Post by Silenosz on Apr 21, 2011 1:10:27 GMT -5
Name: Salem Nathaniel Stein
Nickname: Stein
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 65kg
Physical Description: Salem has always had a strange looking appearance. His hair for example, No one has even known how in the earth he was born with snow white hair but it is him. Salem also has a scar running from just under his eye out to the side of his cheek. It looks like like a unfinished crescent moon slightly stitched into his skin. Salem has similar scars across his chest and back. One the most defining features this young man has is a large screw that seems to be lodged inside his head. When Salem is thinking or trying to concentrate he will turn it slightly. Below is a picture of the young man
Personality: Salem has always been a very quiet child, appearing in a room without making any noise. Salem has always had an obsession with science and whats makes other students tick. He always seems to be everywhere at once, hiding at the back of a crowd and observing the other people around him.
History: Salem was born into a family he never met. The first thing he remembers was the orphanage he was raised that. It's dark walls forming him into the child he became. He was always different. Unlike the other children he wouldn't run to the door when potential parents came to choose one of them to take home like some new pet. Salem stayed hidden in his room, reading his own weight in books.
When Salem turned 7 something happened. He has never been able to remember it clearly. He remembers men in white coats, like he had seen on doctors and scientists. What they did to him wasn't helpful or lifesaving. It changed him. When he awoke after he was taken, he realized quickly that something was wrong. As he reached up to touch his head he felt something that shocked him to the very core of his being. A large screw. It was implanted inside his skull. His hands touched it gently. He sighed and turned is slowly, seeming to automatically knowing what to do. He still quiet and intelligent but it made something else in him click into place. His mind begun to stray from where he was. Madness started to settle into his mind.
At the age of 13, Salem was taken from the orphanage. No longer cause the teachers and staff maintain his confusing state. He would fight anyone that he thought was challenging him, and sometime he was even found cutting open frogs, clicking his tongue as he looked at their insides. But the one thing no one could deny about him was that he by passed most of the other students.
Now once again he was transfered here. His child services Representative hoped that his school would give him that break he needed. He needed to feel normal. But deep down Salem knew he will never be the socially accepted version of normal. But Salem really didn't care.
House: Vemonfang
Allies: None as of yet
Enemies: None as of yet
Talents: Can play Violin
Year: Junior Year
Favorite Subject: Chemistry
Power or Peace: Salem doesn't believe in either. He believes in Control.
Sample Post: Salem sat quietly as he observed the other students around him. He sighed softly "Stupid fools. Yes run and play, whatever helps you block out the numbness you feel." He sighed again, placing his hand over the top of the screw, turning it slightly. Salem turned back to the book he had sitting gently on his crossed legs. He still couldn't figure it out, why him. He had studied for years. Years wasted on trying to figure out why they had done this to him. Suddenly he heard girls giggling near by. He lifted his head slightly, looking up at the group of freshmen girl pointing and giggling about him. Salem looked back down and gritted his teeth together, trying to control the sudden urge to go over there and punch the leader in the face. "No. Control. Control is key." His mind was running wild on him. He continued to repeating that saying in his head, he needed to be in control. A couple of minutes passed Salem exhaled heavily, thankful that he had regained control. Salem reached over into his bag and quickly pulled out a hidden cigarette. He lit it quickly and breathed it in softly. Smoking was bad for you and he knew that all to well but still bad habits dead hard. With that Salem stood and collected his belongs. It was time for him to join the population of his new school
Nickname: Stein
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 65kg
Physical Description: Salem has always had a strange looking appearance. His hair for example, No one has even known how in the earth he was born with snow white hair but it is him. Salem also has a scar running from just under his eye out to the side of his cheek. It looks like like a unfinished crescent moon slightly stitched into his skin. Salem has similar scars across his chest and back. One the most defining features this young man has is a large screw that seems to be lodged inside his head. When Salem is thinking or trying to concentrate he will turn it slightly. Below is a picture of the young man
Personality: Salem has always been a very quiet child, appearing in a room without making any noise. Salem has always had an obsession with science and whats makes other students tick. He always seems to be everywhere at once, hiding at the back of a crowd and observing the other people around him.
History: Salem was born into a family he never met. The first thing he remembers was the orphanage he was raised that. It's dark walls forming him into the child he became. He was always different. Unlike the other children he wouldn't run to the door when potential parents came to choose one of them to take home like some new pet. Salem stayed hidden in his room, reading his own weight in books.
When Salem turned 7 something happened. He has never been able to remember it clearly. He remembers men in white coats, like he had seen on doctors and scientists. What they did to him wasn't helpful or lifesaving. It changed him. When he awoke after he was taken, he realized quickly that something was wrong. As he reached up to touch his head he felt something that shocked him to the very core of his being. A large screw. It was implanted inside his skull. His hands touched it gently. He sighed and turned is slowly, seeming to automatically knowing what to do. He still quiet and intelligent but it made something else in him click into place. His mind begun to stray from where he was. Madness started to settle into his mind.
At the age of 13, Salem was taken from the orphanage. No longer cause the teachers and staff maintain his confusing state. He would fight anyone that he thought was challenging him, and sometime he was even found cutting open frogs, clicking his tongue as he looked at their insides. But the one thing no one could deny about him was that he by passed most of the other students.
Now once again he was transfered here. His child services Representative hoped that his school would give him that break he needed. He needed to feel normal. But deep down Salem knew he will never be the socially accepted version of normal. But Salem really didn't care.
House: Vemonfang
Allies: None as of yet
Enemies: None as of yet
Talents: Can play Violin
Year: Junior Year
Favorite Subject: Chemistry
Power or Peace: Salem doesn't believe in either. He believes in Control.
Sample Post: Salem sat quietly as he observed the other students around him. He sighed softly "Stupid fools. Yes run and play, whatever helps you block out the numbness you feel." He sighed again, placing his hand over the top of the screw, turning it slightly. Salem turned back to the book he had sitting gently on his crossed legs. He still couldn't figure it out, why him. He had studied for years. Years wasted on trying to figure out why they had done this to him. Suddenly he heard girls giggling near by. He lifted his head slightly, looking up at the group of freshmen girl pointing and giggling about him. Salem looked back down and gritted his teeth together, trying to control the sudden urge to go over there and punch the leader in the face. "No. Control. Control is key." His mind was running wild on him. He continued to repeating that saying in his head, he needed to be in control. A couple of minutes passed Salem exhaled heavily, thankful that he had regained control. Salem reached over into his bag and quickly pulled out a hidden cigarette. He lit it quickly and breathed it in softly. Smoking was bad for you and he knew that all to well but still bad habits dead hard. With that Salem stood and collected his belongs. It was time for him to join the population of his new school
