The Tale Of Tyreal

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The Tale Of Tyreal

Tyreal arrived in Aegis, during a bleak winter. And by arrived, it is meant, born. Tyreal, being male, is a tale man of 6.5 ft high, which means he towers over many a' person. Tyreal was a young man once, blinded by stupidity, and foiled by magic. Many travellers may have noticed his forgotten tower, of which he studied most of his life, this was his only area of sentience and importance. He now lives there, without the know-how to survive properly in the Wild. Tyreal believes himself to be different, because ever since he could remember he heard things, obviously things that others couldn't. Voices if you will. These voices speak in strange languages unknown to anybody Tyreal would tell. But sometimes, the voices make visual contact, this be on the odd occasion. They would speak now in English, and in a understandable context. The Voices would tell Tyreal of their world, and of what is shrouding them, and of their ancient languages. But Tyreal often questions whether or not he is mental deficient, or if what he hears and sees is the truth.

Tyreal also believes he has the ability of knowing people, by looks, actions and speach. He believes he is the perfect Psychologist, as he understand people's pain and loss, even though he has had none since his beginnings.

Now at the age of 100, it seems Tyreal IS different, as he hasn't aged too considerably. Whether this is Witchcraft or perhaps the voices, he has no clues.

Tyreal is clothed in Black Robes, with beige trims, and some grey sections. Not to be mistaken for any other Evil in Aegis, as he speak with an open heart and mind.

-Written by a friend of Tyreal

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