#;; SIF & ULY.

[axdently]

in the corner of her room, she lounges in her favorite wicker chair. she has memories of her mother, lady silk, standing over her, brushing her hair, and whispering affirmations and manifestations of the beautiful strong woman she’d become. in her lap, sits the harp she clumsily strums. she searches for soothing melodies, but she can’t seem to find them lately. until Ulysses, her brother–– it felt weird to say, announces himself, and she greets him with a soft smile. “No. Stay.” she sets her harp to the side, and shifts in her cushioned chair. “These are my quarters. I like to separate work my work from my personal life.” she watches as he examines her belongings, feeling bare in front of him. “I need the distraction.” and yet she still feels awkward in getting to know the formalities of having a brother. does she offer him the opposing seat? do they both stand? should she offer a tour of the gardens? “Is finding your way around House Fraser getting any better for you? The Fraser Roses must be taking a liking to you, they hardly ever allow strange men into my room without my consent.” given his reputation, she finds it important to ask, “Are you behaving yourself with my guardswomen, Uly?”

ulysses lebeau && lady seraphim

“So…this is where it all goes down…huh?”

Of course, Ulysses has been inside of House Fraiser before, but back as a young student. “It feels like I’m getting to see the behind-the-scenes of it all. Is…this your office…I guess?” What he’s really asking is if this was the room that belonged to her…although he can’t quite bring himself to say the words. Or to hear them back from Sif. Instead, he finds himself eyeing the contents of every shelf, every heavy book, and even the plants sitting in the windowsill. “Sorry, is now a bad time?” He turns to look back at Sif. With news of any sacrifice that must be chosen by each head of house, he realizes she might be under too much pressure and not open for any visitors. “I can come back. If you need me to.”

@axdently​

[vicioushauntings]

( lee min ho, he/him, cursed blood) To ULYSSES LEBEAU, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of FIREY ICE MANIPULATION grows a little stronger.  They are a HELLHOUND shade aligned to HOUSE FRASER. For FORTY years, they have survived a world of magic with both their CHARISMATIC and EGOCENTRIC. They work as a BOUNCER, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to CHANGE THE PERCEPTION OF CURSED BLOODS.

BASICS

FULL NAME: Ulysses LeBeau NICKNAMES: Uly BIRTHDAY: January 28 ZODIAC: Aquarius Sun GENDER: Cis Male PRONOUNS: He/him SEXUALITY: Pansexual

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 6’2 DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Contacts. When he overuses his ability, frost forms along his arms. Additionally, a golden bite mark can be found on his shoulder. TYPICAL FASHION: Fine suits and fuzzy sweaters JEWELRY AND ACCESSORIES: He wears a few heavy rings on his fingers on occasion

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adaptable, charismatic, contemplative, disciplined, efficient NEGATIVE TRAITS: Critical, discontented, egocentric, scheming, vindictive NEUTRAL TRAITS: Ambitious, confidential, tough HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin MBTI: ENTJ OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Pessimist INTROVERT/EXTROVERT: Extrovert DAREDEVIL/CAUTIOUS: Daredevil LOGICAL/EMOTIONAL: Emotional MESSY/NEAT: Neat

LIFE

HOMETOWN: EDUCATION: Community college LIVING SITUATION: A small studio PETS: OCCUPATION: Bouncer PARENT(s): Lady Silk A foster mother; father unknown SIBLING(s): Lady Sif None SIGNIFICANT OTHER(s): DISABILITIES:

FAVORITES

COLOR: Blue FOOD: Ribs MUSIC: Classical, jazz LITERATURE: War, historical, romance FLOWER: Poppies

HOBBIES & HABITS

HOBBIES: Gun ranges, knife throwing, shopping, chess, cultivating roses MUSICAL INSTRUMENT: The piano SPORTS: SPENDING HABITS: Clothing, coffee, sunglasses, gambling VICES: Cigarettes & alcohol

HEADCANONS

His foster mother is the one who taught Uly how to shoot. He’s been practicing at pointing and aiming since he was old enough to hold a weapon. He can take apart and put weapons back together practically in his sleep.

For as long as he can remember, Uly has always enjoyed the finer things in life. He hasn’t always been able to enjoy them, unfortunately, but poetry, art, music, fashion…he enjoys late night strolls through the park and spending his afternoons in museums or curating a rose garden. Life, more often than not, gets in the way of this desire.

On paper, he works as a security guard at his foster mother’s bar, ensuring that all customers remain respectful and pay their bill at the end of the night. But he does more then that to keep himself busy - whatever odd jobs come his way, Ulysses will take, from house sitting to favors to even the more unsavory tasks. He’s certain he’s already wanted for murder…so what’s a few extra to the list?

CURSED BLOOD

House: Fraser Ability: Firey Ice Manipulation

Ulysses is able to create, shape, and manipulate ice that has properties of fire. The ice that he generates is so cold that it gives a burning sensation and, at a glance, even appears to be fire. This type of ice freezes hard and fast and coming into contact with skin can cause frostbite or freezing. However, Ulysses is not immune to the ice that he makes himself; although he has a higher tolerance than others, prolonged exposure will still leave ice burns and frost against his skin.

Animal: Hellhound

Ulysses remains unsure if he was capable of turning into a hellhound before he was bitten and turned into a cursed blood or not, but the small dog he once was has since turned fierce and ferocious. His animal form is now a large black dog, which he has come to learn is often acknowledged as a bad omen - which he has decided is accurate for his own history. Rather than emitting flames, frost often grows over the dark fur.

BIOGRAPHY

Ulysses doesn't remember much before the age of five. He recalls a mother - no father to speak of, fear in the bottom of his belly, and deep pain leaking from his shoulder. The story he knows is one he learned from his foster mother, who found him on the side of the road looking like he'd been wandering through the woods with no parent in sight.

Raised by the one and only Madam LeBeau, who ran the Poulaille with an iron fist, she was tough on love and never expected anything less than the very best. She lead by one rule: if you wanted to eat, you had to work. Even as a child, Ulysses was expected to do his fair share of chores to help out.

Even with this harsher upbringing, Ulysses wasn't exactly responsible - and for a hungry hormonal teenaged cursed blood, he needed to learn how to control his cravings. With his foster mother constantly pushing him to do better, the moment he turned eighteen, Ulysses joined the royal guard - which wasn't his foster mother's idea of responsibility training.

However, Ulysses certainly thrived in a structured environment where he always knew what was expected of him and how precisely he could achieve it. He rose in ranks, befriended his piers, and actually had some respect going for him. This is when he realized that he, perhaps, could change the perception of cursed bloods; his status as one served as a close-kept secret since his youth, and he'd learned to control his cravings all his life. Perhaps he could spend his time showing others that they weren't the blood thirsty monsters often depicted.

Though this was eventually proven impossible for Ulysses to do; after he sunk his teeth into his best friend's father, he no longer believed his dream of living without fear could be realized. He defected from the guard, and returned to his roots, back to his foster mother's cabaret.

Now he works to earn his keep as a simple bouncer, ensuring that none of the guests get too handsy with the dancers or making patrons who have had too much to drink leave the premises. He attempts to keep a low profile, which isn't the easiest for a man who takes so much pleasure in talking about himself. Perhaps someday he'll build himself back and see his dream realized...but it all seems too far of a possibility for him now.

[vicioushauntings]

( lee min ho, he/him, cursed blood) To ULYSSES LEBEAU, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of FIREY ICE MANIPULATION grows a little stronger.  They are a HELLHOUND shade aligned to HOUSE FRASER. For FORTY years, they have survived a world of magic with both their CHARISMATIC and EGOCENTRIC. They work as a BOUNCER, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to CHANGE THE PERCEPTION OF CURSED BLOODS.

