listen to her tales and promises of magic. And of course, Hera and Ambrose listened with great intent and anticipation. How delicious was that elusive idea of magic, so close that Malaysia’s followers could almost taste it. Almost.
Tyr was there on that fated day on the beach front, he too feasted on the human flesh, drunk on the massacre and violent atmosphere. It was only when he paused to look, to take a step back, did he realise his error. The image of these wolves, feasting hungrily and savagely on the two legged creatures, sickened him to the core. If this was what his parents meant by godhood, if this was what that looked like, he wanted no part in it. For the first time in his young life, Tyr decided on an idea not imparted by his parents.
Regardless of his disgust Tyr follows his parents after the feasting, though makes himself as inconspicuous as possible, stewing in a state of fretful anxiety and regret; feelings which he cannot place or explain in words. Its the first wave of deaths which seem to set these anxieties in stone. Tyr is sure that their actions have poisoned the island, and ultimately doomed themselves along with it. It's then that Tyr chooses to confide in his parents, sharing his feelings of fear and dread in the hopes that they’d ease his worries. He didn’t get the response he desired. His words are swiftly dismissed and hushed, Hera and Ambrose being deeply embarrassed by their son’s behaviour, deeming him ungrateful and too young to understand the honour which has been bestowed upon them.

Tyr withdraws completely into himself, developing into a strange and recluse young wolf, seeming only to keep companionship with himself. He trusts no one, and try as they might, Hera and Ambrose are unable to sway their son with honeyed words and whispers of magic and power. The second wave of deaths claims more lives, including that of Hera and Ambrose. Tyr flees the Kol wordlessly, without reflecting on or mourning the loss of his parents. He doesn’t look back, not once.
Seeking refuge from the magic tempting beings that were Malaysia and her followers, Tyr finds himself tentatively welcomed into the Tundes, where he spends his time dwelling the background of the unfolding chaos. Each unexplained death fanned the flames of guilt and regret for his actions. His fear shifts into a quiet hatred for magic. Hatred the Kol, and for Malaysia.

The death of Osirus came with a choice. Stay passive, or fight against that which had been a constant scourge to his existence. For the first time in his young life, Tyr takes an active step towards the pursuit of peace, and embarks for Stonehaven.

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Description

Basics

Name: Tyr (pronounced teer)
Meaning: Deity or God-like being
Age: Young adult
Gender: Male
Height: 90 cm
Weight: 45 kg
Physical description: Tall, powerful, graceful. Tyr exudes the beauty of his lineage- swathes of black fur drift from his form, dark face yielding to fire-born eyes. The volume of his fur (which sweeps at longer length about his neck, back and face) and his great towering height is deceptively intimidating, especially to the smaller wolf. He is not as heavy set and muscular as he seems, and tends towards the leaner end of the build spectrum.

Territory: Stonehaven
Moonphase: Waning Gibbous Moon- The thinker
Ranking: Null
Abilities: None currently

Personality:

[Even-Tempered] . [Soft-spoken] . [Clever] . [Eloquent] . [Unusual] . [Elusive] . [Recluse] . [Introspective] . [Untrusting] . [Cryptic] . [Furtive] . [Haunted]

Composed and even of temperament, Tyr upholds a quiet state of serenity and composure. He resides within his own equilibrium, where his mind- sharp and precocious, trusts in it’s own ability to handle what challenges might come his way. His means of conversing with peers is carefully considered, and his way of articulating himself is surprisingly sensitive and graceful for a wolf so recluse. Though whilst he has a cordial front, he also has a deep-seated and acute comprehension of how the world around him functions, and bases his words off these intuitions and observations. Intuition is something Tyr has a lot of faith in, given his history.
Being antisocial by nature has not been of much benefit to Tyr, and the way he is by simply behaving as he would genuinely can often come across as somewhat unusual to other wolves. Perhaps he’ll stare, hold gazes for a moment too long, ask odd questions all while behaving calm enough to come across as unnerving. Ambiguous and inward, Tyr’s time is often spent alone in pensive thought. He values any space and time he can devote to contemplation.
Tyr’s relationship with his parents has been the only meaningful relationship he’s experienced, and its broken nature has left him reluctant to trust again. For this reason, he is distant with most wolves, never fully committing himself to friendship or love. Not just yet. Harbouring feelings of guilt and regret surrounding his consumption of human flesh haunt him perpetually. Deep down within him, he fears that himself and the island he lives on has been poisoned by that choice to partake in Malaysia’s massacre, and that the flesh he ate that day is still fresh in his belly. Tainting his blood.

History:

The three elders must have been smiling upon the dreaming isle the day Tyr was born, for his birth was that of mystery and surprise; a cryptic pregnancy. Hera and her mate Ambrose had long given up hope on the idea of bearing children, believing Hera to be barren after trying for a litter during their young adult lives.
How blessed they were to receive this gift, under the warm glow of the August sun.

Tyr’s puphood was spent under the careful watch of his parents, who obsessed over their precious son and sheltered him in their thoughts and beliefs. Hera and Ambrose were a deeply spiritual pair, and had long believed in the godhood the wolves of Álmos were entitled too. This underlying lust for power and godship was something taught into the young wolf. He didn’t know otherwise, nor did he entertain the idea of some otherness.
It was as Tyr rose to his first year that Malaysia began to make herself known, whispering in the ears of those who would listen to her tales and promises of magic. And of course, Hera and Ambrose listened with great intent and anticipation. How delicious was that elusive idea of magic, so close that Malaysia’s followers could almost taste it. Almost.
Tyr was there on that fated day on the beach front, he too feasted on the human flesh, drunk on the massacre and violent atmosphere. It was only when he paused to look, to take a step back, did he realise his error. The image of these wolves, feasting hungrily and savagely on the two legged creatures, sickened him to the core. If this was what his parents meant by godhood, if this was what that looked like, he wanted no part in it. For the first time in his young life, Tyr decided on an idea not imparted by his parents.
Regardless of his disgust Tyr follows his parents after the feasting, though makes himself as inconspicuous as possible, stewing in a state of fretful anxiety and regret; feelings which he cannot place or explain in words. Its the first wave of deaths which seem to set these anxieties in stone. Tyr is sure that their actions have poisoned the island, and ultimately doomed themselves along with it. It's then that Tyr chooses to confide in his parents, sharing his feelings of fear and dread in the hopes that they’d ease his worries. He didn’t get the response he desired. His words are swiftly dismissed and hushed, Hera and Ambrose being deeply embarrassed by their son’s behaviour, deeming him ungrateful and too young to understand the honour which has been bestowed upon them.

Tyr withdraws completely into himself, developing into a strange and recluse young wolf, seeming only to keep companionship with himself. He trusts no one, and try as they might, Hera and Ambrose are unable to sway their son with honeyed words and whispers of magic and power. The second wave of deaths claims more lives, including that of Hera and Ambrose. Tyr flees the Kol wordlessly, without reflecting on or mourning the loss of his parents. He doesn’t look back, not once.
Seeking refuge from the magic tempting beings that were Malaysia and her followers, Tyr finds himself tentatively welcomed into the Tundes, where he spends his time dwelling the background of the unfolding chaos. Each unexplained death fanned the flames of guilt and regret for his actions. His fear shifts into a quiet hatred for magic. Hatred the Kol, and for Malaysia.

The death of Osirus came with a choice. Stay passive, or fight against that which had been a constant scourge to his existence. For the first time in his young life, Tyr takes an active step towards the pursuit of peace, and embarks for Stonehaven.

OOC:

Contact Preference: Discord or google docs
Random Events: Opt in!
Timezone: GMT+1

Activity Log: