Victarion Sunderly

**Victarion Sunderly** is the first and only son of the former Lord of Seagrave, Harrald Sunderly, and his lady wife, Alannys Farwynd, the younger brother of Falka Sunderly, and the current Lord of Seagrave. He assumed Lordship over Seagrave in 97 AC upon the death of Lord Harrald, having died during a raid in the Stepstones. Though a dangerous opponent with axe and sword, he shines at the head of a longship, and is well renowned for both his guile in raids and naval combat, as well as his crippling melancholy. He is the captain of the *Drowned's Fury.*

## Appearance

Tall and broad-built with lean, sinewy muscle clinging to his limbs, Victarion has a ruggedly handsome quality about him, that he might pass for a mainlander should he want to. Though he rarely shaves, he is not quite capable of growing a beard quite yet, the whispy stubble beginnings of one darkening his jawline. Victarion has long black hair worn cut just above his shoulders, rarely bothering to trim or tame his unruly curls.

With his head constantly beneath the waves, he has little sense or desire to dress as a lord might, and as a result, often looks more like a deckhand than a nobleman. When at sea, he wears hide and leather travelling clothes, often without layers to protect from the chill of the winds in Ironman's Bay, as he is unbothered by the cold. At formal occasions, he wears simple formal wear in the colors of his house, topped off with an exotic grey fur cloak taken off a corpse during his first reaving.

In battle, he wears a full suit of light scale armor, for mobility, and so that he might claim he is more religious than he actually is. He wields a war axe in each hand, both of which gifts from his father after his first reaving.

## **Character and Personality**

Victarion is sullen, withdrawn, and prone to bouts of melancholy by nature, and has been since birth. His father put him on a longship as soon as was reasonable in order to try and shake him of his troubles, to moderate success. Harrald taught him to sail and reave and drink his sorrows away, or at least until he could ignore them well enough, and as such, he has grown to have a particular fondness for the three, craving the high that he feels when in action. When around others, though, he is relatively even-tempered, outgoing, and even impish at times, with a biting and dry sense of humor, though it is rare anyone but his uncle find any of his attempted jokes humorous.

When isolated, however, the opposite takes hold; he goes on for days upon days without sleeping, then sleeps for as many days as he stayed awake to make up the difference. Erratic ticks, heavy drinking, and often weeks at a time of not leaving his chambers can occur during the more severe swings of his emotional state, though that quickly fades as soon as he can be motivated to set sail for the open ocean; whether with the intention of raiding, exploring, or even just clearing his head.

He has few ambitions in life. Women are seldom able to hold his interest, both thralls and Ironborn, he has no goals or devices for his house in planned for the foreseeable future. Ultimately, Victarion is a creature of pleasure. He does what feels right in the moment. In spite of his clever pragmatism and ability to both administrate and strategize in battle, he is more likely to follow whatever will make him feel better in the moment, regardless of the self destruction that it can bring.

Though he loved his father dearly in life, the two were never quite close; Harrald was a busybody, and constantly found some way or another to occupy his time in a productive nature, and that rarely included Victarion, or any of the rest of his family, for that matter. He was always far closer to his father's younger brother, Halleck, who served as a sort of father figure for him in many ways, when his true father was off reaving or sailing at behest of the king. Having never met his mother, his elder sister Falka, maternal in her own right and fiercely protective of him, often served as a more motherly figure in his life, enough that he has never quite felt the loss of Elesif as far as he can recall. As a youth, he aspired to be like his remaining family, all of whom had become accomplished reavers and sailors in their own right, hardened by battle and the salt spray of the sea. Now, though, the idea of that identity means little and less to him, and the only value it contains is the potential fix of adrenaline he can obtain from reaving and sailing. He views life in the short term, a bad habit likely exacerbated by his lack of parents at such a young age. Though Victarion finds reading absurd and does it as little as possible, he is quite fond of oral tradition and spoken stories, many of which made up the foundation of his initial dreams to follow in the footsteps of his father and sister and uncle.

## **Background**

### **Youth**

Victarion was born to Harrald Sunderly and Elesif Farwynd in the year 74 AC, with a sister four years his elder, Falka. His mother died of health complications that could not be identified by a maester mere days afterward, an event that deeply wounded Harrald, who had loved his wife deeply. In order to cope with his own pain, he left the raising of Victarion in large part to his younger brother, Halleck, and the rest of the household of Seagrave.

After the untimely death of his mother, though, little else of note occurred in his earlier years. Victarion's sullen nature became more and more apparent as he grew older, and his uncle and sister did their very best to try and break him of it in the ways they were capable of at the time, when around. Often times, however, he was the sole Sunderly at Seagrave; as his sister's coming of age came and went, and she began reaving with their father, and Halleck was off on his own adventures, it grew more normal and more frequent that he would find himself alone.