*This is my interpretations as someone who has recently started consuming f1 media & I try to focus on media perception over full personality analysis.*

GR reminds me of Drizzt: resilient and hardworking, someone who has had to overcome impossible odds (ie Williams car era & fleeing a cult to go to the surface world), and someone who can be awkward yet charming at the same time. There is a disconnect between themselves and how media/interpretations of them are perceived, such as GR in media being “Dave Russell-ed” and Drizzt in Faerûn with the drow prejudice. They also don’t seem to just be fully serious 100% of the time, but the perception around them gives off that energy. Also, there appears to be a side to them that is aggressive and dangerous. (GR in white racing suit/ the crashing into other cars & Drizzt’s Hunter)

MV reminds me of Artemis Entreri: hardworking as well, but depicted with a cold exterior that reminds others of being like a machine only capable of winning. The image of “Mad Max”, the description of Artemis having eyes that are ice cold/like steel (from Carrie-Brie’s first description I think in Streams of Silver?), and the aggressiveness of their driving/bladework also have that same vibe of pure anger fueling them. That’s not all there is to them, but it is the “media portrayal” shall we say - Artemis and MV appear as if they grow as time goes on, thus this coldness and aggressiveness that has been seen before isn’t as ramped up as before. Plus, MV’s car trying to kill him at Silverstone is like Artemis in Menzo/around drow.

“I told myself I wouldn’t let you be forgotten like your mother - I visited her grave, Artemis. I see the words fading.” A grave of warm sandstone and dirt, eroded by age and harsh sandstorms.

“They are words carved by a spiteful child, Dee. Of course, they will fade.” Crudely carved letters on an alley street, once the haunt of a starved child. The child knew not how to read nor write, but had been taught the letters to his mother’s name by the bad man. It was carved from something the child would never admit. He would call it spite, envy, desperation, boredom, anything that did not tell of the warmth the letters gave the cold, hungry child. It was carved out of love, out of grief, out of determination.

“Shanali Entreri does not deserve to be forgotten.” She was a poor whore in the streets of Memnon, never doing anything more in the world, yet she gave the world to him. A sigh, “No one does.”

“No,” his snarl unexpected as it tears through her small frame, “Don’t you fucking start with that, Dhwarvel Tiggerwillis. Don’t. Start.” She was a fading figment of his memory, one he knows will soon be entirely forgotten.

A human is supposed to live barely a century, and yet here he stood halfway to his second. He has already forgotten her smile, her warm frame curled against his, her soothing voice singing old songs of her childhood. He stands to forget everything else - her hope for a better life for him, her songs of gods - of his namesake. He turns away from the mirror that Dwharvel’s frame sits just shy of, trying to hide the worst sin of all. He stands to forget how her eyes held not the gray of ice and steel, but the gray of the bright moon and the magnifying depth of storm clouds. He stands to forget how his eyes were once like her’s: peaceful. But oh, how beautifully tragic Shanali Entreri looked in the moonlight.

The chair creaks as he stands, several joints popping in and out of place. There is no groan nor emotion in his footsteps as he walks into Dhwarvel.

The mirage dissipates as his leg is pushed forward into her face. He doesn’t even react as the wisps of her body turn gray and black, shadowy tendrils curling by the floorboards.

As the door creaks open, he turns to the empty room his owner forced him to exist in, “Shanali Entreri has been dead for a long time. As have you. There is no grave for either of you. Nor will there be one for me.”

For this part, I wanted to delve more into the familial ties - Zaknafein and Drizzt, while a father-son duo, have a similar inherent tragicness in their narrative that Baelor and Maekar have as a duo of brothers.

For Zaknafein and Drizzt, they are master-of-arms and his apprentice before they are father and son; their House and society make their bond both stronger and more strained as Zaknafein tries to spare Drizzt by attempting to kill him, but they end up realizing their shared code and connect further. They fight alongside each other, and Zaknafein becomes a sacrifice to Lolth in an effort to save his son, who angered her by saving a child. The love for his son culminates when he gains control over his magically-controlled body and walks into acid to prevent more harm to his son as well as preventing Drizzt from having to kill him with Drizzt’s own sword. Zaknafein does not blame his son for the religious ritual or its repercussions.

