Tyra Mahwer

Tyra Mahwer
Information
Gender	Female
Occupation	Accepted
Affiliation	The Grey Tower
Nationality	Aiel

Tyra Mahwer is an Aiel Accepted of the Grey Tower.

Description

Tyra stands barely even with the average man's shoulder. Her dark red hair hangs just below her ears when not pulled back. Thin scars cover the left side of her face in a pattern almost like lace from her jaw to her forehead. She tends to keep this side to the shadows. The same markings cover the backs of her hands. Generally quiet she would rather watch what's going on around her. Her skin and green eyes mark her as an Aiel. Her clothes are different, though they are the same brown as most Aiel, their cut is unfamiliar.

Biography

Tyra doesn’t remember much of the waste, only an image in her memory of an ocean of sand stretching as far as she could see. Her father had taken her from it when she was a small child. She remembered the crossing in the mountains and her first sight of running water. She also remembered the sad look in her father’s eyes when he thought no one was looking.

Tyra never knew her mother, but this had never bothered her. Panas was a wonderful father. He never tried to hide who or what he was. She loved him for it. They lived a quiet life on the banks of the river Graffel. Her father had never gotten over his awe of water. He spent all of his time learning to fish and to maneuver a small boat up and down the wide, slow river.

He taught his daughter much about the forest and the water, as well as how to fend for herself. They were happy together until a day shortly before her seventeenth birthday. Panas had just returned from the nearby town, but when she went to greet him Tyra knew something was wrong. A few days before she had been working near the river when a sharp pain had shot through her head throwing her to her knees and almost into the water. Her father had run over, the look of fear in his eyes as he held her until it stopped upset her more than anything. He had left later that day, and had been gone for nearly a week.

He didn’t speak to her, only began to pack a few weeks of supplies. When he finished he handed it to Tyra, along instructions on how to reach the Grey Tower, a small wooden box and a letter he told her not to read until she got there. He told her it was time for her to go. Nothing she said would change his mind. The last thing she saw of him as their small boat carried her around the bend in the river was his tall form silhouetted against the mid-day sun, his hand raised in farewell.

It took her a few weeks to find the Grey Tower. When she arrived the letter and the people there told her of her ability to channel. Her life had turned upside down in a few short weeks, maybe here she would be able to sort it out, and discover something of her past and her future.

Career History

• Novice
• Accepted