True to his daemonic heritage, Ty can absorb magic from the world around him, either from the very elements of the world itself, or straight out of other people or objects. He has never been fantastically skilled with weaving and wielding the magics he takes in, but he was always incredible at taking it from any source available and storing it within himself for as long as necessary. This ability stayed with him when his soul was transferred between bodies.

Daemons are also capable of "ingesting" absorbed magic and surviving off of it the way others do food. This has been absolutely pivotal in Tyrolean continuing to survive in his new state. As long as there is magic around him, his armor body can feed from it and self-maintain.

Soul and steel, that is all there is to young Tyrolean. A magical experiment gone horribly wrong wrenched his soul from his body and threatened to annihilate it, and only the quick thinking of another mage was able to save him, binding Ty's soul to a giant suit of armor instead. Forged of a dusky grey metal, augmented in places with black leather, and painted in others with emerald lacquer, it is the armor of a gladiator or some other great warrior, cyclopean in height. At first meetings, those who have not been made aware of his state usually assume him to be such a warrior, until they notice there is no body at all inside his metal shell. His armor is held together without a body -- it is spirit and magic, not flesh and bone, that animates him. Only his voice is true to his old self: that of an eternally adolescent boy.

Shy, gentle, caring, kind... Ty is everything his armor suggests he wouldn't be. His body is ageless steel, but his self is still a child. His transformation has been hard on him, however, since people as a whole do not react well to a seven-feet-tall armored figure acting as a tiny child would. He is polite and deferential, and if he was shy in his old form, he is completely introverted in his current one. A humble child, he always hated being alone in the center of attention, but now he is stared and marvelled at by strangers and old friends alike, much to his discomfort. Most of his old friends withdrew from him over the time that followed his accident, leaving him a lonely little soul with few aside from his older brother for support and companionship. His self-confidence has faltered quite a bit since his transference. He is, after all, only a young child, and it hurts when few people still look at you as who you "used to" be.

He is not always gloomy and regretful -- on the contrary, the majority of his days are spent happily, doing the things he still can do. Ty is quick to laugh, loves to play, and is very easy to please. He is also very affectionate, and still loves to touch and be touched: hug him, or even just hold his hand, and you'll absolutely make his day.