Thyra MacErald

• a.k.a.
• Age: 16
• Marital Status: Single.
• Occupation: Trainee
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• Residence: Dalereuth
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• Politics: Doesn't know much about them but is willing to learn.
• Personality: Quiet, shy, eager to learn new things
• Strengths: Thyra can ride a horse, fight with a knife a little, knit, embroider, and sew her own clothing. She knows a little `field medicine' as taught by her father [ex-mercenary].
• Weaknesses: Fresh-baked bread, hungry kittens, frightened children, old horses.
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• Appearance: On the tall side of middle height, very slender, soft silvery curls frame a heart-shaped face. Huge silvery blue eyes. Can almost look like a young boy under certain circumstances. One-quarter chieri, Thyra has six fingers and toes.
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• Other Information: Ian MacErald had been Thyra's whole world for as long as she can remember. He was her safe haven when she skinned her knees, stuck her finger with a needle in her first attempts at embroidery, burned her first breakfast, when she fell from his old horse in learning how to ride. From time to time, Ian would make strange marks on paper, smile softly, and then lock them away in a box with no lock. No matter how hard Thyra tried, she could never open that box… not that it would do her any good as she cannot read [yet]. Ian and Thyra were each other's entire world. One day, just past her 15th birthday, Thyra returned to the tiny cottage they called home from hunting for some herbs for dinner. Ian was sitting at the table, the box locked, smiling a small smile… cold and still. Thyra screamed at him, cried to him, begged him to return to her. Her desperate cries brought the village healer and the mayor. They comforted Thyra as best they could and buried Ian. Thyra was almost __ when the strangers came. The woman claimed kinship with Ian and Thyra, and the mayor welcomed the small group. The Healer had reservations, however, and told Thyra to hide all she felt was important to her. Thyra quickly hid Ian's old short sword, his moneybox, his strange box of papers, and told Ian's old war-trained horse to hide himself, which the old campaigner promptly did. The `stranger kinfolk' moved into the tiny cottage. Shortly thereafter, the woman called to Thyra and told her that she had arranged for Thyra's marriage to one of her distant kin. In fact, he should be there in the next day or so. Oh, and did Dear Ian leave Thyra anything in the way of money or any kind of a fund to take care of Thyra… When Thyra's prospective husband came into the village two days later, Thyra almost died with fright. He was older than her father was! He had cruel eyes, too, as well as roaming hands. Thyra tried to refuse the marriage because you don't marry someone old enough to be your father because he just might BE your father. Thyra was beaten viciously for that remark and locked in her tiny closet. After the unwelcome group had drunk themselves into a drunken stupor, Thyra worked the lock and escaped. She made her way, painfully, to the Healer's cottage--where the Healer discovered that the beating had given Thyra a broken cheekbone and a broken arm as well as a multitude of bruises. The Healer set Thyra's arm, gave her a small packet of food and helped her get out of the village. On the way, Thyra picked up Ian's moneybox, the short sword the lock box, the old horse, and his tack. With the old Healer's help, Thyra got Old Gray saddled and bridled. She mounted him, settled the saddlebags around her, and set off towards Dalereuth, the farthest place she can think of to go, although she has no idea why she should go to Dalereuth.
• Family Tree: Only child of Ian MacErald [seemingly].
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