Name: Tyria Age: 27 Residence: Black Rock Hold - Healer Hall
Craft: Healer Craft Rank: Senior Journeywoman
Brief Description of Persona:
Standing at the height of 5'8, Tyria is slender and beautiful. Her face
is
slightly feminine, with small nose contrasting with large lips and a
well-defined jawline. Her fingers, long and deft, are toughened by
work.
Blonde hair that waves down to her waist complement her fair skin and
contrast with her dark brown eyes.
Soft, sensitive, and emotional, Tyria is idealistic. Her belief that
all
people are inherently kind and good causes her to keep getting
disappointed,
as well as leaving her vulnerable to manipulation. Not too many can
live up
to her high standards.
Tyria is reluctant to enter in a relationship, as people have fallen in
love
with her image and not her. She does desire an honest and caring
relationship. As a mate, she would be caring, compassinate, gentle, and
sensitive, though the demands of her craft might bring her away
unexpectedly.
To her patients she is a sensitive healer. Tyria keenly feels
suffering,
whether physical or mental or emotional, and wants to cure those
problems.
She is very patient and will put up with whatever her patients want to
throw
at her, staying as long as they need her. She will take a hard line
when
needed, especially if they're doing self-destructive behavior, but
rebukes
from her are gentle and firm.
Brief History of Persona:
From an early age Tyria was marked as a survivor. She was born to Tyrel
and
Theria, minor holders running a little hold by a productive mine in the
Northern Barrier mountains above Crom. She lived a normal holder-girl
life
until around 13 Turns old, when a mine collapsed. Everyone in the Hold
went
to help, including Tyria. She had been helping pull people out of the
mines
when, struck by a sudden urge and seeing a watch-wher begin to stress,
she
grabbed the person she'd been rescuing and dragged him from the mines.
As
she put him to the healer's camp and turned to go back, the mine
suffered
another cave in. Almost everyone died.
Tyria went to salvage who she could, but there wasn't much one lone
girl
could do against rock and stone. Instead she went back to where the
healers
and injured were and helped out. There had been two injured people, on
who
died that day and one who lasted a month before dying, plus one healer
who
sickened and died less than a sevenday after, and others like Tyria
who'd
not been in the mines for either cavein. But soon they were all gone,
and
only Tyria remained.
Alone and frightened she remained, eking out a living from the frozen
ground
and the stores that remained to her. After several months a Harper was
sent
via dragon (for it was hard to get runners through the mountains) to
see
what had happened. They found Tyria. Taking her back to High Reaches
Weyr,
they let the girl do what she might.
Having seen the others die and been unable to do anything, Tyria chose
to
learn healing under the Weyrhealer. She picked up quickly, and devoted
herself completely to healing. In that way she continued her life.
When Thread started falling, Tyria got a whole new outlook on life. The
damage it caused was much worse than the normal accidents that riding
seemed
to bring. Rededicating herself to her craft, she vowed to heal all,
hurt
none again. When a new place in the South opened, Tyria knew she would
do
great good there, so she applied for transfer.
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