A juggernaut of a man - large enough to carry a pony under his arm as if it were naught but a pup- Tyr’s incredible stature, his powerful, imposing figure with his mighty axe have engendered comparisons to their people’s greatest chief- Beorn. His hair is especially long- down past even his waist- as more bear than man; his clan will not cut their hair.
A trailblazing chieftain and ferocious warrior, Tyr is commonly at least half naked, sporting a tattooed and scarred form of muscle hard as mithril. When propriety demands it; the blackened boiled leather and animal skins are his preference. Much more cosmopolitan than his forebearers in bartering with other realms of men he has been given such things as gold, jewels, and other modern finery. As such, he wears a belt of gold when a special occasion demands it- and a necklace of troll and orc teeth that he removed from those he killed with his bare hands, as a display of just how formidable a warrior he is. His mighty war ax is said to be so large most man cannot lift it.
While many of his line have been hard, severe and grim, Tyr is a passionate, like great Tulkas in human form; he fights with passion, loves with passion, and hates with passion. A gigantic man of equally herculean appetites, he loves nothing more than women, mead, and a good fight. He can fight for days with a smile on his face, nonstop. Tyr loves the hunt- while most hunt beasts, he prefers to hunt orc! He laughs heartily, loves deeply and fights fiercely.
As one might expect of Bear Kin- temper is volcanic! He is a wild, adventurous soul who enjoys seeing the wide world and all it has to offer! a genial, loyal, hardy, and honorable man to the core. He holds great respect for warriors and survivors of great hardship, and like many of his people has an antipathy for those who abuse and destroy the resources of the world- chief among these the dwarves. Tyr has an even greater hatred for those of the shadow.
Despite this; he feels a great kinship and reverence for the natural world, and those who keep the natural order- he is more tolerant of houses of the elves typically- and can commune with animals as if they were people. Though most would only see a giant savage bear man when they look upon him, he is as warm to his friends as he is hateful to his enemies.
Parents: Bor and Astrid Siblings: Bjarke Partner: None Children: None
Tyr has the distinction of being the final generation of northman- often called “Beorning” coqually by outsiders for the ability to skin change as kin to the hero Beorn, who fought in the battle of the Five armies- to be born within the adopted home of Beorn.
As a young cub Tyr was able to explore a larger, greater, safer world than any generation of his people before, as the Ring of Power had been destroyed by a coalition of free people. The Wood Elf King had negotiated that the people of the Carrock and the woodmen could occupy the area called Mirkwood in peace, understanding, and brotherhood. Since this day, the bear kin has held other men and those two kings in higher esteem than ever they had.
Emboldened by the new, free world about them, a youthful, vigorous and intrepid generation of Beornings began to explore and settle in any and all places previously closed to them due to their scarcity and isolationist beliefs. Many a great hall was constructed throughout Mirkwood.
In the midst of this great exploration was Tyr, known not only for his wanderlust and prowess with fist, claw, teeth, and axe but for his adventurous spirit! Tyr had helped secure all the roads from Rivendell to Dale- he brawled with the remaining agents of the shadow: men from the east, trolls, and orcs. In time his great strength and fierce heart earned him the sobriquet “orc smasher” and “troll bane". He was the first Beorning to sleep under the canopy of the Fangorn forest, enjoy the hospitality of the Elves and see Minas Tirith!
As their number came to explore this great untapped land, he was chosen as his people’s chief, a great honor for a young man of only 25. Before he knew it, he would soon be summoned to the court of Elessar Telcontar. Having heard great tales of the man- and more impressed by the white cities than he might otherwise admit- he offered his services as a warrior, only to be asked to be an ambassador of his people, a small minority in a kingdom of reunited men and free peoples- but still one that the great king had need and respect for.
The two men bonded much over their shared times in the wilds and mutual love of the natural world, the king became a great admirer of his people's most famous delicacy: honey-cakes. Though they knew one another for a short time, grief genuinely shook Tyr upon the king's passing. So much so that he left his prized necklace of troll and orc teeth upon the king's road where the two had first met, burying it deeply.