Post by Salem Wight on Apr 11, 2012 12:50:14 GMT -5
SALEM BALTHAZAR WIGHT
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I’m losing sight
Don’t count on me
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{{Appearance}}
Salem stands 6' even and weighs in at close to 178 lbs. A past run in with a heartless robbed him of his right eye and left the side of his face scarred and mangled. He usually hides his grotesque visage behind a Phantom of the Opera-esque mask. His usual manner of dress consists of button-down shirts and black slacks. He usually accents these with an odd black coat he liberated from a shop quite some time ago.
{{History}}
Salem lived most of his life within the confines of Hollow Bastion. The man seems to have been apathetic since birth, never caring about anything and coasting through life. If it wasn't for the arrival of the heartless he probably would have lead a pathetic life. The sudden of the appearance of the dark creatures when he was seven changed these events though. Salem was still living with his parents when an outbreak of Heartless attacked Radiant Garden. The event itself is a blur in his mind. Most of the memories repressed and covered in a haze. The only evidence that proves he was there is his mangled face and the loss of his parents. Salem, like most of the others, moved on to other, greener pastures. The young boy choosing to call Traverse Town his new home. Even here Heartless still existed though.
For the next decade Salem ran and fought back when he could. The destruction of his home set a fire under the boy's ass and put hatred in his heart. This, ironically, filled his heart with Darkness and set him down the path to becoming a Heartless himself. When the lad was sixteen he had more experience with Heartless than most. By this time he had saved up enough to purchase a Gummi ship. With it he set off for new worlds to broaden his horizons and kill more Heartless. He traveled the known universe for four years, gathering an extensive knowledge of Heartless and their habits.
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I chase the sun
It chases after me
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- Cheerful
- Determined
- Accepting
- Skilled Marksman
- Encyclopedic knowledge of Heartless
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- Avaricious
- Self serving
- Sardonic
- Whimsical
- Apathetic
- Munny
- Smoke
- Sleeping
- Alcohol
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- Heartless
- Being poor
- Water
- The sound of alarm clocks
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You know my name
You know my face
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- Gravity- an event horizon is created upon a surface and increases the force of gravity, slamming foes into the ground.
- Zero Gravity - the effects of gravity are temporarily dispelled and the target is flung into the air.
Others:
- Limit Break: Wild Arms - Salem makes use of the Darkness in his heart, weaponizing it. A four pointed star appeared over his mask where his right eye would be granting him the ability to lock on to enemies. Lupara is then engulfed in Darkness and then warped into a more sinister form. This change isn't merely ascetic granting the gun the ability to fire bolts of Darkness that explode upon contact. Salem is only able to fire both barrels a total of five times and the bolts are, unfortunately, slower than regular munitions. Though, the large blast radius certainly helps make up for the slowed rate.
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Lupara - A sawed-off shotgun capable of chambering a maximum of two rounds, one per barrel. The gun itself is very similar to the one used by Clayton, though much smaller and having a much wider spread. While incredibly powerful it has been shown that skilled opponents can deflect the bullets. At any given time Salem has at least twenty two rounds on him. Two in the gun, and twenty hidden within his coat. Even without ammunition Salem has proven to make good use of the gun, blocking claws and swords with its barrel and defeating heartless with it's butt.
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You’d know my heart
If you knew my place
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{{OoC Name}} Salem
{{Sample Post }}
Salem scowled as he looked over the newly discovered world. From a distance it had seemed like some sort of amazing magical realm, crawling with all sorts of new Heartless to beat up on. It was blue, completely covered in water, though Salem had figured there might have been a few patches of land on it. Upon landing he found himself to be wrong, dead wrong on all three accounts. There was no land, if there was he had gotten the short end of the stick and ended up at least twenty thousand leagues under the sea. How he was still alive, he didn't know. He figured it was due to the fact that his legs had been replaced with a set of red fins that matched his hair. If he looked hard enough he guessed that he would have found a pair of gills. At least that guess was right.
If there was one thing Salem hated almost as much as Heartless it was water. He didn't have any difficulty swimming he just despised getting wet, much like a cat. The feeling of it just felt so wrong to him. It didn't help that water seemed to kill everything he loved. He gnawed at the soggy cigarette between his lips and took a quick look down at Lupara, which hung at his hips, where they even still considered hips now? No matter, he was sure that his precious weapon was slowly rusting. All the ammunition he brought with him now worthless. The second thing that irked Salem was the sever lack of Heartless. Usually when the red haired vagrant arrived he was swarmed by the yellow eyed buggers. Here the only thing that greeted him was fish. That was the straw that broke the camels back.
Salem didn't bear any malice toward fish. In fact, he quite enjoyed them, especially when they were in stick form or splayed out on a dish for him. He didn't, however, enjoy the fact that the fish that swam before him were singing. It simply wasn't one fish, or two, or even a few. No, it was an entire school of the bloody things singing in perfect harmony. Salem couldn't say a word as he watched the display before him. Salem typically didn't have any problems with most worlds. Most of the time he found something he enjoyed right away. Back on Deep Jungle he had found his trusty companion Lupara. On the dusty planet of Agrabah he'd swam in a mountain of gold. Hell, on Halloween Town he'd even might Santa Claus. In his entire five years of traveling he'd never found a world he couldn't stand, until now.
With a final nibble of the filter of his cigarette Salem huffed and turned around. "I'm going back to Santa's before I do something naughty." he muttered, spitting out the waterlogged cigarette, swishing his tail. He soon found another thing to hate about this world. It seemed that tails and feet, while similar, had two completely different mechanics. Motions that would have simply set him forward sent him flying upwards. He continued to struggle and learn how to make use of his new fins. Every frantic motion causing a dramatic change of direction. By the time he had exhausted himself he hung upside down, the fish that had once been singing giggling at his dramatic show. Salem growled and closed his eyes. "I would've been better off running into a herd of Heartless." he muttered under his breath.