Tyr Biography

[Celtic]

"Tyr"

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Harald Korhonen was the son of a Finnish lumberjack, raised in the lush forests in the countryside.  By the time he was eight he had honed his survival abilities beyond belief for his age.  Once he was eleven his dad passed on his trade from father to son, and Harald gradually mastered the unremarkable skill of chopping a tree.  When he reached thirteen he was handed a rusty old rifle and instructed to shoot the bird in the nearby tree.  The bird dropped from the tree shortly after the gunshot was heard.  The boy could outshoot his father.

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Harald was a natural in the wild, from tracking to basic medical skills.  If he wasn't downing another tree or hunting the occasional deer, he'd be relaxing and enjoying the forest.  One odd day in the chilly winter he stumbled across a wolf pack.  Eyeing a puppy that was by far the largest of the litter an idea popped into his head.  He patiently waited until the puppy traveled quite a distance from the pack, and snatched it running off with it.  It attempted to retaliate by biting him, but it's teeth weren't fully grown, and Harold shrugged it off.  Once he laid the wolf down in his home he showed  his dominance and raised the wolf up.  His father called the beast, little Fenrir, and nicknamed his son little Tyr to go along.

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Although Harald was by no means little, and a strong fit man from his days of constant work.  Once Harald reached eighteen, his father sent him off with Fenrir and a family heirloom, an old Mosin Nagant that his grandfather owned.  Harald and Fenrir were a frightening pair, and enjoyed a lifestyle of recreation  by Lake Saimma.  He enjoyed life as a hunter, and never once did he not feel happy.  He met many a traveller visiting the lake and was happy to show them around, along with the occasional woman who fell for him and stayed with him for a little longer.  Yet he never did find one that lasted, but he was content.
   

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As a few years passed he eventually received a letter.  He was invited to partake in a national hunting competition.  Entering the competition filled with optimism he set out searching for the biggest game.  Sadly he came out of the hunt, alone.  Although he reeled in a large bear that would place him in the top five, Fenrir had been mauled by the bear.  After spending about a month in solitude he received another letter, this time for an international hunt, place in the Ukraine...
   

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Deciding it was time to seize the day Harald entered the competition under the name Tyr.  During the hunt, Tyr felt a call, and was drawn out of the boundaries of the game area.  The search teams never found him.
   

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Tyr had trekked into the zone, which seemed like paradise, survival at its best.  He enlisted into the forces of Freedom, fighting to keep the zone alive, and enjoying life.  He had a talent for drinking vodka, and sniping Freedom's opposition.  His skills helped him quickly rise to the sector's ace.  Then news of a Freedom section down south was in trouble arrived.  The leader had been killed.  The current  head of Tyr's sector sent him down south to step into leadership.
   

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Now twenty-five, Tyr is stepping into the shoes of a Freedom Head.

[TheHawk]

Tyr from WoW?(There a so called group Tyr's Hand)

[Zstan]

Oh jesus christ, Hawk. Tyr is a Norse god.