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Salem, The Angel of Mischief

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Salem	Posted: Aug 29 2007, 02:37 AM
Newbie Group: Members Posts: 1 Member No.: 29 Joined: 29-August 07	I might have gone out on a limb with this bio, tell me if it's too much [+] BEHIND THE CHARACTER _{Name/Nickname;; Kyle Age;; 15 How did you find KOTS?;; Advertising, baby!} [+] THE CHARACTER _{Name;; Salem Riley Title;; The Angel of Mischief Nickname/s;; Pain in the ass, that annoying little angel Age;; He stopped caring a long time ago, looks maybe 16 or 17 Race;; Angel Side;; Chaotic good Place of Residence;; Heaven Level;; Level 6 Occupation;; Influences Weapon of Choice;; Salem isn�t big into physical fighting, and doesn�t have a weapon. He does carry a horn, however, of which he can play exceedingly and surprisingly well. As certain angels in heaven can also attest if he wants to he can also play very, very bad. [+] PHYSICAL APPEARANCE [List][sub]Celeb;; Not sure. Physical Description;; Salem looks, well, angelic, although anyone who knows him (by reputation or personally, since the latter succeeds him) will describe him as anything but. His hair is a straw colored blonde, and cropped just long enough to give him bangs and a couple inches length everywhere else. The angel�s eyes are an innocent, bright blue that practically sparkles when he�s happy. His mouth often has a mischievous smirk about it. Salem favors gray colors, his favorite because it�s between white (which there�s too much of in heaven anyway in his opinion) and black (which just looks cool). When Salem turns on the charm, typically either to suck up or get out of something, you can tell. He flashes all 32 enamel and may just possibly fix those hard to resist blue eyes of his on a person. Amazingly enough, Salem has a Helix and Conch piercing in his left ear, both always sporting silver earrings. It�s certainly not something you�d expect from an angel. Hair color;; Blonde Eye color;; Blue Height;; 5�6� Weight;; 120 lbs. [+] PERSONALITY _{Personality Description;; If there was ever anyone who fit the definition of Chaotic good, it�s Salem. He does help influence good emotions in people, but from time to time and incredibly randomly he�ll also mix in some impulse, mischievousness, and other such emotions that aren�t necessarily good, but not evil by nature either. Through that loop hole he�s been getting away with it for years. Salem is the Angel of Trickery because he likes to see humans being clever, developing brilliant cons and getting away with it, messing with each other using pranks, and he�s also been known from time to time (read: often) to mess with other angels in heaven. Typically, Salem might complain about his occupation, but he really does like it a lot more than anyone knows. Considering what he is, it�s probably ironic that Salem is a very good liar and can play the uninformed innocent perfectly. Sometimes his interest in theatre during life actually shows when the angel is particularly melodramatic. Most of the time Salem can be very gullible and seem quite na�ve, though like many things about him you have to take it at face value. It could just be him cleverly distracting attention from something else or another one of his tricks. Lots of angels prefer not to associate with Salem, though he usually forces his association on them. Some try and maintain that divine neutrality towards him, but it�s easier said than done. He has very few actual �friends,� probably more like people he sees more often than others. Likes;; +Clever people and things +Tricks/pranks +Acting and theatre +Influencing emotions and his occupation in general +Pushing buttons Dislike;; +Mean people +Those lacking a sense of humor +Ordinary and boring things +Being lonely, despite his sometimes abrasive personality. +Fox; they�ve canceled one good show to many. Skills;; Despite many people thinking he doesn�t do his job well, Salem is very talented at increasing certain emotions in humans. He has a real knack for it. Salem can also usually get under anyone�s skin given enough time. Weaknesses;; Bringing up his past is a surefire distraction and way to get Salem feeling depressed. That�ll probably get him off anybodies case, but those few angels who are privy (not many, Salem usually doesn�t talk about it) most likely wouldn�t do something that mean. He might be annoying, but for the most part Salem is fairly harmless. Hopes;; Salem wouldn�t mind eventually finding himself an official, actual friend in Heaven. Other than that, he doesn�t think about the future all that much. Fears;; That everything about him is a false front brought about by his past. Salem honestly doesn�t