If Sam Evans (Glee) was in Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire, which Great House of Westeros would they be part of or at least the most affiliated with?
House Targaryen
House Stark
House Lannister
House Baratheon
House Greyjoy
House Tully
House Arryn
House Martell
House Tyrell
Voting ended onAug 31, 2025
Ways to approach the poll if the character isn’t a royal:
If you think they’d be from a smaller house, go with the Great House that that smaller house is sworn to (ex: House Manderly —> vote Stark)
They don’t have to be a nobleperson, they can be someone working for the house or being ruled by them. Roles could be a sworn-sword, a septa, a butcher, a blacksmith, or even a lowly peasant.
You can consider the region itself. For example, if you feel the character would be from Dorne, pick House Martell.
You can consider the personality of the character. For example, if your character is all about honor, then consider either House Arryn or House Stark.
Last, but not least, be creative with it! For example, there was a comment I read that the character who was the subject of the poll would be pulling a Littlefinger, so they went with either Lannister or Tyrell as that would be that character’s target houses.
As often as I find Samuel Evans name pop up, he’s not given much of a personality. All he’s known for is “that one guy with an eye problem and would later fight over command of the New York navy yard with Isaac Chauncey”.
William M. Crane and John H. Dent have more character than him by both being bitches. (Jk but I find these two annoying).
Et voilà, promesse fait, promesse tenue !
18h00 et le Samuel Evans est bouclée. Avec une publication à titre d'exemple tellement bien écrite, le rôle est donc décrochée par : sweetsamuelevans.
Maintenant que ma Katherine a son Samuel, le jeu pourra débuter et j'espère que tu aimeras ce 1x1 qui me tient beaucoup à cœur. Et n'hésite pas si tu as la moindre question sur le jeu ou le fonctionnement, si besoin est !
Carol, I got really excited that someone applied for Sam! I loved reading over your audition, and I'm happy to have you as part of the family. All I ask now is that you track the tags located on the navigation page, and that your account is made within 24 hours. You can follow everyone here.
LET’S GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER.
Hey there, my name is Carol. I'm seventeen years old and from Brazil, so I'm in the GMT-2 timezone. My activity level would be an 8 out of 10, mostly because I have school in the morning but spend most of my afternoons and nights online.
NOW IT’S CHARACTER INFORMATION TIME.
NAME: Samuel Owen Evans
FACECLAIM: Chord Overstreet
AGE: 24
BIRTH ORDER: The oldest
JOB: Sales team
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
DO-ABLE SHIPS: Sam/Chemistry
NON DO-ABLE SHIPS: Samcedes
THE POSITIVE: Loyal, humble, honest and supportive
THE NEGATIVE: Easily impressed, low self-esteem, inferiority complex and suffers from dyslexia.
YOU’RE ALMOST FINISHED, NO WORRIES!
When thinking of Sam Evans, the first thing to cross your mind should be a boy-next-door kind of guy. Growing up in a small town in the state of Tennessee, Sam was your regular football player with a lot of friends, places to go and girls lining up on his door. He always felt different from most of his friends, though, because while their plans were to keep playing football at college and getting all the girls, Sam always knew that studying would never get him too far. Dyslexia was a big problem for him, and he knew that if it weren't for his place at the team, his teachers would never let him graduate. Not only that, but the boy was always much more comfortable reading comic books and playing video games instead of partying and chasing after girls like his teammates. Sam never saw a future for himself in the South, where people never understood his passion of the arts, fashion magazines and music. It was hard convincing his twin sibling to come along with him, but at the age of 18 the two of them left America behind for Paris, the city of love and -more importantly- of fashion.
Nowadays, Sam finds himself working at Runway magazine as a part of the Sales team. His French is still a little rusty and it gets him in trouble every now and them, but Sam dreams of becoming a famous model, and he figured that having a job in one of the most influential fashion magazines should be a good place to start. It's enough to pay his bills and he can keep an eye out for a chance to show his tallent. Besides, the boy's made some very good friends during his time there. His only concern is not being good enough to be a model. Every single day, Sam goes to work and watches people who seem so cold-hearted, arguing about a jacket or the color of a scarf, and he wonders if he can make it in the fashion industry.
