Artos Drumm Birth Name Artos Drumm Titles Prince of the Iron Islands, Captain of the Nightstalker Gender Male Date Of Birth 73 Location Old Wyk Culture Ironborn Religion Drowned Faith Status Alive Occupation Prince Holdings None but boundless ambition Physical Information Eye Color Brown Hair Color Brown Build Muscular Height 6"0 Weight 200 lbs Relations Father Wulfgar Drumm Mother Erena Stonehouse Spouse(s) The sea Saltwife Glory Liege Urragon Drumm META Player Username /u/drummroleplease Name on Discord yossarion22 Auxiliary Character Yes

Artos Drumm is the eldest son of Wulfgar Drumm and his wife Erena Stonehouse. He is a brash man, at home at sea with axe in hand.

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Appearance and Character Edit

Artos Drumm is a muscular man, body honed from a life of combat and sail. When he was young, his heroes were the Grey King, Lodos Drumm, Veron Greyjoy... Any well nown Ironborn who could swing and axe and command a ship. His attractive face is marred only by one scar that he recieved in essos not 5 years back.

Personality wise, Artos is not an unpleasant man, kind to his family, though fierce to his enemies. He is ambitious, grown on stories of valour and the debt of gratitude owed his father. He can be callous sometimes, arrogant others, but he is well loved by his crew, and he is known as a powerful raider.

History Edit

Almost a Hero (73 - 89) Edit

Artos Drumm was born to Wulfgar Drumm and Erena Stonehouse in the year 73 AC, their eldest son. He grew up under the shadow of the other Drumms, though he was close to Uther and his elder sister Lyra. His father was steward of the Drumm household, though even with his knowledge they had no way to predict what would happen in but a few years.

He grew up fast and strong, the delight of the master of arms and the terror of those boys who faced him in the courtyard. He was oft found upon the sea as well, following his uncle wherever he could. He dreamed of captaining his own ship one day, and spent many long days staring out at the fleet of ships at Old Wyk, preparing for the day when he might join their number.

When he was but six did the war break out, a terrible war that Artos dreamt of for years after. If only he was a little older, a little stronger, a little quicker... But he was a child. His family fought and died, fought and won, all while little Artos stayed at home, learning of the Drowned Faith. When his father left the isle, he did not cry, but merely watched as the ship bringing him to Blacktyde grew smaller and smaller. He may never have come back, but thankfully the Drumm flag flew above Pyke only later that year.

Halleck Drumm was born around the same time as well, and despite their differences they both became a fast pair. While Halleck was slight, quick, and possessing a silver tongue, Artos proved the more stoic of the two, and often the one forced to get him out of trouble. Halleck had a knack for angering the larger boys as well, and Artos, despite some irritation, was happy to rescue him if need be.

Artos Drumm spent much of his time with his uncle Dagmar as he grew older, though he still worked with his father from time to time, though only on the projects that could be seen in the light of day. Those that were only whispered about, those that gave Wulfgar the reputation of necromancer, he heard of only from others. Though even Artos knew his father was a torturer, and perhaps he suspected something darker.

At the age of fourteen did he begin to join Dagmar on sailing, serving as a crew member on Dagon's Curse. By all accounts he loved such a job, though he knew he wished for more. After four years upon that ship, working his way up and learning every position he could, he was awarded his own ship, that which he called Nightstalker. He claimed that no ship among the crimson fleet was faster, and perhaps he was right.

A Better Man (89 - 95 AC) Edit

When Urragon ascended to the Seadragon Throne did Artos began to take a more active role in the Iron Islands. It was Urragon who gave him his first ship, and who encouraged him to join Veron on his yearly reavings. It was there that he truly became a man, at least by his own standards. The Nightstalker was oft used as a scouting vessel, typically the first in and oft the last out. He covered himself in glory, earning the ire of the Essosi and spilling blood for the greater glory of the Drowned God.

It was among these companions that he first began to feel some sense of camaraderie, his own crew more family perhaps than his own, though he loved them dearly. Maybe it was this far east where the spark of ambition first was lit as well, that which whispered deep into his soul, late at night. That which looked at the driftwood crown atop Urragon's head with envious eyes. After all, their only difference was that of one brother.

Ambition Tempered by Glory (95 - 98 AC) Edit

And so he plundered and reaved, working his way across the narrow sea every time Lord Veron began his slow march east. And every time he returned home, the glint in his eye grew. His loyalty to Urragon is unmatched, but he dreams of more than simply the cousin of a king. And he is eager to show his worth in any way he can, be it through bloody means or otherwise.