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Description
Name: Salem of House Gables
Age: 26
Species: Canine
Breed: Alexander archepelago wolf
Height / Weight: 6' 4" || 206 lbs
Class: Apprentice || Shadow path
Rank: ✩ || One-Star
Partner: N/A
Weapon: Karambit, but prefers to use his hands...
Stats:
Total « 25 + 1
STR « 4+1
DEX « 5
DEF « 4
MAG « 7
AGI « 5

Strengths / Weaknesses:
+|| High endurance/Agility
+|| Persuasive & adept in manipulation
+|| High sigilmancy aptitiude

- || Poor control over prey-drive response
- || Lacks remorse and guilt of actions
- || Fixated
Personality:

Playful | Calculated | Friendly | Charming | Apathetic | Hedonistic | Superficial | Callous | Primal

Salem's a dog who's too friendly for his own good. He will waltz right up to a stranger and insert himself into their life with no regard of risks and concequences. He shows a devotion to people unrivaled by many and writes himself off as being there for you during your hard times as a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold or company on a lonely night. He is no stranger to cracking jokes during intense moments of stress to ease everyone into security and is rarely seen without a smile. Those who have given him the pleasure of it will receive plenty of physicial contact, hugs and squeezes of acknowledgement on tensed shoulders. He holds a warm air to those who glance him over.

However upon closer inspection, to those who have stepped a little too close, one will start to feel unease permiate. Small cues of apathy show as attention is averted, a dulled gaze to bore into the back of a skull as he plans out and observes for any flaws he can bite at. An insecurity that he can feed like poison to the poor pathetic animal that has chosen to feed from his hand. Suffering from from undiagnosed psychopathy, he lacks the ability to recognize emotion within himself. He's fully aware of this social difference and, in an attempt to fit in, has learned to mimic desirable traits. 'Kindness', 'friendliness', 'empathy', among others to try and feel some semblance of belonging and kinship. To be wanted and yearned for, given a purpose to those around him. He is not above dropping those who do not fall into the trend, though he is persistent and will keep up his facades as long as they don't look at the wolf behind the curtain.

Because of his upbrining and his inability to recognize certain emotions, many of his descisions are gauged strictly off of impulsive primal instinct. Basic personal needs are maintained above all else, regardless of how these are met or sustained, there has never been consideration on effect of external parties.

History:
They say once a dog gets a taste for blood…

There’s no taking it back. The brain ‘malfunctions’. They become aggressive, unstoppable.

This was a trait the Alpha of House Gables specifically bred for. Years and years of bearing child after child with no success in creating the Perfect baby. The offspring that would take over upon her departure from this world. They said it was her purpose.

The ‘children’ were raised in grueling conditions and often starved of interaction from the outside world. They’d grow restless and fight. They’d bleed and cry, beg for mother, but she could not save them.They were weak, it wasn’t her place to step in and decide who lived, that was the job of the Divine .

Injuries were to be blessed in hopes of healing. Every once in a while, a stranger would come from the wall. They’d take kids from here.
One

Two

As many as they could carry. Not often more than three, but mother let them. That’s what the Divine wanted. It's what the children wanted.

Salem was the last to be born. He was the only one blessed with a name, his siblings were weaker, more fearful. But he was like mother. He didn’t cry when he was born, he was quiet. So quiet. Mother knew right away he was the one. She brought him to the Alpha and was released.

She was free. She served no more purpose to the House, the Coven, the Family. She left on her journey of enlightenment.

Salem was raised alone by the Alpha of Gables. She taught him how to be good, how to live. He was the only child who would have been taught language, the others left to fend for themselves in their primal state and slowly picked away by themselves and the strangers from the wall.

Salem was a good boy.

When he turned five the Divine demanded he eat only the food he caught. He was a crafty boy. He dug holes, tied snares, he’d chase rabbits and racoons and rats into his traps. He’d break them with his hands. The Alpha praised him well. He was going to be the next leader, she told him, the Divine would make it clear when it was his time.

He started school when he was 6. The other kids didn’t seem to like him, but that was okay. He was still a good boy. He would go up to them, he would talk but some did not talk back. Some would even run. He wondered if maybe they didn’t know how to talk. That was okay, the Divine would teach them when they were ready.

He was smart, they told him. They had him draw on paper with blood and ‘charge’ it. They praised him as well, just like the Alpha. He felt… good. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to keep trying, but he was taken back to class.

