Tythus Mackay }{ Hunter of all beasts

[TJ]

Props for the picture goes to my girlfriend, she drew it.



Name: Tythus Mackay

Age: 23

Race: Human

Physical Description: On the lighter side of his race's norm, though he is by no means a weakling. Tythus has spent much of his life in the wild, preventing him from becoming stagnant and slothful. His body is covered in tightly corded muscle, toned from his chosen profession and lifestyle. Several large scars adorn his body, gifts from the beasts he has slain. The hair atop his head and beneath his chin is a rich brown, and his eyes shine with a light green and hazel glow.

Gear and Equipment

Armor: The armor he wears is only a small part of a much bigger set, him having lost much of it in a game of whits with a satyr in his younger days. The suit is actually one that has been passed down to the first born son of his family for generations, and it said to be made from the shell and skin of a great dragon of times long since past mixed with rare ore found within said dragon's cave. Though stuck far from his homeland, Tythus still swears to reclaim the rest of his families armor, and refuses to wear any other until he does so.

Broadsword: Once a much longer blade, the sword was cut down to nearly half its original size during a bout with a large metal skinned beast that had been plaguing a small mountain village. Rather than simply buying another sword, Tythus merely sharpened the broken end of the blade back to a deadly point. Its edge is constantly sharpened to a killer edge, and its longer handle betrays its original purpose as a two handed weapon.

Francisca: An ax with an oddly shaped head, the weapon hails from a land even more distant than Tythus's own home. Its peculiar design allows the ax to be thrown with deadly accuracy, although Tythus doesnt do it often. More often than not the young hunter uses it as an offhand weapon, using the ax's curved head to parry claws and swords alike.

Staff: An ordinary wood staff, not used as a weapon under normal circumstance. Atop it sits a small water dragon's skull, a trophy from one of his first hunts. Along the staff's surface, a wide assortment of nails and hooks jut forth. They are used as holder's for other trophies and tokens from past hunts, more often than not the several top rows are always covered in a wide assortment of oddity or piece of rare beast.

Belt: A wide assortment of pouches adron Tythu's belt, containing a number of items meant for use in a hunt, a small amount of currency, as well as more trophies from hunts gone by. However, the trophies Tythus keeps close to hand have their uses, and he often uses them to get the upper hand on the more sentient kind of foes he is sometimes forced to face.

Personality: Tythus is a kind hearted man, willing to jump to the aid of any who seek it. Infact, a good number of the beasts he has fought and slain in his lifetime were the direct result of coming to the aid of people in need. Though he is quick to trust, once broken it is near impossible to be regained. He has a brashness befitting of his youth which has gotten him into his fair share of trouble in the past, but has also pushed him to achieve great things. Tythus has a love for story telling, and will go on for hours regaling tales of his past deeds to those who will listen. His father instilled in him a great sense of honor, causing the young man to abstain the killing of the more sentient creatures that roam the land, though he is not above defending himself from them if need be.

History:

Tythus originates from a far off land, where hunting fantastic beasts was considered a way to make a living. His family was of such a group of individuals, and all his life he strived to keep his families legacy going. He found himself excelling at it, accomplishing things others would consider fools errands and suicide. Being the first born of his father and lineage, it did not surprise his family when they learned of his success. However, due to his youth and the tasks he claimed he had completed, many outside his families circle did not believe him. This drove Tythus to start taking physical evidence of his deeds so no one would be able to dispute his claims, and spurred him to yearn for more.

This lead him to start traveling further and further from his homeland, seeing sights and whitnessing events unseen by most of the human world. Such things humbled Tythus, causing him to want to help his fellow man, or any other sentient species that requested aid. Spending the rest of his adolescence on the road, Tyler met many people, and saved even more still from harm. The majority of his kills were actually the result of such quests, and they greatly increased his skills in the ways of the hunt.

During said travels, Tythus lost something very important to him. The armor he wears into battle had been passed down through his family since the days of old. Back when man was still in its infancy, and when the mythical creatures that are now scarce roamed the land in large numbers. He did not loose it in a battle however, nor was it stolen from him by a thief. Tythus lost the majority of his armor due during an encounter with a satyr. The creature offered the young hunter a deal, beat it in a game of whits and recieve a magical sword or loose and give up his families armor.

Being the brash youth that he was, Tythus agreed without even asking what the challenge was. Oddly enough it was a game of chess, something Tythus had never heard nor seen before. Due to this fact, he was soundly beaten by the mystical creature. The morals that his father had instilled in him prevented Tythus from merely killing the satyr and leaving, so reluctantly, he relinquished a good portion of his families armor. However, he swore to the creature that he would return for his ancestral garb, whether the satyr was willing to return it or not.

The rest of Tythus's adventures as a teen were spent without the protective shell that armor provided, forcing him to adapt and become much more lighter on his feet. The change was slow however, him almost getting killed several times due to his vulnerable and exposed torso. Because of this, several scars adorn his abdomen and back. Tythus considers them just as much trophies as the scales and skins that hang from his staff, a reminder.

((Hey I hope its alright if I finish up the profile as I go. I wanted to post it before something bad happens that causes it to be deleted and makes me start over again. Btw, when he speaks it'll be in a Scottish accent. ))

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