BASICS

FULL NAME: Ulysses LeBeau NICKNAMES: Uly BIRTHDAY: ZODIAC: GENDER: Cis Male PRONOUNS: He/him SEXUALITY: Pansexual

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 6’2 DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Contacts. When he overuses his ability, frost forms along his arms. Additionally, a golden bite mark can be found on his shoulder. TYPICAL FASHION: Fine suits and fuzzy sweaters JEWELRY AND ACCESSORIES: He wears a few heavy rings on his fingers on occasion

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adaptable, charismatic, contemplative, disciplined, efficient NEGATIVE TRAITS: Critical, discontented, egocentric, scheming, vindictive NEUTRAL TRAITS: Ambitious, confidential, tough HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin MBTI: ENTJ OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Pessimist INTROVERT/EXTROVERT: Extrovert DAREDEVIL/CAUTIOUS: Daredevil LOGICAL/EMOTIONAL: Emotional MESSY/NEAT: Neat

LIFE

HOMETOWN: EDUCATION: Community college LIVING SITUATION: A small studio PETS: OCCUPATION: Bouncer PARENT(s): Lady Silk A foster mother; father unknown SIBLING(s): Lady Sif None SIGNIFICANT OTHER(s): DISABILITIES:

FAVORITES

COLOR: Blue FOOD: Ribs MUSIC: Classical, jazz LITERATURE: War, historical, romance FLOWER: Poppies

HOBBIES & HABITS

HOBBIES: Gun ranges, knife throwing, shopping, chess, cultivating roses MUSICAL INSTRUMENT: The piano SPORTS: SPENDING HABITS: Clothing, coffee, sunglasses, gambling VICES: Cigarettes & alcohol

HEADCANONS

His foster mother is the one who taught Uly how to shoot. He’s been practicing at pointing and aiming since he was old enough to hold a weapon. He can take apart and put weapons back together practically in his sleep.

For as long as he can remember, Uly has always enjoyed the finer things in life. He hasn’t always been able to enjoy them, unfortunately, but poetry, art, music, fashion…he enjoys late night strolls through the park and spending his afternoons in museums or curating a rose garden. Life, more often than not, gets in the way of this desire.

On paper, he works as a security guard at his foster mother’s bar, ensuring that all customers remain respectful and pay their bill at the end of the night. But he does more then that to keep himself busy - whatever odd jobs come his way, Ulysses will take, from house sitting to favors to even the more unsavory tasks. He’s certain he’s already wanted for murder…so what’s a few extra to the list?

CURSED BLOOD

House: Fraser Ability: Firey Ice Manipulation

Ulysses is able to create, shape, and manipulate ice that has properties of fire. The ice that he generates is so cold that it gives a burning sensation and, at a glance, even appears to be fire. This type of ice freezes hard and fast and coming into contact with skin can cause frostbite or freezing. However, Ulysses is not immune to the ice that he makes himself; although he has a higher tolerance than others, prolonged exposure will still leave ice burns and frost against his skin.

Animal: Hellhound

Ulysses remains unsure if he was capable of turning into a hellhound before he was bitten and turned into a cursed blood or not, but the small dog he once was has since turned fierce and ferocious. His animal form is now a large black dog, which he has come to learn is often acknowledged as a bad omen - which he has decided is accurate for his own history. Rather than emitting flames, frost often grows over the dark fur.

BIOGRAPHY

Ulysses recalls very little about his life before the age of five. There was a mother, he knows, but there is no memory of a father, or any paternal figure for that matter. He remembers fear. A stranger, and teeth sinking into his shoulder. Healers are brought in, a disappointed face, and suddenly, a terrible hunger in his stomach that wasn’t there before. He remembers being lead to the side of the road and then waiting. Waiting for what may have been hours or days - it all blurs together in his memory - until a stranger took pity on him and drew him into their car.

The way his foster mother puts it, she found Ulysses half dead with a golden scar on the side of the road, and she couldn’t bring herself to watch a child die. She insisted regularly that he was never meant to stay with her - just long enough until another suitable home was found for him. But one week turned to three months which turned into six years. Although there was never an official adoption, Ulysses calls himself by the name she gave him, and uses her family name for his own.

Most of Ulysses’ childhood is troubled. Most families didn’t want a cursed blood near their children - and for good reason, he knew. Who would want to run the risk of being bitten? Of dying? He learned to be charismatic: a friendly mile and some charm to assure others he had no intention of taking a bite from anyone. He’d been bitten so young, he had this curse of his under control, there was no need for anyone to worry.

But his status as a cursed blood did little to earn him any real friendships, and it became part of his identity he knew he had to hide. On the cusp of adult hood, Ulysses still found himself wondering who he was and where he fit into the world. Holding down a job was a struggle the moment any employer found out what he was. Prowling the streets became his hobby, some petty thievery and odd jobs and the desire to be wanted. It wasn’t until he was encouraged by a friend of his, Shayne, to seek a position as a military official did Ulysses begin to find a sense of purpose. A way to put himself together. He could serve his community. He could be needed.

