Posts by SETHOS ULLER

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also say hello to my newest son sethos

i'm unsure of what species to make him, though i'm eyeing an original species of sort

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The north was definitely much colder than he expected. The last time he had been anywhere near the north was when Prince Oberyn called the banners to unite against the Westerosi under a free and separate Dornish kingdom. Or Princedom. Sethos was lord then as well and had gathered up his knights and marched them to the Red Mountains in preparation against an invasion...that never came.

The Kingdom of Dorne also never truly came to a realization. Another disaster had shaken the peninsula not a year after the previous one and it seemed that perhaps, that was the death knell for the formerly proud group. The Martells were all gone or had little power--Sethos didn't truly care. He could do what he wanted now without a Martell overlord sniffing behind him.

"Such nice weather," the man remarked to himself as he paced the battlements, enjoying the breeze. It was a lie, of course--much too chilly for his liking, especially since he was used to eternal sun and baking winds from the desert. Sethos stroked his beard quietly as he watched a ship take off into the Blackwater, wondering where it was off to.

[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 480px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]House Lynderly wasn't one of the houses that Sethos had been interested in, but when they presented themselves at King's Landing, he took a small interest. The wife of Fortinbras was a pretty enough thing for him to want to make inquiries about.

The Uller creature stalked entered the hall, yellow eyes scanning over those present. The little Lannister boy and Fortinbras--and who was this? The BloodClan leader was here as well? Lord Lynderly was certainly making connections. Sethos was mildly amused about how quickly the Lynderlys were attempting to establish themselves in the wake of Jaehaerys' coronation.

"Lord Lynderly," Sethos grinned with a greeting. "What an absolutely wonderful spread you have today." He wasn't exactly too worried about the Lynderlys, as they were as far from Dorne so that it wouldn't matter--but still--he should keep an eye on them just in case. His attention turned next towards Amour.

A cheetah--how exquisite. It wasn't like he expected this type of beauty coming from BloodClan. The Shaytanin dipped his head respectfully towards Amour. "Welcome to Westeros, my lady."

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He was humming to himself when he heard someone address him. Lord Uller turned, raising gray brow as he regarded Lady Hightower. Of course, he'd seen her during and around the coronation in King's Landing. She was pretty from far away, but even prettier closer. His last wife had passed away about a year ago--so he was definitely ripe for another marriage. Overly ripe, he would say.

"Years?" he echoed. "Well, I've seen a few Reachers in the past few months." Apparently, with the destruction of Dorne, some enterprisingly Westerosi had crawled across the Red Mountains to loot the fallen strongholds of some of Dorne's houses. A few included men from the Reach and when Sethos had caught them on his lands, they had been immediately sent down to the dungeons to await his pleasure. For the next few months.

"Lady Hightower," Sethos offered graciously, bending at the waist in a courtly bow before regarding the young woman again. "What a rare beauty hidden away in the Reach all this time." His words were honeyed, though he bore some trace of dislike for most Stormlanders and Reachers for their history with the Dornish.

And what brought him so far north? Well, to see the coronation of a new king! Wasn't it simple? "The coronation of a king is a wonderfully festive event, don't you think?" he returned with a smile. However, he let out a heavy sigh and sat back on the battlements, between two of the merlons. "Alas, these past few years have not been kind to the Dornish. Us Ullers supported the Martells in their break from Westeros, but not more than a year passed when Dorne was struck yet again with another disaster. House Martell simply...disappeared and each Dornish House was left to fend for itself."

He reached a hand up to stroke his beard and added, "You could say that I'm hoping that our new King Jaehaerys would be kind enough to take Dorne under the fold again and restore order to our little broken peninsula. The Martells appear to be an unreliable lot." With the Ullers as overlords, perhaps, now that the Martells were out of the way.

[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 480px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]But there was little chance that he would marry a Reacher, or a Stormlander. Both his past wives were not from those regions and he didn't see any reason to break the trend. Sethos had proposed to a few of his fellow Dornish lords that he was still open to marrying their extra maiden daughter if they wanted, but most Dornish lords were wise enough about what they heard of House Uller.

Despite his dislike of those from Dorne's northern neighbors, the man was all pleasant smiles and easy manner. Lord Uller smiled into his beard at Ceryse's returning remark. She was a proper one, very proper one, as he expected out of the Reach--they were all about their chivalry and the romance of their knights. Too idealistic for him--Dornishmen were not very big on knights, just like their northern counterparts in the North.

