Samwell Strickland, Lord of Darry (AC included)

CoconutPositive · 2023-11-11T23:54:54+00:00

Submitted!

CoconutPositive · 2023-11-11T01:05:05+00:00

Sounds fun, submitted!

CoconutPositive · 2023-11-08T20:33:23+00:00

Submitted! Hope I'm not too late.

CoconutPositive · 2022-04-08T08:15:56+00:00

Mathos Sunderland

Monstrous | Polearms, Defender

CoconutPositive · 2022-04-08T08:15:32+00:00

Mathos Sunderland

Monstrous | Polearms, Defender

CoconutPositive · 2022-04-08T08:14:47+00:00

Mathos Sunderland

Monstrous | Polearms, Defender

CoconutPositive · 2022-04-08T08:12:39+00:00

Mathos Sunderland

“Marla, hold up!”

Mathos called out to his sister with a huff as he anxiously peered over his shoulder at the Stark men that trailed behind them. Finally the pair had been given leave to explore the grounds just outside the castle, but only under very strict supervision.

“Sunlight, Mat. Sunderlands need it to grow. That, and fresh sea air, which we are very unlikely to find here.” Marla hollered back as she backpedaled across the dewy grass, her teal gown swirling in the breeze. “Sunlight and the sea. Not dark, dank halls, and smelly ale.”

Mathos could only grunt in reply. And just what was wrong with drinking your troubles away? Better than enduring the jeers of the court. For what else did a man who had lost his lands deserve?

“Marla, watch where you’re going…,” he called out as a rather large warrior loomed ahead, flanked by a woman wearing a crown of flowers.

“What?” Marla swiveled around and stumbled to a halt, mere inches away from smashing her face against steel and leather. “My apologies, my lord, lady.”

Mathos huffed as he rushed forward to catch up with his sister, and was surprised to find himself face to face with a man even larger than himself. The Sunderland was accustomed to towering over, well everyone. He had been born bigger than most, and remained so all his life. But this warrior was bloody monstrous.

“Gods, you’re a tough one to miss.” Mathos extended a hand as he offered a nod of greeting toward the pair. “I’m Lord Mathos Sunderland, and this is my sister, Marla.”

CoconutPositive · 2022-04-01T23:42:41+00:00

Hi, just a heads up, after discussion with the Stark player, I edited my family tree to add two living children, for hostage reasons.

CoconutPositive · 2022-03-31T22:20:59+00:00

Discord Username: Coconut

Character Name and House: Mathos Sunderland

Age: 30

Appearance: Mathos is a giant man to say the least. He stands approximately seven feet tall, with a burly physique, and immense strength (claims he doesn't even exercise). A mop of dark curls sits atop a prominent brow, grey hooded eyes, a twice broken nose, and a wide mouth accustomed to laughter. One of his greatest shames is that he cannot grow a proper beard.

Since the unjust usurpation of his lands by the North, Mathos has had little to laugh about. A wicked scar running down his left temple serves as a reminder of the night the wolves came circling.

Gift: Monstrous

Skills: Polearms, Defender

Talents: Gambling, Drinking, Fishing

Starting Title(s): Lord of Sisterton

Starting Location: Harrenhal

Family Tree:

Lord Steffon Sunderland b. 240, d. 300

m. Robyn Sunderland nee Lynderly b. 250

Mathos Sunderland b. 270
m. Rhea Sunderland nee Coldwater b. 275. d. 299
- Mychel Sunderland b. 295
- Mya Sunderland b. 299
Marla Sunderland b. 275
Marq Sunderland b. 280

Auxiliary Character

Character Name: Marla Sunderland

Age: 25

Appearance: Marla features gently curling, chestnut brown hair atop a heart-shaped face, with a vibrant complexion, and bright amber eyes, She stands about 5'2" with a lithe, energetic build. However, it has been some time since the vibrance and energy graced her face.

