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The Mystery of Simon Withal
So, a while back I was making dossiers for all the members of the Wolfcats, Arya's original squad with the Varden, and Simon Withal was the medic.
But he wasn't just the medic. See, Simon was a jack of all trades, master of all. He came about in my mind as a bit of a play on the 'Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man/ doctor, lawyer, chief' nursery rhyme. Simon was a soft spoken man that had an early-middle aged face, and, by Arya's and Glen's accounts (and Brom's, when pressed), they all met him at various times but he was always 'somewhere between twenty eight to fourty two, and even though we knew him for over forty years he never seemed to age more than ten.'
Simon knew how to do many things. If you ever asked him how or where he learned something, he would simply say 'I was xyz before I joined the varden.'
A quick list of SOME the things Simon claims to have been employed as:
Squaddie songs, sung by the soldiers of World War I.
Modern Inheritance: Flag (One Word Prompt Short)
(A/N: Arya’s original Varden squad lasted for about 12 years, with boot camp and specialized training interspersed with combat in the first two years or so. I’ve always wanted to do stories about the ‘squaddies,’ but I’ve never been able to put them on paper. But they’re always in the back of my mind with MIC.)
Flag
It was one of those things that she never explained to anyone, but somehow, everyone knew not to question it.
Arya only brought it out after she participated in a sabotage run or a major victory. Tied to whatever stick or pole available, the haggard flag would be planted outside her tent for a day before disappearing again. When passing by it the elf would give it a smart human salute, and would stand a vigil at dawn and dusk when it was on display. Occasionally members of the Varden who knew of its significance would come by to pay their respects and quietly murmur with Arya over hardwon beers. No one disturbed them when they came, and when they left they always touched the flag with gentle reverence.
The cotton bunting was somewhat yellowed with age, the edges frayed and the end ragged and torn. There were holes that wind flitted through that looked suspiciously like bullet wounds, one corner charred orange and brown. The pole edge had rusted stains the shape of gripping fingers where bloodied hands had raised it in triumph.
The white dragon still stood tall, the rose in its claws faded yet not forgotten while its blade still stabbed into the royal purple field. Below, a hand painted emblem of a shield where a mountain cat and wolf were locked in an endless chase, a sword the only thing separating the two beasts. The phrase “Now You See Us…” curved around the bottom of the crest, while 1st SPECIAL TACTICS AND RECON DIVISION arced above it.
No matter the weather, the flag never changed, the cloth now steeped in magic and preserved till the end of time in quiet remembrance.
If anyone looked through Arya’s collection of pictures and fairiths they would have seen the flag as it started its long journey. The group of ten human men and youths, joined by a young elf woman, all beaming while holding up the crisp new flag and bearing patches of the emblem proudly on their shoulders. The pictures losing men as the years went on. The final taken decades ago, a dark skinned elderly man with a streak of his tightly curled white hair dyed startlingly blue standing beside Arya, arms slung over each other’s shoulders. They held the tattered flag together one last time, smiling just as broadly and just as proudly as they had all those years before.
The unit emblem was lost to time, only found in two places in the Varden. On a faded patch sewn to the inside of Arya spidersilk combat jacket, and on that tattered, honored flag.
Pick another Modern Inheritance Cycle Squaddie to get his backstory! (Round 3)
Manielen "Jaybird" Delsson (Alagaësian)
Paxten "Pax" Gormsson (Alagaësian)
Caleb Rosensson (Alagaësian)
Currently completed profiles:
Samuel "Sam Wicks" Wickie
Rüdiger “Rudi” Brynsson

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Pick another Modern Inheritance Cycle Squaddie to get his backstory! (Round 4)
Kaz Tehmon (Surdan)
Paxten "Pax" Gormsson (Alagaësian)
Manielen "Jaybird" Delsson (Alagaësian)
Currently completed profiles:
Samuel “Sam Wicks” Wickie
Rüdiger “Rudi” Brynsson
Caleb Rosensson
Who are the MIC Squaddies??
MIC Squaddies Profile: Rüdiger “Rudi” Brynsson
Nickname(s): Rudi
Race/Ethnicity/Nationality: Human w/ dwarf ancestry, Alagaësian
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Place of Birth: Melian
Height: 5’2” (~158 cm)
Body Type: Short King
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Dark brown
Beard: Dark brown flecked with grey
Specialty: Field engineer (demolition/sapping, structure breaching, tunnel warfare), urban warfare
Excluding the group’s elven spellcaster, Rüdiger “Rudi” Brynsson is the second oldest member of the original Special Tactics and Recon Wolfcats. He is also the very shortest of the group. His height has never held him back, and despite occasionally having to grudgingly ask Sam or Arya for a bit of a boost to get into the saddle, Rudi has quite the commanding presence when among his younger comrades. When the lanky commander Vans can’t quiet the rabble, a booming call to attention from his second-in-command immediately snaps everyone into line.
MIC Squaddies Profile: Samuel Wickie
Nickname(s): Sam, Wicks
Race/Ethnicity/Nationality: Human, Surdan
Gender/Age: Male, 22 (on first meeting)
Place of Birth: Forlis, a small town on the shores of Tüdosten Lake, northwest of Petrøvya
Height: 6’5”
Body Type: Tall and muscular
Eyes: Light green
Hair: Sandy blond
Specialty: Navigation, terrain reading, strength
Samuel Wickie, more commonly known among his friends and the squad as Sam or Wicks, is a young man from the Surdan lakeside town of Forlis. Towering over his teammates and cutting an imposing, muscular figure for such a height, most outside his social circle give him a wide berth. Sam is, however, one of the softest of the Special Tactics and Recon Wolfcats, clinging to his youthful outlook and always first to smile.