Dolorous Edd Tollett

Why are you lot want to talk to me about, it's not like -


BEEEEEEEP.

OOC INFO;
Player Name: Devi
Contact Info: devimelete @ plurk, devimelete@hotmail.com, or PM at this journal
Current Character:

IC INFO;
Character Name: Eddison "Dolorous Edd" Tollett
Canon: A Song of Ice and Fire (novel, not the show)
Canon Information: Canon info

Canon Point: At the third book Storm of Swords, during the attack at the Fist of the First Men
Age: Unknown. Possibly in his late thirties or early forties, but who knows. He's not described as an old man in any case.
God Houses:

Sigyn: Edd is a sour man who focuses on the mundane aspects of the ASOIAF, so naturally half the things that comes out of his mouth is about food. It's not that he's a nurturing man - far from it, actually - but he focus on the most primal things that can keep a person going. What's the point of ancestors and honor when you can't eat?

Heimdall: Despite the fact that he was tricked into going to the Wall, Edd is the most loyal of the Night's Watch, and to Jon. It would have been easy for Edd to be bitter by his grim view point of the world and be part of the mutiny, but no: he stand by the Watch, despite his depressive outlook.

The sad fact that Edd is more aligned with Heimdall in terms of character, but Sigyn being responsible for food and harvest means he's more inclined to her instead. He's a steward, he had his share of kitchen work and harvesting anyway. Just expect him to bitch and complain when asked to choose before making his selection.


Personality: While most characters in A Song of Ice and Fire are focused on honor, family, revenge, or ambition, Edd is a man separate from the rest. He's there to either take the winds from someone's sails, or to remind someone that how bad as things can get, it can and will get worst. To quote a ASOIAF fan podcast, Edd is the equivalent of Eeyore as a Shakespearean fool. He sums up the settings and the plot of the whole canon in the most depressing of fashions. He's gloomy and sad and to him the world is broken that can never be fixed. It's why he makes so many dark jokes: he's preparing himself for the worst to come, so it won't come as an awful surprise to him, particularly death. No rose colored glasses for Edd.

And yet he still trudges on. It would have been easy for Edd to fall completely to the entropy of cynicism like many of his Night's Watchmen, but he stayed true. He stay loyal to Lord Mormont until the very end, when the mutiny happened and Mormont is murdered. Beneath the bad jokes and the cynical one-lines, he stays true. His attempt to run for Lord Commander office is more in line of his jokes, but his sincere belief in the Watch and in Jon led him to nominate Jon as a candidate for Lord Commander without Jon's knowledge. Despite the crusty cynicism and dour humor, there's a gooey heart in Edd, even when he literally says to Jon "Better you than me," when Jon is elected as Lord Commander.

Some of his worst (or rather his best) jokes have the underpinnings of sympathy for people and the world around them. When Lord Mormont pined for a chance for the dead to speak, Edd will ask: Why? They were assholes when they were alive, would they be any different dead? It comes to question later on when so many people in Westeros do so many things in the name of the dead. Why do the dead have the right over so many lives? They are dead, filled with worms, and have no say in the matter. Edd would recount a time he found a brother drowned in a wine casket, and the corpse did not do any favors with the taste. Sure, Edd drank the wine, but his point he tries to make here it's a terrible thing to find a loved one dead, and the sadness can drive him to drink. His kindness is there, armored in irony.


Writing Sample: Edd's complain about this whole godly affairs starts off like this: "Why am I supposed to pick? Edd, they tell me, you better pick this wormy apple or the onion. Well, I'll pick the apple, because at least I get to eat worms in addition to the apple."

"These are the gods we are speaking of, not onions or apples or worms."

"Why do these gods make me pick? They all the same, wanting these words and that song sung, and maybe a fat septon or seven or maybe a tree, if they are more hands off about it." The little one hiding behind the woman doesn't seem too impressed with Edd, though he can't tell what little girls are thinking. Edd never had any luck with women or girls, it's just the general nature of being a man of the Night's Watch. The whores at Mole's Town or at Craster's Keep, those where the women Edd is used to seeing on occasion but never touched them, and never seen anything as otherworldly as these two. It causes Edd to mistrust this whole business with the gods. In this strange place it feels like he's dreaming, or worse, dead in a heaven he doesn't even like.

It almost makes him want to go to the Fist of the First Men, where he at least had a better understand of that particular nightmare.

Almost.

"You must pick," the woman chides Edd, bring Edd back to the issue at hand. Edd sighs and sucks at his teeth impolitely. "The one with the food and harvest will do."

"Certain?"

"What can a man do in his life without eating?" It's not like he can eat his sword. Or his boots, though technically he can. Good leather on them. Too bad Edd's teeth aren't that strong in eating boots. At least Edd can mash turnips and eat those, if the gods have any turnips.

slap-dash hmd post, what a sad sack of bones this guys is.