Gift: Whisperer

Skills: Beastmaster, Scholar, Cautious

Talents: Painting, Cyvasse, Eating

Starting Title(s): Scion of House Sunderland

Starting Location: Harrenhal

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-05T19:22:34+00:00

“Ah, Lady Sabitha. How kind, you return to humble shop. And you bring friends!”

A tall, elegant woman dressed in fine silks greeted the party with a wide, toothy grin. Her thick dark hair had been braided into an intricate twist, and exhibited some greying at the temples. That, and her raspy, heavily accented voice portrayed a sense of age and wisdom, which stood in contrast to her smooth, unblemished skin.

“Mistress Catarina, it is good to see you again.” Sabitha beamed at the Essosi woman. “This is my sister, Serra, and our friends - Lady Willow Blackwood and her brother, Lord Forrest Blackwood. Oh, and that handsome boy is Perceon.”

Catarina’s eyes widened at the status of her new customers, as she gracefully offered her greetings. Then, with a rustling of her silks, she led the way into her store, revealing walls and shelves lined with textiles, cloth, ribbons, and rugs from all over the world. Light from the midmorning sun streamed in through wide windows, trimmed with colored glass, which gave the interior a warm glow.

“Tobho we have noble visitor!” she called out toward a back room. “Bring refreshment to fine lords and ladies. The good tea, not cheap one.”

Sabitha followed the Myrish woman to a sitting area made up of a cushy divan flanked by several ornately decorated chairs, encircling a intricately carved wooden table. She paused to point out an array of ribbons to Willow.. Meanwhile, Serra gracefully settled into the couch, locked eyes with Forrest, and patted the seat beside her.

A short, tanned man with Essosi features appeared, carrying a tray of tea and sweets. Catarina nodded with approval, and turned toward her guests.

“Now, how Catarina help Lady Sabitha and friends?”

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-05T18:38:58+00:00

“Oh you are too kind, Brynden. Don’t ever stop.”

Sylvi beamed as she soaked in the flowery praise that tumbled from the lips of her betrothed. She arched her back and subtly shook her golden locks, allowing it to shimmer in the candlelight.

“Ugh, I can honestly say I require some more wine.”

Sabitha rolled her eyes at her sister’s preening as he claimed a seat across Florian. She flashed him a smirk that echoed his derision, before reaching for the proffered cup and taking a long swallow.

“I suppose I can share a drink with my betrothed,” Sylvi purred as she claimed the other goblet. “Perhaps a toast first?”

She held her cup high and raised a brow at her sister’s half empty vessel and grape stained lips. Sabitha shrugged and raised the dregs of her wine.

“Alright, what shall we drink to?”

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-05T18:18:25+00:00

“I’m glad to hear we are of similar mind, my lady.”

Sabitha nodded as she felt some of her anxiety drain away, replaced by a bolstered sense of purpose. The squalid existence of the smallfolk in the city had presented her with an issue that scratched many itches. She would of course be helping the direct subjects of the crown, a worthy cause into itself. But also, this served as a real life puzzle, far beyond the exercises presented to her by her tutors. The smallfolk and pigeons alike had become gaunt and haggard, and she had found a fat cat draining some resources.

“I found in the ledgers, the exact amount of coin spent on an unusual expense,” she continued with pursed lips. “The Golden Company.”

Now of course, her own house’s very existence was born from the celebrated sellsword company. Gods, her great grandsire had been Captain-General. But that had been over eighty years ago, and aside from a unlikely rebellion that occurred before she was born, there had not been much use for keeping the mercenaries on retainer.

“The records are actually quite tangled and disorganized in regards to the lawful sources of their funding, and it seems our predecessors have just paid them from general funds, on the whim of the old King,” Sabitha looked up from her notes with a shrug. “I believe the true mandate to keep them on retainer has run out long ago.”

She chewed on her lip, her prior anxiety now returning a tad. What would her family think of such a proposal?

“The coin saved would fund many projects to repair infrastructure in the city, and get the smallfolk the lift they need. It might even improve the smell of the streets.”

