He was born in 1876 to a family of Sitka deer. It was a particularly harsh winter for their coastal Alaskan region. This time would later be remembered fondly as a beautiful point in Tyler's otherwise confusing existence.
Eventually, the only tribe that Tyler had ever known decided he was too different. He was cast out of the herd and has been grasping for some sort of relevance in the "human world" ever since.
Today, Tyler can be found meandering in grassy fields, chewing on wild berries and reading old Hardy Boys books on his Kindle (1st Generation).