FINAL STOP — YOUR PARA SAMPLE.
After the reunion was over, Sam couldn’t be happier about it. It took that one meeting for him to realize just how much he had missed those people, his best friends from high school. They had been a family to each other. Sometimes, a shoulder to cry on. Others, the love of your life or just your best friend. Still, the best part of that Saturday had been to know that the amazing connection wasn’t gone –he still felt comfortable around them. Like when they were united, just laughing or singing, the world outside those walls didn’t exist. So on his way back home, the blonde boy kept on singing ‘Billionaire’, drumming his fingers on the wheels as he quickly made his way back to his family’s house; parking the truck outside and jumping out of it.
Walking towards the doorway, he immediately realized that the front door was left open, and that was weird. His mother had made sure to handle him the keys, that way he could come back late if he wanted to. It got even worst once he stepped inside to find complete darkness. “Mom?” He called quietly, afraid of waking anybody up, but his heart was already beating faster –there was something wrong there. He turned the lights on, leaving him shocked with the sight he got. The place was all covered in blood, the couch was standing in the middle of the living room, completely scratched and almost turned apart. “Mom! Dad!” Sam screamed, the panic starting to take over him.
There was no response as Sam made his way upstairs, running towards his parent’s bedroom. The door was opened as well, and it looked like a massacre had happened there. His knees got weak for a moment, and he had to lean himself on the sideboard. He was already considering the worst, and couldn’t help the couple silent tears to tear down his face. But he didn’t have time to cry once his sibling were still missing too –and as the realization hit him, Sam was already back on his feet, running to Steve’s room. “Steve! Stacey!” He screamed, shutting the door open and storming in. This time, he could recognize a body on the floor. It was covered in blood, but the blonde hair seemed to shine in the dark. “Oh my God.” He gasped as he switched the lights on. The apparently dead body was facing down, what gave Sam immediate hope. “Steve, come on man.” He called while turning the body around. It was covered with bites, what was unusual. Sam ran his fingers through the marks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. His desperate tears were already falling on his brother’s body as he shook his head.
Sam just couldn’t understand what was happening there. It felt like living a nightmare, with the same feeling of desperation and horror, because you can’t choose to wake up. He just stood there for a moment or two –kneeled beside his brother’s body, crying. What snapped the boy back to reality was a quiet moan. And, right away, white eyes opening and staring deeply at him. Sam fell back into the ground, before dragging himself a couple feet back. His eyes were now spread open, extremely scared. Steve’s body started to get back to life, arms now moving and crawling his way. Sam looked inside those lifeless eyes before his instinct got stronger than himself and he got up, running to the hallway and closing the door behind him.
The adrenaline was so high, that his emotions were shot down. His brain started to work much faster as he held the door closed. The sounds of Steve’s attempts to get to him, the bites, the blood, moans, white lifeless eyes… but it couldn’t be. “No way.” Sam whispered quietly, shaking his head and closing his eyes for a second. It had happened to him a thousand times in video games –the stage would start with him entering a public place, people were screaming and the army would be shooting them down. The zombies.
He ran to his old bedroom, that were now Stacey’s. Just like he had predicted, there was no sign of the girl too. He immediately locked the door, but the zombie’s scratches could be heard not even a second later. Grabbing his old guitar, Sam held it tightly for a moment –hoping he was right. Maybe that instrument would mean the hope to him again, just like it had been through all his high school years. “It’s time to save me again.” He said in a trembling tone, while staring at the door. He had to do it. He’d open the door, and a zombie would come in. He’d hit it, right in the head, and explode his brain right away. Just like in the video game. He thought, taking his last long breath before kicking the door open. Sam barely had the time to look at him –his little brother. By the time it came straight to his direction, Sam’s arm swung and the zombie was knocked to the ground. Sam kicked its head a few times, anger taking over him. He kicked, threw the guitar away, punched and screamed until he was too tired. Eventually, he couldn’t stare at the body anymore. He ran downstairs, locked the front door, turned the lights off and sit on the couch. Embracing his knees, he finally let himself start to cry again, this time quickly turning into a desperate sob.