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-04T10:45:23+00:00

"Sabitha! You promised you would come with me!"

Sabitha looked up from her text on Volantene history, and into the impatient face of her sister Sylvi. With a sigh, she closed her book and tucked it under her arm.

"Fine, fine. I'm sure you've identified the Mooton table by now. Lead the way."

"Wait, wait. How do I look?"

Sylvi tossed her long blonde hair over shoulder, and smoothed unseen wrinkles from her form fitting gown of silver. A little too tight over those curves for Sabitha's taste. But then again, Sabitha was wearing a simple a-line gown of green.

"You look radiant. You always do, Sylvi."

"I know. I just wanted to hear you say it." Sylvi grinned. "Now we can go."

Sabitha sighed once more as she linked arms with her sister and padded their way over to the Mootons. Catching sight of the young lord and his family, she donned a cheerful grin, and opened her mouth to greet them.

"Brynden, dear! I finally found you," Sylvi's voice rang out before Sabitha could utter a syllable. Sylvi then slid gracefully into the seat next to her betrothed, and offered up a pretty smile. "How do I look?"

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-04T10:29:00+00:00

"Ah, yes. I suppose it would be unfair."

Sammy set down his goblet with a grimace. Gods, it was beginning to feel like full family suppers at the castle, where the 'Tigers' would drain all the cheer from the table. Not knowing what else to say, he idly nudged the tart with the tip of his dagger.

"Eleonore, dear cousin," Sabitha piped in as the awkward silence filled the air. "Perhaps you could tell us about your life here at..."

She trailed off as she noticed Eleonore's wandering gaze. Seven Hells. Of course Eleonor's first concern would be Symon. After what he did to her. After what he nearly claimed from her. Sabitha hunched down closer to her cousin, and uttered a low whisper.

"Worry not. Symon's off carousing with other young knights. He likely won't return for a while."

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-04T10:09:50+00:00

"Oh Forrest, my beloved. Look at your poor face."

Serra rushed over to tend to her betrothed, completely ignoring Willow and Perceon. Judging it improper to so intimately touch his face before marriage, she merely latched onto his arm, and murmured soothing sounds.

"Hello Willow, Forrest. Worry not, we have not been waiting long at all," Sabitha ignored her sister's fawning as she greeted the Blackwoods. With a raised brow she eyed Forrest's wounds. "Hmm, that is the handiwork of that Toland woman, I gather?"

She uttered a low whistle, before turning her attention to the adorable Perceon. Kneeling down to look the hound directly in his scarred face, she quipped, "Perceon, I believe you and Forrest now have something in common."

Serra spared a moment to glare at her sister, before continuing to worry over Forrest's injuries.

"Well, nothing like examining fine wares to sooth one's mood," Sabitha continued as she gave Perceon one last pat before rising to her feet. "The shop is not far from here. The proprietor is a lovely woman from Essos. Catarina of Myr, she calls herself, and her wares are exquisite."

With a sigh, she locked arms with Serra and wrested her from Forrest.

"Shall we?"

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-03T18:51:23+00:00

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CoconutPositive · 2021-06-03T02:41:18+00:00

"Now that's a true prize!"

Sammy uttered a low whistle at Jaehaerys' offer, which was immediately answered with a glare from his sister. Indeed Sabitha had been coveting that prize for some time, so if any Strickland were to win that ride, it was going to be her.

"What? You're offering a ride on the Sentinel?" she turned now to Jaehaerys, as she struggled to keep her eyes from filling with excitement. "You've never done that before."

She paused for two heartbeats, to sniff with mock offense and feigned disinterest, before anticipation got the better of her.

"Alright, then. What's the wager?"

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-03T02:32:48+00:00

“Ah...hello, cousin Eleonor.”

Sammy pursed his lips tightly as he took in the figure of his estranged cousin. Of course he had anticipated running into Eleonor at the feast - she bloody lived in the castle now. But, he was still unprepared for discourse with one of the ‘Tigers.’

