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| Leonie Benesch as Samphire Undyl/Rivers |
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| name: |
Samphire Undyl/Rivers |
| father: |
Bennet Undyl |
| mother: |
Janei Undyl |
| spouse: |
none |
| issue: |
none |
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| gender: |
female |
| age: |
17 |
| height: |
1,56m |
| weight: |
43 kg |
| eyes: |
greyish-green |
| hair: |
flaxen |
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| honorific: |
{$honorific} |
| house: |
none |
| position: |
maid to Lady Rebecca Nayland |
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Background
Samphire, a young woman in her late teens, is called after the pliable water-plants, that settle on the stones around the shore.
If one asks herself, she would probably claim, that she has crawled out of the gaps between the stones, people are walking on - But others know, her past has been a more tragic one. Let us keep that veil of silence and only lift it a bit, to show a glimpse of her rather peaceable early youth, when she learned how to manufactor candles and the recent events, when a fire catched her mothers house and multiplied the usually quiet dance wax-fed flames and made it to a roar of smoke and fire.
With nothing left, but memories and the constant scent of smoke in her nose, she now tries to find a way through her rather sombre past on a new, yet still unlit path.
A path that is enlighted by her sojourn at Terrick's Roost, where she run ashore after she fled Stonebridge. Somehow she got into the position of Lady Rebecca's maid - a few bold words of her brought her to this curious new alley.
Family
Bennet Undyl, her father, an unsuccesful hedgeknight, travelling around
Janei Undyl, her mother, a craftswoman, who kept a few beehives and used to sell honey and candles, died in the flames
An older brother, sent away as a squire to an other hedgeknight, travelling around
A younger brother, Edmond Undyl, died of a fever as a child
A younger sister, died in the flames.
Physical Features
Samphire is a young woman in her late teens. Only a bit over 5 feet tall, her agile figure shows soft curves where they should be expected. A heart-shaped face, though of a rather pale kind, shows that she has spend several hours outside, a braid of flaxen hair lies lazily over one of her shoulders. Her eyes show different shades of green and grey, depending on the light around her and sometimes even her mood. Her dress is made of a soft fabric, a simple attire, that allows her rather to move freely, than serves to adorn her figure.
Sometimes the faint stain of bitterness sneaks around the corners of her mouth and stays there persistantly even when she smiles, though usually the milder expression of her eyes softens the harshness of her mien.
Allies and Foes
A little billow, spreading wide, gave a slight roll to the boat, and some samphire reeds flapped before it.
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Leon Undyl: My dear brother. He hadn't been around for many moons and now, fiery headed, ruffle haired and freshly knighted he returns. I'm glad to have him around, though things might get certainly… more lively now. |
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Nathaniel Corbitt: Back in Stonebridge, the name 'Corbitt' often resounded through the alleys - and mostly not in a flattery way. Since he seems to be an honest and helpful fellow, who offered me a warm welcome at the Roost, I haven't told him of the stories, his name had remembered me of. It's hard to detect what might have caused the flaws on this family's repute, for he seems to be pretty likeable. Maybe I still should be careful after all. |
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Freya, the girl with the chains: I wonder, what she might have done. I saw her shortly several times now, though I never had a longer conversation with her - maybe this will change someday. |
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Evayne Potter: A lovely maid at Braeburn House. Pretty, innocent, warm-hearted and even good humoured. I met her one night with her child at the servants quarter and always enjoy a little chatter with her - I hope to befriend her soon, I need to learn this blushing thingy, she performs such a virtuosic manner. Impressive. |
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House Nayland: Back in Stonebridge, every now and then a Nayland walked through the streets with horses, maids, septas, guards… I used to watch them from afar and pity them, whenever I got a few heartbeats of solitude down at the river. |
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Lady Rebecca Nayland: An intriguing creature, charming in one way but a riddle in many others. Seven, I saw her scratch a knight almoust to death! I don't know, what exactly drove me into the bold act of offering my services to her… Sometimes a tongue does things, the mind catches up to a few precious heartbeats later. But from all I know, if I accept this arrangement, I won't get bored for many moons. I should rasp her nails, though. |
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A noble lady: I met her at the Rockliff Inn shortly – I don't know what to make of her, yet. |
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The scratched knight I saw him beeing scratched by Lady Rebecca – apparently the wounds were deep. A severed head fall out of his bag. Seven, indeed I was a bit… under a strain at this encounter. Surprisingly he seems to bow before me, whenever we meet, even when nobles of much higher birth are around (which he also bows to, it seems to be one of his favourite occupations). Let's just hope my own head will never wander to his bag – I kind of got used to it. |
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Ser Darion Terrick : Seven help, dear grandmother, how should I follow your wisdom and avoid nobles, when they don't dress in glittering trumpery?I mistook him for a blacksmith, with all his spots and scars, as I met him first, but he seems to have taken it in a humorous way. An other day, he helped me to bring a stubborn donkey back to it's stable - a friendly gesture and a quite amusing moment. |
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Ser Alric Fenster: And another noble I didn't adress properly, when I met him first. An heir, even. Seven, the males are way more difficult to point out, for they seem to dress not always as finicky as the females - but again this little mistake of mines caused nothing, but an amused smile. All in all friendly fellow. |
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Ser Trajan Fenster: A dark bird. Better avoid to meet him alone on the road. Oh wait, I once did met him alone on the road and somehow I got out of this encounter peacefully and healthy. Lucky me. |
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Ser Kerrigan Groves: Oh, dear. |
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