"Very unfortunate. I thought that the previous king, the Lannister, might have taken the opportunity to take back the territory of Dorne during that time, but nothing happened. The queen..." Sethos began. He was about to make a small joke of the queen's demise, but decided against it. He had to be tasteful, after all. Without hesitation, he shook his head as his voice faded away. "...poor girl, murdered by those Greyjoys. There was that mess and I could find no good opportunity to offer my petition."

At the mention of meeting the newly crowned Targaryen king, Sethos gave a small nod. "I did offer my support to him if he chooses to bring Dorne back under Westeros. Independence is not so sweet when everyone is attempting to cut each others' throats," he finally sighed. Of course, the situation was not as bad as he said it was, but the truth was--everyone was out for themselves without the Martells in charge. All Dornish were hot-blooded and it didn't take much for them to start squabbling among each other without someone playing referee.

[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 480px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"No need to thank me--congratulate yourself on a feast well planned, Lord Lynderly," Sethos returned curtly with a wide smile that exposed all of his teeth. However, his attention turned towards the large white figure that came swooping out of the skies. For a moment, he was surprised that the king himself might attend this fool's banquet, but no, it wasn't the king--just another white dragon.

At the sight of Lady Lynderly, the Shaytanin dipped his head low towards the wolf. "Lady Efline, I happen to believe that us boys are not as skilled in the expertise of planning feasts. Might I assume that you are the genius of this event?" Sethos teased with a sly wink. A little bit sexist of him, but Westeros had a history of sexism and misogyny. It was the norm, though he didn't care too much for those who tried to change it.

An ear twitched slightly as someone mentioned Dornishmen in the hubbub. Of course, being the only Dornishmen he could see at present, Lord Uller turned his head towards Jaecaerys. "The heat was unbearable," Sethos returned, his voice edged with a healthy dose of sarcasm. In truth, he wasn't exactly bothered by the heat. "I suppose you could say I'm meeting my northern neighbors."

[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 480px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]"Don't be modest, my dear," Sethos teased. The Shaytanin decided that this one was pretty much what he had expected of Westerosi ladies--prim, proper, civilized, never with an ugly word. Perhaps he could see if he could secure a proper Westerosi wife in the future. He couldn't help but turn back towards Efline with a small smug smile as Fortinbras confirmed his thoughts. "Exactly! I'm sure you're the envy of the Vale, my Lady, and perhaps of all Westeros. I definitely wish I had a wife like you."

Lord Uller's attention turned towards the Velaryon lordling again. Which one of them they were hoping to impress? There was a wry chuckle at that--with all the vacant positions, there was definitely a jostling for power among the houses. Sethos was pretty sure that the Lynderlys wanted to catch the eye of the king--so unfortunate that the good King Jaehaerys couldn't be here. "All of Westeros," he returned back. On any other occasion, perhaps, if the Lynderlys weren't present, he might have spoken his mind, but Sethos knew how to hold his tongue. Most of the time.

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psst sethos and axenus should have a thread

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Sethos, of course, was curious as to what reason Jaehaerys would call a meeting. It was the first meeting of this nature since his reign started, so the Shaytanin wondered what the circumstances were that made the king call the meeting. The Uller lord offered the Targaryen monarch a thin smile as he entered, noting he was the only other one in the room outside of the king. "Your Grace," Sethos offered, dipping his head slightly as he went off to find a seat.

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Sethos couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "A lord's duty is to his people," he agreed with a smile. "I'm only looking out for my smallfolk. It's a bother when there's marauding rogues from other holds harassing the villages." Of course, he was only miming what other people said the idea of a lord should be. As long as nothing infringed on the smallfolks' ability to pay their dues, Sethos couldn't care less what they did with each other, but yes, the marauding rogues were indeed taking a toll on the amount of taxes he was collecting. And he couldn't have that. Attacking a neighbor's keep would only exacerbate the situation--there was a situation in need of a king.