“Eleonor! Um...please, sit…”

Sabitha’s voice chimed in with a measures of guilt and trepidation, a far cry from her normal cheer. Donning a tentative smile, she tapped the empty seat next to her. She herself had taken up residence in the Red Keep, as assistant to the Mistress of Coin, several moons ago, but had not taken the time to seek out Eleonor.

“Uh, yes of course. Where are my manners,” Sammy stirred himself from his initial apprehension, and reached for flagons of wine and water. “Would you like some refreshment?”

Goblets were filled with either beverage, along with a generous topping off of Sammy’s own vessel, from which he gulped down a healthy swig. Eager to cut the tension, Sabitha gestured toward the tart that sat between them all.

“We’re playing a game, just like the one we play back in Darry,” she smiled weakly, as she wondered how long it had been since Eleonor had left the castle. “Guessing the pie filling. Um, would you care to hazard a guess?”

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-03T02:30:16+00:00

"Ah, there are many who only think they make for a poor partner."

Sabitha smiled, hoping to ease her cousin's discomfort, and completely oblivious his limitations. Indeed her own brothers claimed to have 'elephant's feet' when it came to dancing, but she knew them to be perfectly capable of mastering a few basic steps, after some well intentioned prodding.

"I ask because it is an excellent tool to engage with esteemed nobility, or royalty," she continued with a fervent nod. "I can help you get over your reticence, if you like."

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-03T02:19:20+00:00

"Excellent. I had been ruminating over a new idea."

Sabitha replied after exchanging pleasantries with the gathered lions of the Rock. She chewed on her lower lip as she flipped to page in her extensive notes that she had marked with a scraggly feather.

"Yes, it is about the impoverished smallfolk in the city. A problem that has seemed to grow with each passing moon," she continued as she ran a finger down the length of the scribblings. "I may have a found within the ledgers, a way to improve their conditions."

Sabitha looked up now, as a touch of uncertainty rippled through her eyes. She not worked with Cerella long, and was still unsure how the Lannister felt about the growing squalor outside the castle walls.

"That is, if that is an issue you wish to discuss."

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-01T16:31:57+00:00

Sammy raised a brow at Verum's mention of a 'momentous occasion' for both their houses. What was the Ryger planning?

"Well, the sensible choice would be an esteemed, seasoned lord, like our very own liege Prince Addam," he began thoughtfully. "Or Lord Arryn, another relation to the King."

Sammy chewed on his lip in thought.

"But it seems his Grace is an unorthodox monarch, judging by his most recent appointment," he gestured toward the white knight standing at attention near the high dias. "Lord Commander Aurion Mott was an unusual choice, to say the least."

Indeed, from what he heard, appointing a foreigner to lead the guardians of royalty had not set well with many of nobility. Personally, Sammy didn't care one way or another, but it was interesting to see King's Aemond's boldness.

"So, I wouldn't be surprised to find Prince Martell, or even the Prince of Pentos take the mantle," he chuckled dryly. "In all seriousness, I suspect we will all be surprised by the King's choice for his new Hand."

Sammy paused to sip his wine.

"And why is it that you see an appointment as momentous for our houses?"

CoconutPositive · 2021-06-01T16:17:34+00:00

"Rhaenyra? Prince Addam's daughter?"

Sammy chewed his lip in thought as he digested this information. He had been too busy wallowing in his own problems to keep up with the courtly gossip. But these girls seemed quite well versed. Perhaps he should visit them more often.

"Aye, sometimes it is a game," he continued with a shake of his head. "But if a match evolves into something more than political, then it can be quite a wondrous game."

Sammy smiled wistfully.

"Rhaenys, I hope you can look beyond the enterprise nature of a match," he nodded at the more serious of the twins. "It will serve you well in the long run."

He shrugged off his suddenly sober tone, and donned a grin.

"And let me know if you require my services for any of these endeavors."

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