Urrathon Wavewalker

Urrathon Wavewalker, once a humble son of a thrall, now a priest of the Drowned God, was one of Torrhen's and later Loren Greyjoy's followers.

Appearance and Character
Urrathon Wavewalker is a stern and imposing individual, eschewing any opulence or flamboyance for delicate, roughspun robes made from the wool of sheep found on the Iron Islands. He often smells of salt, his body beat by the waves of the sea more often than not. He does not smile often, preferring to mask his face in a frown of pious wrath, set below two intense eyes.

Urrathon has lived a life of servitude, given to the Drowned God when he was but a boy, the son of a thrall taken in servitude on a raid long ago. Too poor to feed him, he was given to the Priests of the ironborn, who raised him with the tenants of the Drowned God. This life has made him humorless and quick to anger if he believes the Drowned God is in any way disrespected. Life is cheap on the Iron Islands, and Urrathon is one who understands that better than most.

A Life of Suffering 373 AC- 379 AC
Urrathon born to a thrall and a lowborn woman, little more than two peasants earning their bread from his father working in the iron mines. He had four siblings, all older than him, but he did not know them long. When he was but six years old, the cold took his eldest brother, and the lack of food and warmth his family could provide meant that his other siblings were not far along. Without the means to feed their youngest son, his parents elected instead to give him to the Drowned Men, to be raised as one of them. His last memory of his parents was being taken from them by dour men in dark robes.

They fed him well, and drowned him anew, declaring him to a member of their priesthood, and keeping him warm as he shivered and wept. After an age, he grew stronger, and after a while took to his new, hard life. His new brothers were not sympathetic or easy, his life was that of beaches and the waves, but these can prove to be teachers of a sort.

A Life in Servitude 379 - 418 AC
The Drowned God had rescued him, and it was to him that Urrathon owed his life. He was not a particularly adept priest, choosing instead to stick to the shallows of his religion, serving under others of his order. He performed rites, and learned under other Drowned Priests, learning of drownings, but never doing more than simply exist. He had a simple life, one of quiet prayer, but he never dreamed of anything more.