"Court life is quite exciting," Sethos answered. "Perhaps I shall stay, or perhaps I shall go. I am not so sure yet..." Let it be ambiguous. Sethos didn't like to reveal all his cards at once. "My son, Daresso, is enjoying all the excitement here. There is much more to do in King's Landing than in Hellholt." He was sure that the other lords and ladies of Westeros were aware of the little scamp running around. After all, it wasn't every day that there was a Dornishman in King's Landing, especially a high-ranking Dornishman after the Dornish secession some years ago. They must be wondering what had them crawling back to rejoin the Seven Kingdoms.

He stroked his beard as he turned towards the Blackwater, lazily tracing the wake of a passing vessel as it shimmered in the Rush. "I could divide my time between here and Dorne. City life does have its charms, especially with so many interesting others to talk with." Sethos pointedly looked towards Ceryse as he said that.

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// since all of the ullers are shaytanins, this counts as a uller fam meeting :)

Sethos had gone to King's Landing in the wake of the coronation and had taken that opportunity to do some reconnaissance on the lords and ladies of Westeros. House Uller sat on the fringe of the main hierarchy. It was unlikely that they were going to be a major player in the politics of the land. Sethos didn't have a mind for them to be, either, so they were going to stay lowkey. And the other groups? Well, he certainly had his eye on a few he could curry favors from.

The Shaytanin was lurking in the bowels of Hellholt, where the cave system began. The air was hot in the subterranean depths of the Uller stronghold. Steam perpetually clouded the air, twisting into fantastical and dreadful shapes in the flicker of the torchlight. The smell of the cave--was always that of chemicals. Sulfur was the dominant, a horrible smell of rotten eggs.

Sethos was pretty used to the smell, having been going in and out of the caves for most of his life. The Shaytanin had sent a message to his brother and son to meet in the cave. The dark god leered ever-present over the proceeds.

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"Eleanora," Sethos greeted his little sister. The dark shaytanin offered the other one a grin of sorts. It was a pity that there was an age gap between them--Sethos was the eldest. Of course, his parents had tried for other children after him, but his mother miscarried many times. The servants whispered about a curse on his poor mother, who had one surviving son in her first litter and no surviving ones in her next few. It seemed that there was a curse, at least, until she had Eleanora and Axenus.

Sethos had no opinion on the stench in the caves. He was well-used to it, having frequented down here for many, many years. He wasn't planning on the others' comfort in this meeting, hence why he held it in the stuffy depths of the Hellholt caves. Daresso arrived and Sethos offered his son a nod of greeting as he struck a light, putting flame to torches that he inserted into the sconces by the statue of the Dark One. The lurid glow of the torches reflected in the yellow, steaming depths of the pool and brightening the room in general until the room was visible except for the darkest corners. "Welcome, all. I suppose we'll have to start without Axenus," the Uller lord began. He kicked a bag into the open area of the cave with a paw.

The bag writhed and there were small sounds coming from it. Sethos couldn't help but smile as he opened up the bag. Out spilled out a trussed-up leopard. "Caught him trying to rob some travelers by the road. Good catch, eh?" Prisoners disappeared from the Hellholt dungeons all the time, but who missed criminals?

// just curious, how old are eleanora and axenus (once cheeters arrives)? An idea is that perhaps they were part of the same litter, maybe?

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The Uller lord kept quiet as he listened in to the conversation, his golden eyes curious as they went from Fortinbras, to Ceryse, to Shavronne, and then back to the king. It seemed that Jaehaerys was lukewarm towards the suggestion of Azazel as a potential wife. Otherwise, the king wouldn't have asked their opinion on the marriage and would have just gone ahead with it. Sethos was sure if Amour or Evangeline had agreed, the Targaryen wouldn't have consulted the council of lords.

The Shaytanin made a small sound of amusement as he was beckoned for his opinion. "I have the same feeling as Lady Bolton, but we should consider the fact that a match with BloodClan is a good match anyways, tying our relationship with them together even further. You could always remarry if Azazel proves not to be a good match or...disappears on us?"

[fancypost bgcolor=; width: 480px; font: normal 16px times new roman; borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify]// Sounds cool! Sethos is on the older side of things. I was thinking late 50s in the human au so probably 8-9 years old. Old doggo
the gap in years could be explained by the fact that a side effect of the "curse" is that it's pretty hard to conceive, so it was some time before the parents had another litter

Sethos made a small snort in regards to the comment about Axenus. "His loss if he's missing this meeting," the Shaytanin remarked with a small shrug of his thin shoulders. He really couldn't care if people weren't here. Despite the fact that Sethos was not exactly a religious person, he truly believed in the powers of the Dark One. Whatever deity or power it was--it was real, and it had made them into this shape. Powers like that were not to be disrespected--and if Axenus did make lateness a habit, it was not Sethos who might be offended but the Dark One himself.

