Small and young, with brown eyes and hair, she appears to have some elvish blood in her. When Thyra was young, she seemed to grow faster than the few other children in the tribe. Her ears were not as pointed, her elven features not as pronounced. She was larger and clumsier than the others, and eventually, she became more and more 'left out'. Although her mother never told her this, Thyra's father had been a human. They'd had an affair that was never noticed by the tribe elders. But, as soon as Thyra's mother had been pregnant with her, her father ran away. Thyra had never known him, but he tried many times to come back and see his daughter. It was difficult: The tribe was always on the move, but even when he reached them, Thyra's mother would send him away, saying that 'it would be better if she doesn't know'. But Thyra's father was determined, he loved his daughter, and wasn't going to give her up. One evening, Thyra was wandering, not far from the tribe's camp, and her father kidnapped her. She had no idea who he was, and tried to resist, but he calmed her, and took her off. They were constantly on the move, avoiding the tribe that was now hunting him. Thyra had been told never to trust a human, to avoid them, therefor she faered her father, but eventually, she grew to trust him. Still, Thyra could not be persauded to go near any other humans, and they couldn;t settle somewhere, so they kept on travelling, never too far from civilization, never too close. Thyra was provided with food by her father who got it in towns or villages, or stole it from farms nearby. Eventually, they no longer detected the tribe nearby. But of course this couldn't go on forever. One day, Thyra's father disappeared into a town to get them some food. Thyra patiently waited a few hours. But he didn't come back. It began to get dark. But he didn't come back. It went through the night, and the sun rose. But he didn't come back. She panicked. Could she really go into that crush of people, into the strange place with.. buildings, and streets? All those people she didn't know. She had spent her whole life with people she knew. She was starting to get hungry. She advanced ever-so-carefully to the outskirts of the town. There. Stalls with fresh fruit. The smell of fresh bread from a bakery nearby. But all those people. Those strange people. She had to eat soon...