even know anymore. He certainly does enjoy what he does, though. After his childhood Salem doesn�t really like calling any place home for long. It makes him uncomfortable. Goals;; Salem doesn�t really set long term goals, he often just makes things up on the spot and gets by the best way he knows how. [+] BACKGROUND _{Parents;; Jeffrey (Unknown) and Nicole Riley (Deceased) Siblings;; None. Other Family Members;; Salem has extended family on both his Mom and Dad�s sides, but they were mostly concentrated on the East coast whereas he grew up on the West. Date of Death;; 10/13/?? Cause of Death;; Crucifixion Perpetrator/s;; His Father Past Incarnation/s;; He was Shakespeare�s real life inspiration for Puck in A Midsummer Night�s Dream. History;; Jeffrey Riley wasn�t always the crazy, psychotic bastard Salem knew during his life. Evidently before his Mom had died giving birth to him, he�d been quite ordinary. The death of his wife sent Salem�s Dad off the deep end, however. His wife had been very Christian, whereas Jeff up to that point hadn�t. Rather than turning from God like many people do, he instead embraced and then went psychotic with it. Salem literally had Catholicism force fed to him from a young age, it�s really almost a miracle he was faithful during life. He was forced to memorize the bible, and still knows it front to back, upside down. Salem didn�t really view his Father as abusive; he only got really angry if his son did something he viewed as �sinful.� Unfortunately he had a very loose definition. Eventually Jeff nearly went mad at all the corruption he viewed in almost every walk of life, and became a very religious based killer in California that�s still feared to this day, dubbed the Cross Killer by his strange method of using Crucifixion to murder people. Salem lied to himself for a lot of his childhood, but he couldn�t do it anymore when Jeff came home one night with blood on his hands. Up to this point Salem, while really clever, had restrained himself to only be average. If there was one thing he didn�t want to do it was unnecessarily attract Jeff�s attention, even by doing well. Salem�s only real relief from the positively oppressive atmosphere of his small apartment was the mischief of varying sizes and severity he loved to get into while alive. Of course, he avoided anything of the caliber that might end up with his Dad getting alerted. Well, avoided for the most part. Salem has always taken risks. As his home life got worse, messing with people was always a good outlet for his frustration. Eventually, much like Salem had known for a long time, the abuse turned more physical. Some of the things that were done to him he still refuses to acknowledge this day. Many were traumatizing enough that he doesn�t even remember. Eventually Jeff just straight up went off the deep end and decided Salem was much too corrupt for this world, and was determined to take him out of it. This stemmed from the fact Salem had had enough, and was fully prepared to go to the police, something he�d long refused to even consider. Somehow his Father figured it out, maybe simply from the defiant way Salem probably looked. There was a scuffle and a resulting fire when Jeff came for Salem. The young Riley ended up getting crucified in there very apartment and he still hasn�t gotten over what happened even after all this time. Whether his Dad is in heaven (doubtful) or even managed to escape the fire Salem doesn�t really know. He certainly hasn�t bothered to find out. His Mother is in heaven, however, and if you can manage to get a hold of her she�s probably one of the few people who can get Salem to quit (if only for a bit) his mischievous and impulsive ways. [+] ANYTHING ELSE _{Sample RP;; A post I made for a different character Russell on another board. Russell easily negotiated the crowded New York City traffic on the back of a motorcycle, taking advantage of every gap between cars that opened up. There were a few shouts and honked horns, but then that happened so often in Manhattan it was almost expected anymore. The difference on a bike was decidedly noticeable; Russell made incredible time wherever he was going. Currently, though, Russell was detached from what he was doing, weaving in and out of traffic without putting any real though into it. He groped around in a pocket for a moment, until his gloved fingers closed around a tiny slip of paper. On it were some directions leading to an address in his Father�s signature handwriting. Signature because it was hard as mess to read. It was part cursive, part print, all atrocious. The visor on Russell�s helmet was in the up position, for multiple reasons. He found it stifling closed, first of all, not to mention