In regards to the case of the leopard, Sethos gave a pointed look towards the dark specter of the statue. "The usual. It's been a while since our old friend has gotten a meal," Sethos answered. No sooner than he had spoken, his little brother rolls up with his usual sass. The lord returned Axenus' smile with one of his own before his attention was directed back to the leopard who was now making small noises of fear at their words.

"Daresso, why don't you do the honors?" Sethos suggested, turning towards his son. There were plenty of ways to dispatch their victims, but the common theme for all of it was that the body was thrown into the sulfurous brew of the pool that issued from the Dark One's jaws. Sethos often wondered what happened to the bodies down there, but of course, he wasn't willing to risk his own hide to see what was on the bottom of the pool--whether the bodies were still there or had been dissolved by the waters.

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note to update Eleanora

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SETHOS ULLER
WESTEROS - LORD OF HOUSE ULLER
"listen when there's no sound: the wolves are out"
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CREATION DATE - December 2016
BIRTH DATE - December 2011

APPEARANCE -
Shaytanin. Formerly a mexican gray wolf. As a Shaytanin, Sethos is a very dark shade of red all over. He appears to be black, but in the right light, there is some red in his fur. He's pretty lean for a Shaytanin and the general skeletal appearance of his shape makes him look much skinnier than he actually is. The horns that come out of his head are corkscrewed and there is a triple row of spines running down his back, leading to a crocodilian tail. His eyes are amber that fade towards dark reddish brown near the rim of his irises.
As a human, he is a older man, probably in his mid fifties with light brown hair and a light brown beard. Both hair and beard are shot through with gray and white. His eyes are brown.
▫ BODIES - Shaytanin.

BASE PERSONALITY -
Sethos is a cunning lord and he has to be in order to play the double life that he leads. In the territory of House Uller, he is the lord and tyrant, ruling over his family and smallfolk with an iron fist. He makes it his business to make sure he knows all the business that goes on in his lands and jokingly, he refers to himself as the King of the Brimstone in relation to the old kings of the Brimstone from before Nymeria's conquest. However, some people have taken this title farther, naming him the Mad King of the Brimstone. There is a touch of madness to him, considering the fact that he is quite cruel and capricious and a proponent of unnecessarily cruel and unusual punishment, only when deserved. In truth, he rules his lands justly in a wicked manner. To those unaware of his behavior inside the lands of the Uller, Sethos is quite charming, sporting an easy smile and an amused twinkle in his eyes. It is disarming, almost, considering the fact that he is so monstrous in shape, but quite pleasant towards others.
▫ CHARACTERISTICS - cunning; two-faced; manipulative; cruel and sadistic; temperamental

RELATIONS -
▫ PARENTS - Maligaro Uller and Arlena Santagar
▫ SIBLINGS - Axenus Uller (brother), Eleanora Uller (sister)
▫ CHILDREN - Daresso Uller (son)

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12/12/2011: BORN AS A CHILD OF TWO WESTEROSI PARENTS
Sethos Uller was born as the only surviving pup of a litter of four. His three siblings were all stillborn. Of course, his mother had been devastated, but his father, Maligaro, well aware of the nature of House Uller and its 'curse' was not so much affected. After all, the same thing had happened to his own littermates and it was just a fact of life for the lord.
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// bump for axenus before I post

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Sethos was next to approach the scene with his son. The elder Shaytanin's nostrils flared slightly as he inhaled the newcomer's scent. He didn't recognize it--loner, perhaps? He didn't usually get around outside of Westeros too much. Well, to be honest, it was more like he didn't usually get around outside of Dorne or the House Uller territories too much anyways.

"Why, hello there," Lord Uller offered as he approached. He tilted his head slightly, as if investigating the savannah. What a pretty little pelt this creature had on him. Since Daresso had offered the relevant questions, the dark creature decided to settle down on the ground and rest his old bones. He curled his long spined tail, his curious gaze on Pyrravym.