PERSONALITY

Tahliah is fiery and opinionated, she always has to have the last word when it comes to an argument. She has what some might call little big dog syndrome, as she thinks most of the time she can take on men and women twice her size; then again this free woman was raised by a giant. Though Thalia appears to be strong and stubborn to the rest of the world on this inside she is suffering from abandonment issues. Though she knows how to act like one it is very rare that Thalia will actually show lady like qualities. She cusses, spits, and isn't afraid to put somebody in their place. She doesn't take well to anyone who says anything bad about her father Mag the Mighty, and often times doesn't even think people are worthy enough to speak his name. Thalia is a highly intelligent young woman whom is able to speak the common tongue, the Old Tongue, and what to the giants is known as "Mag Nuk", the Great Tongue.

Often times this young woman will not let on to how skilled she is with a sword, preferring to feign feebleness and hide behind her companion a female white dire wolf with ice blue eyes named Ralnair who was a gift to Tahliah when she and the pup where still young. Tahliah often times struggles to control her mouth, and finds herself in bad situations that are caused by her lack of ability to keep her mouth shut. She isn't afraid very often, her father taught her one thing, fear will get you killed if you let it control you, control the fear and turn it into rage then you shall be a weapon to be feared. Though her skills may not rival that of a man, Tahliah still has one more gift to offer up to the table, a trait she is quite proud of; she is a Warg, able to slip into the mind of her wolf Ralnair nearly at will now, though it happens when she is sleeping whether she wants too or not. Sometimes people will refer to this young woman as savage in some of the ways she goes about things, she is extremely vengeful and hates a vast portion of the nights watch. She doesn't care much of what others think of her, as she is fiercely independent.

HISTORY

Far to the north, in a land where there where no kings but the giants, a young girl was born to a spear maiden named Rindella who did not want a child especially not the sickly and frail baby girl that she had just given birth too, and a man named Styr who had no idea that the child even belonged to him. Rindella took the child from their home within the Thenn after she had finally recovered from giving birth. She took the tiny girl deep into the northern snow and left her there to die or possibly become a white walker, she did not quite know which. However be that as it may the tiny baby did indeed survive the snow, for she was discovered not by a white walker but by a giant. Mag Mar Tun Doh Weg, a leader among his people and arguably the oldest giant left in existence discovered the young girl with no name and no one to care for her.

He took her in, and she became his daughter, he named the dark haired baby Tah Li Ah Doh Weg, or for short Tahliah. Only a two short years prior a man named Mance Rayder began to join the clans together; calling the Free Folk in to fight against the Crows, when in fact he had once been a Crow himself. It would be a few years before Mag the Mighty would join Mance Rayder's cause. Until then he had his own people to look after, and his daughter to keep out of trouble. Many giants disagreed with the tiny human girl being raised among them, saying that she should be with her own kind. Tahliah's people had abandoned her and left her to die, she chose the giants over the people who had cast her out just because she was not strong in the beginning. She was a determined young lady, with a mind to prove herself to these enormous beings.

When Thalia was five summers of age Mag Mar Tun Doh Weg gifted her with a small white dire wolf, whom he had also discovered alone in the snow just like Tahliah. This wolf would become her best friend, and faithful protector over the years. For when Tahliah turned nine she began to have strange dreams of being inside her wolf Ralnair, of actually being a part of her even controlling her to an extent. Only she came to find that it was a gift from the Gods, the Old Gods as the southern people would call them. It was also around this time that Mag the Mighty joined the cause of Mance Rayder, taking his young daughter with him on that journey through the snows she learned how to fight. Mag taught his daughter first how to defend herself with a dagger, and then with the sword. For many years clans joined from all across the north to fight for Mance Rayder, and for many years Tahliah trained with his army and her father.

Now twenty years of work has gone by and many of the clans stand behind the king beyond the wall, including Tahliah's father Mag, and Tahliah herself. In a battle against the brothers of the Night's Watch, Tahliah lost her father. On his order to stay with the Mammoth and Ralnair he ventured into the tunnel of Castle Black, though he never returned to her. With a vast portion of the Free Folk, and another giant whom she has deemed her uncle in the absence of her father, Wun Weg Wun Dar Wun or Wun Wun for short at Castle Black. She has discovered that her father had taken out five of the brothers of the Night's Watch defending the tunnel, before being struck down by one of them. She hasn't cared to remember his name, she only stays at Castle Black because Tormund Giantsbain, who is a captive of the Nights Watch, and Wun Wun.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLES

The wind was howling as night began to descend upon the Free Folk who had taken refuge in the sheltered place called Hardhome after the loss at Castle Black due to Stannis Baratheon. It was placed next to the sea, with a large ice formation at its back. Its walls formidable looking wooden posts carved to a point at the top. A young dark haired woman moved through the camp as silent as a whisper with her dire wolf on her heels. Mance Rayder had been captured, and many believed that he had been killed along with her father Mag the Mighty. He never emerged from the tunnel, like he had promised that he would do. The wildling woman now stood on one of the docks of Hardhome looking out over the water as tears began to sting her eyes.

The cold didn't bother her as it would many southerners, she had long since grown used to the cold. Even so Ralnair, the white dire wolf moved closer to her mistress and she placed her hand into her fur as she slowly raised her head to look up at the stars. "He's one of those stars now isn't he Ralnair." Tahliah whispered softly to her companion. She could see her breath in front of her as she spoke and each time that she exhaled. The nights where growing colder each day that passed, signaling that the long night was quickly approaching. Tahliah had heard whispers from other wildlings of the things that dwelled beneath the ice, the creatures that had slept for thousands of years. She had once been a nonbeliever, but now she knew what the world was facing.

In that moment Tahliah could make out a line of ships in the distance. They would not reach the camp until morning, however she still felt a rush of something that was a mixture of both anger and curiosity. A horn blower attop the wall seemed to have spotted the ships as well for a signal was blown calling together the clan leaders and more important members of the free folk. Once her father would have picked her up and tucked her into his arm and carried her all the way to the meeting. Now she walked alone, other than her dire wolf. That is until she spotted a giant, it was almost instinct as she fell into step beside him. She easily had to take three steps to match one of his own but never once had she complained about keeping up with the giants.