I made Tyra for Puamelia in the plethora of Poppets swap. She is a Valkyrie, a Norse warrior queen. her name, Tyra, means warrior.
Here she is with her companion, Fenris the wolf
And from the side. Her sword and shield are made from polymer clay and were my first attempt at anything in that medium
Her armor is chain mail, done in a European 4-in-1 weave in 4mm jewelry jump rings
Back of the armor
She also has a headband done in the same chain mail weave
And her sandals. They are from a pattern I drafted myself, as was the panne velvet dress under the armor
And on the suggestion of Pua, here is Tyra's story that i wrote to go along with her.
My name is Tyra. My story is not a long one, but I hope you will find it interesting. It's probably beyond time I shared it with someone....
I was born in the Northern wilds. It was one of the coldest winters that anyone in the village could remember. Fuel was a precious commodity, since the fires had to be stoked all the time just to try to keep the bone chilling cold at bay. It was mostly unsuccessful, but giving up was not an option. When the wolves began baying at our doors, the village elder decided it was time to ask for help from the gods.
The trance lasted for three days. Toward the end, there was much concern that he would never come out of it. Finally at sunset of the third day the elder emerged from his tent. 'The gods demand a sacrifice,' he told the village. 'In exchange for the last born child our village has seen they will grant us the strength to make it through this winter. If we refuse, we will all surely perish here before Yule.'
My parents were heartbroken at the thought that they would have to give up their only child, but could not bear condemning the entire village to such a fate as what awaited if they didn't do as was asked. At midnight that night I was taken to the mountains that overlooked our village. As the elder was searching for a place to lay me down, he found a sheltered crevasse nestled between two silvery granite boulders. He laid me there and left me to the fate the gods had decreed for me.
Almost as soon as the village elder disappeared into the swirling snow, a golden ball formed in front of the boulders that sheltered me. It grew to man size and then began to form the shape of a man with an impossibly large hammer strapped to his back. He lifted me up from the crevasse and cradled me to his chest. His bare chest was warm, despite the blizzard that was raging around us.
He took me to a place of such indescribable beauty and fierceness. There he raised me as his own daughter, showing me the ways of the warrior and forging my sword and shield by his own hands. He gave me the name Tyra and said that I would be his Valkyrie. It was a place that I never wanted to leave. But to my sorrow, that was not to be.
As I grew into womanhood, I would accompany my adoptive father, Thor, on his journeys into the world. We fought side by side in more battles than I can tell about. My courage grew with each swing of my sword and crackle from his thundering hammer.
It wasn't until I reached maturity that Thor noticed the effects of my life upon me. My eyes, which had once been the same cobalt as the storm-tossed ocean that bordered my homeland, were now streaked with golden lightning. Instead of resisting his thunder, my body was instead absorbing it. While this was fine for a god, my mortal form would not be able to handle much more of it.
With sorrow in his eyes, Thor told me of his discovery. It was time for me to go out into the world on my own, since I could no longer stay in his home and survive. He assured me that despite the distance between us, he would always be a part of me and that I would always be able to feel his hand guiding my feet. I accepted the news with a heavy heart and departed the only home I had known.
It would be hard to say how long ago that was. Every day I feel the presence of my adopted father with me. As he promised, he still guides my feet as I travel to fulfill the purpose and will of the gods. Now my journey has brought me to this new land and to you. What my purpose here will be has yet to be seen, but I know without question that this is where I am supposed to be.