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Tyr was a gentle roman poet, though never to be world, let alone well, known.
He lived in a small, humble dwelling near the outskirts of town where his house was situated amidst a rolling plain.
His head was fair sized (as far as heads go) although thinner than most.
With soft, unwavering emerald eyes he stared out at the wonderous world around him.
A short, slightly rounded nose lay centered on his face.
Ears all but invisible underneath his hair, they were just over an inch and a half long. They had smooth, rolling curves that were very well shaped.
His mouth was almost always set ina casual, claming smile, gently curving upwards at each end.
Clean shaven was he with ebony hair, shimmering softly just like the night sky. It was thick, shoulder length, and slightly messy.
He had slightly off-white teeth that were usually seen in some of his more chaming smiles.
Smooth skinned and lightly tanned was this ancient roman poet.
Always seen wearing a midnight black, hooded cloack that slid on and off rather than fold across the stomach to be tied shut. He also wore the hood down; its silky touch a reassurance on cold days.
When he did wear something over his head, it was the hood from his cloak.
He wore for accessories only a leather necklace with a precious gem set on a circular pendant than hung on it.
While sitting, Tyr normally folded his legs up against him as he leaned back slightly against a wall. Walking, he tended to wave fluently through crowds, however, when standing he again resumed his relaxed position, leaning back against a wall or something sturdy.
His voice was light and soft, a spring rain in the harsh world of fire he was held in.
Of average weight, about 150 lbs, and standing just over 5'10".
Lean and slightly muscular, though still weak, he usually kept his body hidden from view.
The first thing normally noticed about Tyr is his dark cloack, unusual considering the climate in which he lived.
A young man, still in his mid twenties, and considered at the peak of his life.
Recalling stories, songs, voices, appearances, and speeches instantly with his excellent memory. He can manipulate his voice at will in order to tell stories with intriguing fluency.
some say that Tyr is an emotional sensor. He seems to be able to tell how people are feeling and play tunes or talk to people in a tone to help soothe them back to a calmer state.
As for his popularity, he is only known in the city streets and back alleys of Rome as 'Anonymous.'
His reputation is as stands: A giving person that only thinks of others, very humble as well.
A love of music and rhyme compels him and he is, more or less, obsessed with them. Spiting anyone that dares to insult or disrespect music.
Though no one really ever knew, Tyr was constantly in a state of lonliness, especially during the empty nights he spent by himself at home.
His favorite saying is "Music is the soul. Changing and evolving as it grows, in order to best fit mankind. Only to live on for eternity afterwards."
Tyr was a very relaxed and laid back man. Never fighting even when aggravated and always keeping his calm smile present. Though when insult came to music, he could harsh in his words.
As far as anyone knew, Tyr's worst act was disobeying a direct order from the king.
His voice was always calm and soothing, except when defending music. Never faltering or wavering, even if he was surprised or angered. Though while performing he could alter his voice dramatically to enhance the music.
The greatest accomplishment for Tyr, in his eyes, was being able to educate others and five them joy through music.
One dreams he had always had was to find love, past that of the love he felt for music or his pets.
Favorite foodsand drink were a fine white wine of his own special recipe and the grapes from which this wine was made.
Tyr always dreamed of living in a small, quiet, and peaceful village, far from rule and oppression.
Though he loved all music, he did prefer the slow, wafting songs written of love or hope.
Expecting very little from others, only in the sense that he expected much more from himself, Tyr's only requirement for a friend was that they cared for him.
Loving all people, especially children and the elderly since they had such taste in music, as he put it, but especially in favor of animals since he had so many pets.
His only collection was the vast quantity of music, poems, speeches, etc that he had memorized.
He was interested in many things, but mostly music, poetry, and philosophy.
Ah yes... the arts. Phiolosophy, poetry, musical composition, singing, and such a command of words people were almost obliged to listen to him. those were his arts... his life.