Character Name: Tyyr Black Eladrin.
Nickname: Ty.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Grade: Senior
Subject: N/A.
Race: Witch
Play-by: Kristof Kralik.
Appearance:

Tyyr is well built, muscled and lean like a swimmer, or a runner, but don’t let his lean appearance fool you. He’s no pansy, nor is he weak. He is far stronger than you’d expect from those lean muscles along his length, and it’s not something he openly advertises, it’s just there. His features are hard, chiseled and without much give, like the rest of his body. His hair is most often kept short, dark, near black, brown in color, and cut in something akin to a military style haircut. His eyes are a deep, dark blue, noticeably darkening with certain emotions, among which include anger and passion. His skin is a light tan, maintaining the same color nearly year round, and the only time it ever darkens is if he spends almost an entire month in the sun, something he’s done before, actually. Ty has multiple tattoos. He has a few on his upper right arm, random symbols that mean something only to himself, and then over his left side ribcage he has a thick black circle. On the inside of his right arm he also has a tattoo of yet another thing that is meaningless other than to himself. Tyyr stands in at 6’1, and weighs 175 pounds. Around his neck he wears a pair of dog tags he got from a loved one, though he absolutely refuses to say who, no matter the person asking. His most beloved possession could ask and he’d still most likely say no. He has the bad habit of smoking, but since he doesn’t care that it’s bad for those around him, he has no intention of stopping. As such his clothes often smell minty and like strong detergent since he washes his clothes frequently.

Personality:

• Dominant.
  • Tyyr is a dominant bastard. It’s not meant to be funny, nor a joke. There simply is no standing against him in anything similar to a dominant way. He is the alpha male. No one else is allowed to challenge him for said position despite the fact that he isn’t actually an animal of any kind. Ironic, isn’t it that he acts more like a canid, a wolf of some sort, or even a were, but his body is that of a warlock. Submission is something he likes to see, even if it isn’t necessarily all out, as long as he knows that any person isn’t trying to dominate him then he doesn’t mind…for the most part. He’s not above doing whatever it takes to earn submission from those around him, and that’s what makes him dangerous.
  
  
• Sexy.
  • His allure is undeniable. Maybe it’s because of his self-confidence despite parental issues. Maybe it’s just because of his looks. Sure he isn’t perfection, but given his mother’s history as a model, he is model material. As a matter of fact, he actually has done several gigs his mother’s hooked up for him, gigs that he’s done just for the fun of it, of cowing everyone into submission. He dropped the profession simply because it didn’t give him the thrill he was looking for, and he moved on.
  
  
• Bad Boy.
  • Typical bad boy to the bone. His dominance leaves no room for anything other than this bad, dark type of persona, and as such he fits this to the tee. Out of habit, he takes the darker paths, playing with fire among other things, not to mention fighting fire with fire. He has yet to find someone who would dare try to dominant him, and he simply won’t allow it if he does. See, perhaps there is a more dominant individual out there, but he would sooner kill than submit, and as such, the only person he’d ever submit to is one he trusts with his life, and more, and even then it would take a long stretch.
  
  
• Rebellious.
  • Tyyr, out of habit, along with most everything he does, rebels at any and every opportunity. Of course, if it takes more energy than what he’d get out of it, he won’t bother to waste his precious time and energy, and as such would move on. But since he doesn’t like orders for the most part, because getting ordered around implies a higher level of dominance, he rebels often. Honestly, some may think they have a handle on him, but that’s only because it suits him to follow along for the moment.
  
  
• Strong-Willed.
  • When Ty claims something as his, it’s his. Inanimate or not, person or not, it’s his. He particularly likes laying claim to those he takes to bed. But at best they’re temporary, until he’s found another to hold his attentions, or if they become a bit too mouthy for his liking. See, he likes em submissive, or if not submissive then open to whatever he wants, and if not, maybe, occasionally he likes a good little rough and tumble in the bed, but only once in a while. He likes getting rough but not getting roughed up. Anything beyond what he wants is a no go. Anything he considers his is also strictly under his protection. Ty will fiercely protect those he considers his property, and while it’s insulting to some, it really works in their benefit for the most part.
  
  
• Intelligent.
  • Despite his outward attitude, Tyyr is very intelligent, seeing things through matured eyes. He understands nearly anything shoved at him, and is good at nearly anything he does, but for the most part his rebellious attitudes throw him into the group at the low end of the academic food chain. Something he doesn’t often appreciate, but he makes sure it’s known that his academic position means nothing towards his IQ level.

History:

Tyyr’s parents were famous, publicly the perfect couple to walk this earth. People worshipped the feet they walked on, and fangirls and boys couldn’t get enough of everything they did. See, his father was a wrestler, famous in his sport and was known to frequent others beds often. And not just of the female gender either. His mother on the other hand was a model, famous as well and uncaring about who she took to bed. Both were frisky, going wherever they wanted, doing whoever they wanted. But that lifestyle began to grow old, or rather, it began to grow old to the public. They didn’t want two people who showed little care for anything but how good they got in the bedroom, so publicity started to flag. Until one day his mother happened to meet his father at a wrestling match, where her photographer had wanted some pictures taken with an actual wrestler. His dad being the most famous out of the bunch had been chosen. And from then on they hit it off.

The public loved them, for they seemed to make the ‘perfect’ couple. It was sickening to those truly knew them, saw the lack of love between them, and knew of their adventures into others’ bedrooms. But they were discreet, and always returned to the same bed in the end, and therefore it wasn’t much of a surprise given their habits that a baby came along. Tyyr happened to be that unfortunate baby. From the moment of his birth he was passed into the arms of the nurses and that was about the last time his parents had so much as acknowledged his presence. He grew up among tutors and babysitters, general people who were paid to care for one, not because they wanted. His parents continued with their amorous activities, as well as their general activities, though with the former they were far more careful, and life went on.

Ty grew up to become a troublesome kid slowly but surely. The only time, he learned, that he could get his parents’ attentions was when they were forced to visit the principal’s office, or talk to teachers about his misconducts, and as such that was how he began to turn darker, more rebellious, desiring affection and attention so much so that he went to all extents to get it. Eventually it became so bad that his parents started giving him a large allowance, which served to do the opposite, giving Tyyr fuel to buy more things, do illegal things, such as smoking. He took up smoking because it made his parents complain of the smell and how unhealthy it was for them as inhaling it secondhand. Ty of course, having no desire to kill himself early out of spite, found a spell that strengthened his lungs and body against the ill effects of nicotine, as well as other drugs. Each time he used or got high or smoked, he’d feel the ‘good’ effects, but his body would remain the same afterwards, with the exception that he’d develop nightmares. The stronger the drug, the stronger the nightmare.

However, the nightmares didn’t begin manifesting noticeably until he got a bit older, and that was when the sleep walking began. When he began sleepwalking, he’d often wake with a headache or unexplained cuts and bruises that sometimes even looked as if he’d gotten into a brawl. Once or twice he’s woken up covered in blood and other things of that type, making him wonder if perhaps he’s killed something. But since the nightmares make it harder for him to sleep, he has a nasty temper, not to mention it gets worse with less sleep. His parents caught wind of this eventually, a long time after it started, but they got it in their heads that he was doing it on purpose, and shipped him off to Cry Wolf High so he could learn to control himself.

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