attempting to decipher what might as well have been a foreign language through the tinted plastic was next to impossible. He picked out the street he was supposed to turn on just in time to catch himself riding right on past it at about 25 mph. Cursing, Russell pulled a U-Turn before getting back on track. It was a virtual straight shot towards the place after that, and sure enough a good fifteen minutes later he was parking his bike on the side of the road outside of a mechanic shop. Russell wasn�t familiar with his place, but his Dad had evidently made some deals here in the past. They needed a hard to get, foreign part for an equally rare foreign car, which was always a problem. Stepping off, Russell knocked the kick stand into place with one foot and started to move toward the door. He shivered; there was a definite chill in the air despite his leather jacket. It was a totally unassuming situation. Cars drove by, creating a steady sound of tires on pavement. People talked into cell phones and to each other. Feet pounded pavement. In essence, Manhattan�s normal �ol soundtrack. This was, of course, why what happened next was a total surprise. Three black vans and five equally colored SUVs came out of nowhere, all converging at a single point. Men and women poured out, weapons and other high-tech equipment in hand. It didn�t take more than a glance to see they were ATF, those uniforms were very well-known to most everybody these days. Russell quickly turned and walked in the opposite direction, attempting to pull a vanishing act much like every civilian on the streets. This little chunk of Manhattan was turning into a ghost town slowly but surely. ATF meant mutants, and in the populaces mind, mutants meant trouble. While Russell didn�t agree with the philosophy tangling with mutant hunters did not a happy him make. �X-Gene detected sir, a huge amount of it.� Said a particularly loud woman, for her voice to carry so far. They couldn�t possibly mean Russell, could they? �Acknowledged.� Came the clipped bark from the guy who looked to be in charge. �These Brotherhood bastards think they can waltz into our backyard and do whatever they damn well please.� He lit a cigar, puffs of smoke spiraling upwards. �Teach them who�s in charge, men!� That was all the egging on these ATF needed. They went into the building as one, highly trained, weapons sweeping for targets and covering each other at the same time. Doors were kicked down, and then the shooting began. �Seal the perimeter,� The man in charge swept his eyes over the practically empty street, �Nobody gets in or out without a negative X-Gene scan.� Ah, damn. Russell made for the alley, perfectly content with just slipping away until everything died down. Of course, if anything happened to his bike he�d be upset, but it�d have to be literally vaporized for him to be unable to fix it. The trouble was, complete vaporization wasn�t that unbelievable when mutants were involved. And, as if on cue, two A.T.F. were chucked from a second story window, spraying glass downwards. Team mates scattered at the deadly rain. One struck the roof of the SUV while the other hit pavement. Russell wondered who had it worse. Things happened fast after that, everything unfolding in, seemingly, a single blink of the eye. More A.T.F. charged, and the mutants inside made there first visible appearance. There were a large number, of various different ethnicities, ages, genders, and of course powers. The battle was joined with a tumultuous bang. Streaks of power and energy blasts filled the air; bullets flew wildly as well as other assorted human weaponry. A single evidently super powered punch sent an A.T.F. reeling, his pistol swinging wildly in Russell�s direction. The mutant reacted, more on instinct then anything else. He threw out a hand, calling up his powers. Bullets were very small size wise, which put them perfectly in Russell�s court for manipulation. Of course, he was happy just managing to stop it a few feet away from him. All the momentum gone, Russell released it, and the spent shell clattered to the ground. Running seemed to be a moot point now, as there was almost no where to run. The battle spilled out into the streets, sending civilians still on the fringes running. The deadly combat spread like wildfire, Russell managed to squeeze himself into a doorway to avoid the worse of it for the moment. �Nah, don�t worry Pa,� Russell said, doing an imitation of himself from maybe half an hour prior, �Ah�ll be there an� back before you know it.� At the rate this thing was escalating he�d be lucky not to get back to his Dad in a body bag. Other Info?;; Nein. My Aim is BansheeShadow?}}}}

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