Nickname: Pyra
Race: Tellanthian/she is also immortal.
Gender: Female
Age: 16 (by human standards both physically and mentally, but in reality she's more like 100 with her race)
Physical characteristics: Red hair that goes past her waist, eyes are sharp violet. Skin is white. She wears a black one-piece pants suit with a red cloak that has a hood with silken flames embroidered on it. Over her suit she wears a type of over-suit with a high collar.
Skills/superpowers: She controls heat and fire, can fly (natural ability) and has telepathic ability (also natural, though limited).
Short history: Tyra Ventris is of the last of her bloodline, and was born the youngest daughter of the ruling family of Tellanth. The family was noted to be one of the fiercest warrior families and ruled well. She was saved from the planet Tellanth�s destruction, which was by another powerful, jealous race and it included all of her people dying as well. The twisted, evil one who saved her (only three years old) became father and master and taught Tyra how to use her powers and what her limits were. He died leaving her all his knowledge as well as his point of view. She was 20 and perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She looked to Earth when she was 25 (having a shuttle, of course), and was already quite versed in her powers. There she met a swordsman of Japan (for that is where she went, to the country of warriors) who taught her that "only the fittest survive, wherever you go. The weak are to be used- not protected. If you cannot use them�get rid of them!" The Tellanthian left Japan after some years and settled on another city. She has been searching for someone worthy enough to take her master�s place, with her point of view, and take her as an apprentice.
Story: Tyra Ventris walked the streets of Earth in what was not her usual attire. She had desired to blend in and not be conspicuous in this country called Japan; it was terribly easy. Her brow was beaded slightly in sweat as she walked briskly to the home of her friend-like swordsman master, Mikoto Shishio. The Tellanthian smiled as she recalled him speaking to her. * "Come with me and I will teach you much, Fire Child. I will teach you the philosophy of greatness."* The girl had taken up the offer and the words and lessons the swordsman taught her had burned themselves into her young and pliable mind. Now Tyra was as accomplished as the Master himself, but she still came anyway, for a little while. He was her mentor for now, and the only one she had, the only one who had met the standards of the one who had taught her first, years ago. Then her mind drifted off in retrospect as she walked.
Although Tyra had been naught but three years old, she still remembered the destruction of her home planet, Tellanth. The sparks flying everywhere as she heard every single one of the screams of her people pounding in her head. She pressed her small face against the tunic of the one who had saved her, Varun Kylen, as they drifted softly into space in a small shuttle. He tilted her chin up and smiled. "Don't worry, little Tyra. You don't need them anymore, Princess. You belong to no one now, no one but me; together we shall see what your secret power is�" Then he hushed her sobs and started what would be her life's training.
Training was hard and the punishment severe if she so much as winced when her arm bone snapped backward, or her leg was cut deep, or she didn't move fast enough to avoid a swinging blade. Absolute obedience is what he expected, and that is what Varun got. However, quite early- they had settled on a planet called Earth now- he found that Tyra was finally showing the unique powers that he had been waiting for. He had often wondered if there was a connection between that power and her extremely high body temperature. It was twenty degrees more than what it should be for her race. In training, it went up further and he couldn't even touch her she was so hot. For a long while Varun let it alone; then it happened. In a training exercise Tyra was getting upset. She was having a hard time destroying the target with her sword, even using what was nearly god-like speed. Suddenly the royal one spread her hands palm outward and out came flames which wrapped around the training robot that were so hot that they totally incinerated the object of her frustration. She stood there with an evil smirk upon her face. Tyra, Princess of Tellanth, had come into her own rite.
Quickly her mentor set about exploring her abilities-and her weaknesses. He soon pointed out that she would need a physician to monitor herself because her temperature reached dangerously high levels. They found one and Tyra continued to train and she made much progress, but nothing compared to harnessing the powers within her.
Each member of the royal family she had come from had had some special power. Hers turned out to be fire and heat. The reason for her temperature was because the power of fire was within her very soul and pumped in her heart, through her blood; it burned within her mind. It was part of her; she commanded it. Flames came in many forms from her hands- balls, ribbons, shields and much more. The creature could touch fire and be unharmed, for many times it wasn't any hotter than she was. Without special silicone gloves the girl had made herself, Tyra could burn paper by just holding it at her regular temperature. Many times the power seemed to be a bother. But now, it was different....
Tyra stepped on the wooden floor of the home of Mikoto Shishio. Varun Kylen had died some years ago. He had left her an Earth physician that she took with her everywhere, and a shuttle. Now that she had completed her training, she had come to say goodbye. Mikoto had his back to her, but with warrior's instinct he didn't need to turn around.
"So you�re leaving, are you Tyra?"
"Yes, my Lord. I am. I shall take your advice."
"Repeat the lessons I have taught you." Fire came into Tyra's violet eyes and they seemed like balls of purple flame. "When you're strong you live, when you're weak you die. The weak are food for the strong. Those that are too weak to be food do not deserve to live. Win at all costs!"
The swordsman smiled. "Good, you have learned well. Go with my blessing, and keep those burned within you wherever you go. Fire Child, you will be a complement to me. Farewell." He turned to her and bowed, but she came and kissed his hot hand like a daughter. He too was hot like she was, but his was because of accident. Nonetheless, they were one in the fire.
"Goodbye, my Lord. I will do you honor. Goodbye."
The physician, a small lady of about twenty-five with blonde hair and blue eyes was waiting outside. Exiting they made their way to the shuttle and, entering it, turned on the engine. "Where to, Lady Tyra?" Asked the human.
"Renaldor, the city I have talked to you about. Renaldor." Silently they left the atmosphere of space. Tyra Ventris' eyes burned. Those little 'super-teens' (even though by their standards she was about sixteen herself) wouldn't know what hit them. Then she hoped fervently to find someone, someone to take her as apprentice. Maybe she would find one there? Who knew? The point was, she was going to make the heroes of Renaldor wish they had never heard her name.