Baelor and Maekar have that same narrative - the Hammer and the Anvil brother duo - in that they fight together and have built up a connection, though the Iron Throne/Blackfyre Rebellion/society has made them kinda a dynamic duo with their names being tied together in people’s minds. The love of their sons culminate in the Trial of the Seven - Maekar protecting his son by participating and Baelor (kinda) protecting his son by participating. Baelor’s protection is the fact he doesn’t order Valarr to side, instead he takes his son’s armor to put himself in danger. Maekar reflects Drizzt during the ritual sacrifice because his mace deals the lethal blow, but Baelor doesn’t register it as such - his last words were approval of his brother (just like Zaknafein) - which just develops the more tragic story. Drizzt refused to kill an innocent child, thus causing Zaknafein to be ritually sacrificed. Duncan refused for Tanselle to be sacrificed to Aerion and Maekar refused for Aerion to be sacrificed to this religious ritual combat without himself at his side, thus causing the death of Baelor in the sacrifice.

At first I was thinking of just Duncan - how they both have this determination and innocence when faced with the world they practically didn’t grow up in, but then I was struck with how Drizzt and Egg possibly have more parallels.

Drizzt and Duncan would be good friends, but Drizzt and Egg have this kinship that Duncan might not fully be able to understand. Hells, even Drizzt and Raymun have a similar kinship.

Drizzt’s relationship with his family is…yeah. Matriarchal society ruled by an evil goddess and being the lowest-born, just-barely-allowed-to-live son -> youngest son of the youngest prince of a House known for madness + younger cousin from a cousin branch of a smaller house….

All three of these characters have these sorta strained relationships but Egg and Drizzt have had family members/brothers try to maim and kill them, with Do’Urdens known for the standard drow cruelty and Aerion being Aerion. Their families are high nobility but in decline when they push away from the fortresses in hopes of becoming something - Drizzt comes to the surface world and finds a whole new place that scorns him, meanwhile Egg finds himself in a world of hedges and trees-as-tents that he complains yet embraces. Drizzt and Egg would get along because they both were given the tools/tutors of nobility, yet chose to walk the dirt path with friends.

Drizzt and Raymun would be a different sort of thing, but still very much one of respect since Drizzt would connect with him through upholding good deeds and being similar to Duncan in this innocence and hope/determination for good to prevail. Raymun, with getting out from his cousin and starting his own house/the green apple being its own thing, would find Drizzt’s journey, with rejecting Lolth and striving to be a good person, bearing similarities with his own. They are both people who love others, who befriend others - even in worlds where death comes to good men far earlier than it should.

Drizzt and Duncan? Like Perceval and Lancelot, both raised outside of courtly romances/chivalric knighthood traditions - both held hope for the father/mother figure in their life and found another father figure after that hope dashed.

Mooshie and Ser Arlan of Pennytree: fatherly/mentor figures in both their lives who die before the main character is truly “finished with training” so to speak. They are Drizzt and Dunk’s connection into this “new world” in which they need to be guided - Drizzt in learning common/nature, Dunk in becoming a squire and traveling. They do not need to be the perfect figures because of how they are remembered - by practically teens (book Dunk is like 16? Drizzt is like 30s/adult elves are 100)

Even with this death, they persist and still befriend, fall in love, etc. with the world around them and the people around them - no matter the pushback from others, they are determined to stay in this world they know little about. Drizzt and Duncan don’t know how the world works, nor how people think - but while Duncan is “thick as a castle wall”, Drizzt is better put as naive but cautious because his entire life below was death and schemes and “evil drow”.

Before Arlan and Mooshie, good friends die at the hands of others, such as Rafe for Duncan and Clacker and Drizzt. Even after Arlan and Mooshie, Prince Baelor dies in a trial of seven defending Duncan and countless died (think dwarven guards, Whisper, etc.) in Artemis’s pursuit of Drizzt. (Not to mention his other enemies and the drow houses)

Duncan and Drizzt would be great friends since they both value outdoors/“hedge knight life” - they care not for gold or glory, but in doing the right thing. Duncan embodies knightly/ chivalric conduct (loyalty to one’s princes/kings, bravery, virtue in protecting others, etc) and Drizzt, while not swearing fealty to one nation/leader, embodies a more nature-centric foe of chivalry where being a good person and saving others is his virtue. Both are good - too good for the realms/worlds they live in, but here they are determined to help and do what they can. Both want a home, a family, etc but that comes with being theirselves and holding onto their principles. That is why Egg and Raymun are Dunk’s family and why the Companions are Drizzt’s.