âMost of the people I know donât really live. They never let passion and excitement fill them up to the brim and glitter in their eyes. But Iâll try my damndest to show them how itâs done.â â
Salem Northwood
Nickname:
He hasnât found a good way to shorten his name. Heâs of the opinion that nicknames arenât made, theyâre discovered, and he just hasnât found his yet.
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Outsider or Kupelli?
Outsider
Salem is very fair, with albino-white hair and light unblemished skin. His eyes are a light blue-green, and his face is long and thin. Other than his unsettling pallor, his face is mostly unremarkable. He has a thin, soft nose and a close mouth with only faint smudges of pink to his lips. While unremarkable, his face carries a wide range of expression, though his face doesnât necessarily reflect his mental state. His white-grey hair is messy, hanging over his brow, almost in his eyes.
He is very thin, not particularly muscled, but he carries himself with confidence and grace character of someone of his stature. He stands a little less than six feet, lanky a delicate. He has no notable scars, and even though he holds himself with a roguish air, he likes to be very well put together, down to the half-moon curves of his fingernails. Itâs very obvious from a first glance that the boy has never had to do any work for himself.
Clothing and Equipment:
Salem is going through his rebellious stage, which means wearing a lot of baggy clothes. He likes layers, because he is easily chilled thanks to hisâŠailment. His favorite color is blue. When he went out, he was wearing a grey tank top with a loose blue-green t-shirt over it and an over-long black hoodie draped over his thin shoulders, dark grey jeans, and navy high tops. The pinnacle of fashion, obviously. He also had his headphones around his neck, but his music player ran out of power long ago.
Salem is a thrill seeker. Heâs cocky and over-confident in his own abilities to the point that he gets himself into trouble often. He emotes passionately and whimsically, he believes everything will turn out alright in the end, which means he can do whatever he wants now. He loves learning new things, and experiencing the world to the fullest, but he has a bit of a rough temper, and he feels a little entitled. He doesnât like being told no.
When heâs happy, Salem is almost delirious in his joy, all grins and laughter and generosity, celebrating his life, and when heâs sad, the boy sees no light at the end of the tunnel. He lies around and bemoans his condition. When heâs angry, heâs feral, and has little control of what comes out of his mouth. Heâs hurt many people in one of his moods. But his moods donât last very long, and when theyâre gone heâs perfectly normal.
A little impish, a little cocky, a little amused, Salem would be the first to call himself rougish. A bad boy. Everything his parents didnât want him to be, thatâs what he is. He loves attention, he loves pretty girls, he loves showing off, and he loves greater than all things a challenge. He has the ability to lose himself thoroughly in what heâs doing, to not cease until he has completed his goal. Heâs an ends justify the means sort of guy.
Heâs in his element when heâs around people, and heâs a little bit of an inventor. He wouldnât go so far as to call it lying, but he often catches himself creating fanciful mistruths. Everything is a game to him. Nothing serious, nothing lasting. Just fun. And if itâs not fun, then it needs to be gotten rid of or warped into something better.
Underneath his bravado and grinning exterior, is a creature that is a little shyer, a little more worried about what other people think of him than he acts. Heâs done a good job of covering this self up, but sometimes it breaks free. It makes him feel like a diminutive child, timid and accommodating. When he was a small child he was this way, but years of life hardened his entertainerâs shell, and keeping people away from the barest parts of himself. Because of this, Salem never really had any friends, and doesnât expect more than admirers and acquaintances.
Likes:
Games
Music
Pretty Girls
Being the center of attention
Stories
Winning
Blue
Dislikes:
Feeling alone
Being caught in a lie
Being told what to do
The cold
Strengths:
Salem is, like his mother, a fire-setter, one of the Gifted, and has a remarkable control over his element
He is charming
He is focused
Weaknesses:
He is physically weak
He doesnât really get close to people
He has a bad temper
He chills easily
Generations back, the Gifted started appearing, bringing with them fearsome natural disasters and the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people. No one knew exactly where they came from, whether born or made, and why they caused such inexplicable disasters in their wake, but with the worldâs wounds fresh, those with supernatural abilities seized what was left of humanity. Small enclosed cities popped up over the remnants of the earth, and what was not enclosed quickly became derelict and dead, either desert or imposing forest. Nobody ever left the limits of their city. Salem is part of one of the gifted line in his city, and as such spent the majority of his young life being taken care of and pampered. As he grew older he learned how to be a leader, to take over for his parents and the other Gifted when they grew older. He learned charisma and poise, and he always seemed to get his way. He never had to deal with poverty.
But as he grew older, a certain thrill left his life. Living within the walls was boring. The people he spent his time with were boring. Even the girls were boring, all the same, smitten and dumb. When he was thirteen he began sneaking off into the desert around the city in his free time. Thatâs when the arguments with his parents began. They wanted to keep him under their palm, doing what they wanted him to do, and he just wanted to live and feel alive. After a particularly bad argument that left him right steamed, he stole their car and escaped the city limits, driving out into the desert at random. Once he came out of his anger, however, he found himself lost and low on gas. Fair and weak, he stumbled out of the car in the hopes that he could find something, anything, to save himself.