GD - Ulysses Ibanez

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Name: Ulysses Ibañez

Gender: male

Age: 34 (DOB: 17th of March)

Nationality: American (of Puerto Rican and Haïtian descent)

Personality: 

+ [ ♦ Loyal ♦ Dedicated ♦ Hard-worker ♦ Gentle ]  -  [♦ Shy ♦ Sensible ♦ Self-conscious ♦ Anxious ]

He tries his damnest to look somewhat composed, resulting in him looking way more intimidating than he actually is. He's mostly quiet and observant. When he's confortable enough to talk, he is extremely polite and well-mannered. On the other hand, his constant anxiety and stress can sometimes lead to rage outbursts that he is never proud of. 

Please i can't stay i just can't please let me out

History: 

For as long as the Cleavers could remember, Ulysses had always been here at the mansion, tending to the garden with meticulous care. First as a boy, hired and exploited by the aging gardener en chef. Then as a young man, working by himself along the topiaries he was so proud of. To the landlords, it was as if the silent black man was just another piece of the landscape, and they hardly ever paid attention to him. In turn, it took him years to notice how strange this family was.

Their only daughter, Annie, was still living with them. She was in her late thirties despite looking much older, had never married and was often seen in a wheelchair due to her seemingly fragile health. Most of her days were spent on the rear veranda, where she sat in her chair and painted the same landscape, week after week, season after season. One day she gestured Ulysses to come over and take a look at her painting : he obliged, and felt genuine awe upon seeing his precious topiaries so carefully reproduced with only but oil paint. Since that day, he ritually visited the heiress and watched her paint. They hardly ever talked, but they both knew they enjoyed each other's company.
Getting closer to Annie made him realise how strange the family was indeed. How purple Annie's wrists were sometimes. How silent her mother was for days. How loud her father could be some evenings, so much that he could hear indistinct cries from the distant shack where he lived, on the other side of the property.

On one autumn night, Ulysses' quiet, perfectly monotonous life changed for the worse. There had been tension at the mansion for some time now - family quarrels were like this, insidious and building up oh so slowly. Mister Cleaver was mad, and the house was filled with cries and broken glass. 

Ulysses could hear it all from his bed. He tried to ignore it. But then he heard Annie's cries for help, and without even thinking about it, he was up, and then out, and in his hand was his gardening machete.
The rest is a blur. But the machete did turn red with blood. Annie was on the floor, sobbing and clutching her mother's cold hand. Mister Cleaver was no more. He was done being loud and brutal. Annie looked up at him, and for the first time, their eyes met. She asked for help, her face puffy and bleeding and so distressed Ulysses felt a pang of pain in his chest.
Yes, he'd help her. She deserved better than this. And he should have done something about it sooner.

"It's gonna be alright, Annie." he said. "I swear."

He took the sobbing woman in his arms and left the mansion as fast as he could. People would soon be around to check on the mansion now that it was all too silent. And they'd either know it was him, or they would just pin both deaths on the black man living closest to the family. He had to go. And he'd take Annie with him. To some better place, where she would paint other landscapes, and maybe smile a little more, and maybe find a loving husband.
His head filled with resolve and hopes, he carried his only friend in the woods nearby the Cleaver estate. There was a remote log cabin uphill he knew and hiked to often : this would be their hiding place for the night before setting off. He prepared a bed for the wounded woman and started preparing a bag - his mind calm and yet rushing with plans and lists of things to do and think of. He decided to sneak back to the mansion to steal some money and bring warmer clothing for Annie, along with a few other things he had deemed important. Before leaving, he kneeled besides Annie and cupped her hand between his.

"I'll be back soon, don't worry. I'll make things... right. I hope you trust me."

He hesitated, and then gently took one of her ribbons that had fallen on the cabin's floor. He tied it to the door's key. He'd be back soon, but he wanted to make sure that she would be safe while he was gone. No one would hear her in this remote area, but he couldn't tell if hunters would be there during this season, or if the mansion's people would come around looking for them. He had to be careful. 

He went back to the mansion, sneaked through the garden he knew oh so well and managed to grab everything he needed for their journey. Now he just had to hurry back to Annie, who was alone, and hurt, and cold, and locked away in the cabin. He'd make things right, he'd atone for his cowardice. He'd be a better friend. He-

He was sure he would be back soon.

But someone had decided he would never be back.



 Abilities

Attack Tier 1
Support
Energy Collecting 1 - I + II
Attack Tier 2
Shadow Limbs 2
Shadow Blink 3 

I SHOULDN'T BE HERE I SHOULDN'T BE HERE I SHOULDN'T BE HERE I SHOULDN'T BE HERE 

Likes: 

♦ Gardening & flowers
♦ Animals
♦ Artistic people
♦ Hiking
♦ Peace and quiet

Dislikes:

♦ THIS CITY
♦ Cruelty and bigotry
♦ Big cities
♦ Noise

Other:

♦ Ulysses would be diagnosed with ASD nowadays; 
♦ His parents essentially got rid of him as soon as they could by sending him to work as an apprentice in a distant property. Ulysses never saw them again but never failed to send them money every two months, without a word.

Inventory: 

• Haversack full of clothes and food for two
• Sketchbook and pencils, not his
• Map of Lousiana
• Pink ribbon with brass key around his neck
• Gardening machete