Septon Sullon

Septon Sullon is the Septon of the Snowy Sept, and has been the Master of Whisperers for the Iron Throne since the year 400 A.C., after the unfortunate death of his predecessor, Lord [House]. He has performed admirably in his task, showing himself less an appointment to appease that Faith than a man actually competent in carrying out the tasks he's been given. It's said that he himself goes about the city like a shadow, all clad in black.

Background
Born to an impoverished family in the Riverlands, Sullon was destined for a life of normalcy...Or as close as normalcy gets for the Smallfolk. It has been rumoured that his father was descended from Lucifer Justman and the glorious family themselves (Such rumours have popped up only in the last ten years, all given light denials by Sullon, yet they continue to flourish...Poor fellow!)

Yet it was in his tenth year that he saved the daughter of the local nobility from the groping hands of a fellow peasant, one with whom Sullon had a long rivalry with, funnily enough. The boy was put to death, and Sullon granted a boon of his choice...He chose the study of the faith. The nobleman's daughter also became notably pious during this time, spending hours a day in the Sept of the town with Sullon.

In the courts of the Faith, Sullon was quick to find favor. For he was remarkably skilled at finding plots it seemed, and it just so happened that, conveniently, it was always his rivals doing the plotting...One can trust so few people these days.

Soon enough, it was to Oldtown he was sent. He quickly became a favourite of the Starry Septon for his strict adherence to the Starry Rites, though funnily enough when he finally returned to King's Landing he became just as popular with the High Septon for his adherence to the Baelorian, and still maintains the favor of each for these reasons.

The Most Devout
It is rare to have recommendations from both the Starry Septon and the High Septon when one is being promoted to the Most Devout, and yet Sullon had both, with neither knowing the other wished for him to be made part of the Most Devout! Indeed, it was partially out of spite, out of the idea (Told to them by Sullon) that his appointment would sorely offend the other. It was also perhaps helpful that his chief rival for the position was found with R'hllorian holy items in his room...How unfortunate, to think the enemies of the Faith are so near to its own bosom! This was when he was 27 years old.

He quickly became a leal agent of the High Septon, an informant of the first class, and a very visible figure to the people. It was not uncommon for whispers to abound about the shadowy Septon, clad in black, the Stranger Himself to be about the city, though few ever actually saw or noticed such a fellow.

During this time he also promoted membership of the Silent Sisters, many of whom attend to him constantly in his duties.

Master of Whisperers
But unfortunately the Faith and the Crown sometimes clash, and thus it was that Sullon found himself a rival in the Master of Whisperers, Lord [House]. It was a rivalry unknown to nearly everyone, as the two would often compete for agents and information, and indeed Sullon was the cause of many misreports and incorrect findings that Lord [House] ended up reporting. But such rivalries always seem to end to soon.

In this case, it just so happened that Lord [House] must have found the pressure too much to handle. For he was found in his study next to three empty bottles of wine, a bloody letter opener in one hand, and both his wrists cut and bleeding...Perhaps he should have gotten out of the kitchen if he couldn't have handled the heat.

But what was the throne to do without a Master of Whisperers, a new one must be discovered! Thankfully Sullon was there to step in, both on the recommendation of the Faith and by the fact that one of the chief lieutenants of the Goldcloaks, responsible mainly for night patrols, was found to be plotting a revolt of sorts...Information which Sullon brought to the Crown himself, along with a recommendation of a suitable man of good character to fill his place.

And so it was, that Sullon found himself made the Master of Whisperers. He's done admirably in his role for seven years, his sweet words and honeyed tongue winning more than a few allies at court, and to think he as a spy has never betrayed any of his friends...Shame that it seems many of their friends these days have become traitors, though...

Since becoming Master of Whispers, he has established many houses for Silent Sisters throughout the City, a charitable act he claims. Furthermore on the sly, he has been slowly investing in certain businesses throughout the city it is said, again...To earn money for the Faith ostensibly.

Household

 * Shyra of Lys, 23, Maid
 * Yissana of Lys, 7 Shyra's Daughter
 * Illyrio of Lys, 5 Shyra's Son
 * Illima of Lys, 2, Shyra's Daughter
 * Septa Falyse
 * Septa in his employ
 * Sister Brown
 * Silent Sister, Superior at one of the Silent Houses in the City
 * Sister Smith
 * Silent Sister, serves as a clerk of sorts.
 * Sister Selyse
 * Silent Sister, in Sullon's court.
 * Sister Selanna
 * Silent Sister in White Harbour
 * Septon Sybalt
 * Sullon's 2nd in Command at the Snowy Sept


 * Septon Tybalt
 * Sullon's Constant Companion


 * Ser Aldric
 * Knight from the Vale, head of Sullon's Guard

Quotes
"...remember that Black and black are 'oft alike...Their fortunes are tied, and when one rises the other is sure to rise as well...But when one falls? Well, then so sadly shall the other. Who will be there to pick up the pieces then, I wonder...Who will emerge from the ashes of that smoldering blaze." - To Jason Bracken

"Everybody has a forename that can be used, Ser Corbray. Not all of us have the honour of having a surname though, it is a good reminder of sorts..." - To Brynden Corbray

''"A mouser is always needed in places like this, you see...So full of rats, and even other cats at times. A beautiful creature, though...More trustworthy than a dog I'd say. A cat has a certain intelligence to it, a certain insight which a dog in its blind loyalty lacks. Dogs are much too concerned with pedigree as well, it seems." ''- To Selenya Targaryen