Training was hard, but it forced him to learn the discipline that he needed. His foster mother wasn’t exactly proud to see him work as a government official, but she was glad to see him finally start to find his way. Ulysses’ desires grew as he rose further in the ranks. He could be in charge. He could change perspectives. He could show them all that being a cursed blood wasn’t a death sentence. Except…for the fact that the older Ulysses became, the more difficult it was to keep his hunger under control. He often had to step aside from meetings if the urge overpowered him, and relied on others to keep him in check to avoid sinking his teeth in anyone. He stopped being alone in rooms with anyone, and refused to carry any weapon around with him. Just in case.

Despite his intentions on keeping his cravings under control, they still, inevitably, got the best of him. The biological father of his dear childhood friend made his way to the same room as Ulysses, and without someone else to secure him, he feasted on blood for the first time. Guilt washed over him immediately: what had he just done? Nearly thirty years of controlling his hunger down the drain in less than a minute. He left his career behind and ghosted the few friendships he considered close. He knew it was only a matter of time before word got out and a warrant for his execution would be submitted. Ulysses returned to his roots, to his foster mother and the small tavern she operated. Although she welcomed him with open arms, he still had to work for beds and warm meals.

He mostly remains employed as a guard at his foster mother’s tavern, a popular destination for drinks and gambling - although any local knows of the more elicit activities that go on behind the beaded curtain if you’re approached by the right person. He tries to continue his daily life as normal as possible, but now that he’s had his taste of mortal blood, Ulysses finds it more difficult than ever to control his hunger. With the growing boundary, it seems that every day there’s another new missing person - Ulysses just hopes they’re attributed to casualties of the boundary, and not from him.

[axdently]

vicioushauntings​:

It felt like he was intruding in her safe place. He didn’t intend on going right into her bedroom. But his wanderings had been aimless and…well…avoiding Sif would not be the best way to start this relationship, would it? “I…must have heard the music you were playing and come here without thinking,” He admits. “However – I consider distraction to be one of my special skills,” Ulysses smiles at her. “I’ve always been fairly good at finding my way around, but this all…” His hand waves around aimlessly. “It’ll still take some getting used to. All these twists and turns. I mean, how have you not made a map yet? The new staff must get lost the first week they’re here. How many have you found stuck in a broom closet?” This is a question he feels genuinely curious about. “Well…perhaps they recognize the fact that I’m not…well…a complete stranger?” Which still didn’t feel true to say. Sif, technically his sister…shouldn’t he feel some sort of blood bond between them? And yet, when he’d met her in that dressing room some months ago, he’d assumed she was simply a pretty girl trying on a pretty dress, nothing more then that.

He clears his throat.

“In my defense, I’ve never really known how to behave myself,” He answers. “Maybe your guardswoman is the next Mrs. Lebeau.”

“Distraction is a good skill to have, but I’d rather not revisit the celibacy clause in my Roses’ contracts.” a mischievous glint appears in her eyes as she mentions her guardswoman.  her laughter, while carrying an air of elegance, chuckles at his words, “I assure you our new staff members receive a thorough orientation. You’ll get used to it with time.” taking a step closer to Ulysses, her presence emanates warmth and acceptance. “I hope you’ll find it comfortable here, not just because of the guardswomen, of course.” she’s unsure if her brother has decided to accept the invitation to stay as long as he liked, which was something she’d meant very ardently. she was ready to enchant tree houses and formal rooms to assure his comfort, perhaps they’d make bunk beds out of wisteria in order to catch up on lost time. her inner child does, have some healing to do. 

“One thing you’ll need to know of me is that I’ve always struggled with music.” her gaze softens, her desire to forge a connection with her newfound sibling evident. she begins opening her mouth to speak, but as always, her mother comes first. “She––” there is an emphasis on Lady Silk’s mention. “She always wanted me to be the perfect harp player. I hated my lessons. I always wanted to spar, but––” how does she find the words to describe their mother? “She always wanted me to be well-rounded, and she was quite stubborn.” she assumes Uly is curious about their mother.