[b]NAME:[/b] Samson "Iron-Spear" of house Rosslen - a.k.a the "Gutter-Knight"

[b]AGE:[/b] 20

[b]HEIGHT:[/b] 5'11'' 

[b]WEIGHT:[/b] 160 lbs.

[b]BACKGROUND:[/b]

Samson was born to Sir Sam Rosslen, a noble in service to His Grace the King. After years of service in the city guard, he was given a small land and servants. As a son born in this noble house, Samson was given the proper education and martial training that was expected of a future soldier in service to the King. The Rosslen's weren't the wealthiest family, not by a long shot, but they never had to worry about having to do without.

House Rosslen's land were the plains, and supplied most of the kingdom with wheat and barley. Although they did raise livestock and horses, grain was their cash crop. 

Samson excelled in his combat training, being a quick study and having a seemingly endless supply of enthusiasm. In truth, he just liked being outside and moving around. With all the schooling inside and endless hours of sitting in front of a boring old maester, he worked extra hard with his combat and horse-riding training in hopes that they would let him train outside more.  And it worked. His father took noticed of his progress, devoting more time to hone and improve his son's talents in battle. Although the more boring lessons continued, they became less and less frequent as he grew older. 

On his eighteenth year, the dragons came. They burnt everything, all the crops and the livestock. Samson was one of the few survivors. His house, his wealth, and everything he knew was now gone. 

He became a beggar in the streets of the kingdom, as far as he knew this was only place left in the realm still standing. This was how he had gotten the nickname "the Gutter-Knight"; an inside joke between those who knew his past. 

One day he heard the criers shouting the King's call-to-arms. It was then that he set out to serve the King, as his father once had, with a sense of purpose and hope for the future. 

[b]PERSONALITY/WHY YOU JOINED:[/b]

Samson was a proud and confident youth before all that he had was burned away in a plume of dragon's fire. Two years of being a homeless beggar had drastically humbled him. Just like the many codes of honor and conduct his father had taught him, the poor also had it's own code. Titles meant nothing on the cobbles, your parents meant nothing to those with nothing. Deeds were remembered among the beggars, and who you were only mattered if you were good company to be around. 

Samson had evolved to become a kind and selfless person over the last two years. He shares more than he should with his fellow poor, and jumps in to defend them when attacked by those more fortunate. Having great skill in fighting, he has saved many of his friends from unfounded beatings from the city guards. 

Having a new perspective on the world and people, and having lost everything, Samson always does what he feels is the right thing. Always willing to jump in and defend the weak and innocent not caring about his life. He is always optimistic and seemingly happy, knowing that everything can always be worse. If you can see past the rags he wears, you will find a good-hearted and fun person. 


[b]PICTURE:[/b] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/b2/37/9b/b2379b8a6773753787b0dea34a5d372a--david-giuntoli-bearded-guys.jpg[/img]