Tyra's Bio

Character Name: Tyra
Nationality: Norwegian
Occupation: Young Warrior
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Eyes: Dark
Hair: Dark
Height: 5' 7"
Weight 110lbs

Skills: very agile upon foot, 'er body young an well fit..swimming in water or walkin on land.. takin long treks through the mountains to find food or shelter. practicing still yet with the weapons she carries..let alone the ones she's stolen from time to time..her Uncle (Brother) had trained 'er well to be quick and too the point.

Feats: 102 full moons (8 1/2 years old), her first human kill had taken place near the river of 'er 'ome..leavin a sour feelin within her gut yet she showed no remorse nor ana feelin as she stared into the man's huge cold dyin eyes..'im lookin up from the ground..unbelievin for a child 'er age to understand the knowledge of a weapon..self defense it was..escapin possible death or slavery. a few scars still remind 'er she's not the best an practice only makes perfect.

Disposition: pleasant most of the time, yet too the point..havin a very bad temper..she's learnin to control it better with age. her nature can change quick agin her enemy though that untamed smile is good for lurerin them closer.

Description: abit tall an lanky with long toned legs, her frame small yet unintimidated by the enemy, givin 'er an edge with her opponent..long dark hair, eyes dark yet they can turn almost black, shining with mischief, anger, a look given, burnin a hole through their soul if needed..all grown up now of 240 full moons (20 years old)..an bein taught thoroughout 'er life..she's learnin to adapt better with others since her Uncle (Brother) had taken her off to sea.. travelin in different parts of the world.

Weapons: broadsword cut in length to fit 'er size yet still thick..dagger strapped to her right thigh..another one strapped to the outside of 'er right pelt boot as well as carrying a slingshot as it hung from 'er swordbelt.. carryin a bow she wasn't half bad makin 'er marks. a small pouch of herbs swung from 'er swordbelt as well..deadly or to heal she carried ..makin the most of her survival beneficial.

(History) ~a blonde haired ..dark eyed babe wrapped an ready t'be strapped to 'er Mother's back layed propped up upon the ground..behind 'er mother's legs an agin a tree..dust flyin all 'round..cryin to the top of 'er lungs while 'er Mother fought along side 'er family helpin to protect 'er tribe..as many times they'd been raided down o'er the years was unaccountable ..'er blood bein killed off..one by one or as a group nae mattered to the dark raiders who meddled makin 'er family's hell a livin nightmare..dark eyes confused..showed bein frightened as the lil babe shook with each squaw....'er Mother's head had been severed as her long mane hit the ground rollin ..the raiders picked the bundle of screams up an turned towards the river..special instructions was given with only a nod from the two to drown the babe as the they then took off on horseback ..one with Tyra strapped to 'is back..he turned to see the other one's horse plunge to the ground head first with a loud whinny ..as if bein tripped ..some of the villagers of 'er tribe..jumpin out of the brush stabbin 'im..'er cry silenced quickly as dirty tears streamed down 'er tiny cheeks.. watchin the event so young an curiously yet not understandin..bouncin 'round yet tied good into 'er wrappins..the ride 'ad brought 'er sleepy eyes closed as the raider kicked 'is horse..makin 'im jump across a small gorge an be off scot free of danger ..deeper within the forest~

~once at the river's edge he untied the sleepin bundle an slipped the wrappin infant back 'round as his emotionless gaze stared at 'er for one last time..'earin a noise his head raised up..eyes glancin quickly ..but jus long enough t'feel the affects of a huge war hammer plowin 'ard between his eyes..demarkin 'im an breakin 'is neck as it jerked 'im backwards off the rock..hand lettin go of the wrap..'er almost hittin the ground as blood splattered afar an all o'er her..gettin jerked a lil from the catch..an startled..'er sleepy darks opened up as she stared blankly into 'er Uncle's deep blue eyes..closin hers back slowly she then drifted off yet again..nae knowin 'er life 'ad jus been saved~

~growin up was very eventful for Tyra..learnin the ways of the sword er jus anathin she could get 'er young mischevious 'ands on as 'er Uncle 'ad taken 'er in at such a young age..she'd learned on 'er own to call 'im brother..he'd nod an answer..givin 'er no real reason to ask further questions..treatin 'er more so like a daughter an well protected of 'er..travelin 'round until she came back to Iceland with him..once there 'er Brother found someone special..the washerwoman..who acted like royalty as she helped Tyra's ways quite enormously growin up an maturin into a young teen..showin her how t'be mannerly and properly respected..as well as dressed...gettin a dress on Tyra was a miracle at first.. an her lips wrinkled of the apparel as she tried to walk an stumbled a few times tellin 'er new sister in law she'd 'ave t'learn 'ow t'walk all o'er again..could she ever become a lady was a question formed on 'er sister in law's twisted lips..yet the huge dress could hide some of 'er weapons well she thought..but it was time for Tyra t'be on 'er own now as she grabbed up 'er weapons..then took off out in the world alone~

~trekkin a long ways from 'er own kind ..comin to a river for a drink..she'd traveled far an managed to find 'erself near the grounds of Castle MacLarren. Intrigued over the Castle in the distance..the grounds.. everywhere she looked..mountains..rivers and fields..a cold day it was..she then headed for the Castle in search of some kind of work..findin the people of this wonderful place verra nice..a lovely 'ome it seemed t'be~