They told his Alpha of his abilities and she hid in her room.

She would not come out.

She called Salem ‘Blessed’, yet she hid.

The boy asked why and would wait outside of the door for an answer that would never come. He could ask other questions, and get answers, but she would never answer the first question.

He’d leave for school and when he’d open the front door, he’d hear a slam upstairs. The Alpha would hide. She would always hide. It was okay. He knew he wasn’t alone.

This would continue until well after he enlisted. After dwelling through the lower ranks for months he; was assigned to a partner, ‘lost’ said partner, assigned to a new one, almost stabbed in the eye, removed from said partnership, and finally sent to look for another to fill her spot.

No one has been matched yet.

He couldn’t remember when he stopped hearing the door. He couldn’t remember when he started only getting silence from behind it. He never opened it to see.
Likes / Dislikes:
+Practicing his sigilmancy and vivisection on cadavers
+Hunting/Prowling the woods at night
+Making Friends
+Large crowds
+Blood???
+The moon
+The scent of strong emotions
- Cats (extreme loyalist)
- Children
- Bright lights
- Mixed-breeds
- Predictable outcomes (extremely boring...)

Relationships: tbd

Extra: (more to come!)

- Can vaguely comprehend some negative emotions, but isn't likely to register positive cues in himself.
- Has Insomnia, making it extremely hard winding down for bed and can cause him to grow restless and irritable beneath his superficial friendly front
- An incurable prey-drive has become a prevalent trait in his life and while he can usually restrain himself, it is hard to hold composure around small children, wild animals and cats
- Dresses extremely well for such a small house... (Most of them are handmedowns that have been re-tailored to fit.)
- Is he a good boy???
- He thinks so, and will do many things to be told so
- He can get aggressive if rubbed the wrong way...
- The Cult of House Gables and the Coven of the Divine Mother
- On top of his blatant disregard for the possibility of death, he has congenital analgesia which inhibits his body's response to react appropriately to pain stimuli. (He doesn't flinch or pull away or register a physical response, however it doesn't mean he can't feel it. He actually is still very sensitive to discriminative touch.)

RP Preferences: Lit on discord! Message me/note me and we can get to work

Description
Name: Salem of House Gables
Age: 26
Species: Canine
Breed: Alexander archepelago wolf
Height / Weight: 6' 4" || 206 lbs
Class: Apprentice || Shadow path
Rank: ✩ || One-Star
Partner: N/A
Weapon: Karambit, but prefers to use his hands...
Stats:
Total « 25 + 1
STR « 4+1
DEX « 5
DEF « 4
MAG « 7
AGI « 5

Strengths / Weaknesses:
+|| High endurance/Agility
+|| Persuasive & adept in manipulation
+|| High sigilmancy aptitiude

- || Poor control over prey-drive response
- || Lacks remorse and guilt of actions
- || Fixated
Personality:

Playful | Calculated | Friendly | Charming | Apathetic | Hedonistic | Superficial | Callous | Primal

Salem's a dog who's too friendly for his own good. He will waltz right up to a stranger and insert himself into their life with no regard of risks and concequences. He shows a devotion to people unrivaled by many and writes himself off as being there for you during your hard times as a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold or company on a lonely night. He is no stranger to cracking jokes during intense moments of stress to ease everyone into security and is rarely seen without a smile. Those who have given him the pleasure of it will receive plenty of physicial contact, hugs and squeezes of acknowledgement on tensed shoulders. He holds a warm air to those who glance him over.

However upon closer inspection, to those who have stepped a little too close, one will start to feel unease permiate. Small cues of apathy show as attention is averted, a dulled gaze to bore into the back of a skull as he plans out and observes for any flaws he can bite at. An insecurity that he can feed like poison to the poor pathetic animal that has chosen to feed from his hand. Suffering from from undiagnosed psychopathy, he lacks the ability to recognize emotion within himself. He's fully aware of this social difference and, in an attempt to fit in, has learned to mimic desirable traits. 'Kindness', 'friendliness', 'empathy', among others to try and feel some semblance of belonging and kinship. To be wanted and yearned for, given a purpose to those around him. He is not above dropping those who do not fall into the trend, though he is persistent and will keep up his facades as long as they don't look at the wolf behind the curtain.

Because of his upbrining and his inability to recognize certain emotions, many of his descisions are gauged strictly off of impulsive primal instinct. Basic personal needs are maintained above all else, regardless of how these are met or sustained, there has never been consideration on effect of external parties.

History:
They say once a dog gets a taste for blood…

There’s no taking it back. The brain ‘malfunctions’. They become aggressive, unstoppable.

This was a trait the Alpha of House Gables specifically bred for. Years and years of bearing child after child with no success in creating the Perfect baby. The offspring that would take over upon her departure from this world. They said it was her purpose.

The ‘children’ were raised in grueling conditions and often starved of interaction from the outside world. They’d grow restless and fight. They’d bleed and cry, beg for mother, but she could not save them.They were weak, it wasn’t her place to step in and decide who lived, that was the job of the Divine .

Injuries were to be blessed in hopes of healing. Every once in a while, a stranger would come from the wall. They’d take kids from here.
One

Two

As many as they could carry. Not often more than three, but mother let them. That’s what the Divine wanted. It's what the children wanted.

Salem was the last to be born. He was the only one blessed with a name, his siblings were weaker, more fearful. But he was like mother. He didn’t cry when he was born, he was quiet. So quiet. Mother knew right away he was the one. She brought him to the Alpha and was released.

She was free. She served no more purpose to the House, the Coven, the Family. She left on her journey of enlightenment.

Salem was raised alone by the Alpha of Gables. She taught him how to be good, how to live. He was the only child who would have been taught language, the others left to fend for themselves in their primal state and slowly picked away by themselves and the strangers from the wall.

Salem was a good boy.

When he turned five the Divine demanded he eat only the food he caught. He was a crafty boy. He dug holes, tied snares, he’d chase rabbits and racoons and rats into his traps. He’d break them with his hands. The Alpha praised him well. He was going to be the next leader, she told him, the Divine would make it clear when it was his time.

He started school when he was 6. The other kids didn’t seem to like him, but that was okay. He was still a good boy. He would go up to them, he would talk but some did not talk back. Some would even run. He wondered if maybe they didn’t know how to talk. That was okay, the Divine would teach them when they were ready.

He was smart, they told him. They had him draw on paper with blood and ‘charge’ it. They praised him as well, just like the Alpha. He felt… good. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to keep trying, but he was taken back to class.

They told his Alpha of his abilities and she hid in her room.

She would not come out.

She called Salem ‘Blessed’, yet she hid.

The boy asked why and would wait outside of the door for an answer that would never come. He could ask other questions, and get answers, but she would never answer the first question.

He’d leave for school and when he’d open the front door, he’d hear a slam upstairs. The Alpha would hide. She would always hide. It was okay. He knew he wasn’t alone.

This would continue until well after he enlisted. After dwelling through the lower ranks for months he; was assigned to a partner, ‘lost’ said partner, assigned to a new one, almost stabbed in the eye, removed from said partnership, and finally sent to look for another to fill her spot.

No one has been matched yet.

He couldn’t remember when he stopped hearing the door. He couldn’t remember when he started only getting silence from behind it. He never opened it to see.
Likes / Dislikes:
+Practicing his sigilmancy and vivisection on cadavers
+Hunting/Prowling the woods at night
+Making Friends
+Large crowds
+Blood???
+The moon
+The scent of strong emotions
- Cats (extreme loyalist)
- Children
- Bright lights
- Mixed-breeds
- Predictable outcomes (extremely boring...)

Relationships: tbd

Extra: (more to come!)

- Can vaguely comprehend some negative emotions, but isn't likely to register positive cues in himself.
- Has Insomnia, making it extremely hard winding down for bed and can cause him to grow restless and irritable beneath his superficial friendly front
- An incurable prey-drive has become a prevalent trait in his life and while he can usually restrain himself, it is hard to hold composure around small children, wild animals and cats
- Dresses extremely well for such a small house... (Most of them are handmedowns that have been re-tailored to fit.)
- Is he a good boy???
- He thinks so, and will do many things to be told so
- He can get aggressive if rubbed the wrong way...
- The Cult of House Gables and the Coven of the Divine Mother
- On top of his blatant disregard for the possibility of death, he has congenital analgesia which inhibits his body's response to react appropriately to pain stimuli. (He doesn't flinch or pull away or register a physical response, however it doesn't mean he can't feel it. He actually is still very sensitive to discriminative touch.)

RP Preferences: Lit on discord! Message me/note me and we can get to work