Salem
Pet Information
Pet Name: Salem
Owner: Thor
Theme / Type: Zodiac Obsideon
Born: December 6, 2007
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Abel
MisticPal Age: 5785 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 4
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 2
Misticpower: 11
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Pet Profile
Spawn of Ultimate Doom. One of The Great Fallen Four.
Sent to the world to bring forth chaos, death, and damnation upon the children of God in the guise of a human child.
Not the Anti-Christ, but a servant-warrior of Satan.
We have inclosed the demon's body and bound it's soul away during it's process of awakening.
He must remain here to prevent Armageddon, The End of Days.
May final judgment be made upon him by the Lord, and our souls saved.
We beseech thee. Do not disturb this holy chamber. Do not awaken the evil contained within, for death will follow and the end will not come by the holy blessings of the Lord, but of blood and darkness by the servant of Satan.
As written upon the seal of Salem Michael Adams
Salem is the incarnation of the Horseman "War", and is the brother of Nex.
He has no memory of his existence before being born as Salem.
Name: Salem Michael Adams
Nick name: Cupcake
Hair: Black, chin length
Eyes: Eerie Green
Skin: Pale
Build: Trim
Height: 5' 10 1/2"
Date of Birth: April 15th (Semana Santa - Holy week)
Birthplace: Byrdstown, Tennessee, United States
Positive Traits Loyal, Motivated, ambitious, courageous, decisive, devoted, makes the hard choices, endures, focused
Negative Traits Secretive, callous, sour, combative, others can't be relied on, stubborn, unsympathetic
Social Endowments:
Positive - - affectionate family upbringing, high mental abilities in family, parents motivated, gave direction
Negative -- psychological problems due to young trauma, feels that he grew in an indifferent social environment
Personal Skills:
leadership skills
management skills
public speaking skills
decent delegation skills
Personality:
Salem is ruled by motivation and the need to change.
Salem's zodiac is Aries, the sign of Fire which explains his impulsive and energetic energies.
Salem is full of creativity, enthusiasm, and a great inner drive to prove himself. He best expresses himself through action, not words, as they usually come out rough and hurtful.
He is constantly on the move, seeking experiences that will give him the opportunity to prove he is the best.
There is little to no timidity in him, and far from being shy or bashful. He has a confidence within him that makes him borderline impulsive. This confidence-impulsive mix helps him forge ahead, regardless of consequences.
Often he'll act first, think later. A "leap before he looks" mentality. He is not afraid to take risks or take a gamble to get his way.
Salem is a man who craves independence and has always looked for positions of authority. Determination runs through his veins and it is hard to discourage him from tasks he has begun. He is not one easily daunted by fear of failure.
As a friend, Salem is soft-spirited and generous, however he has his moments. He has to constantly remind himself to temper his aggressiveness and use reason and diplomacy when dealing with others. (Though it doesn't work very well with Abel)
Habits/ Pass time activities:
Smoking, baking, poker (and other card games), reading, fishing, and admiring art (usually skulks around art museums during free time)
-Personal Likes- Making sweet things, animals- mainly dog, Slightly cloudy afternoons
-Personal Dislikes- Eating bakery sweets, spiders, snow and hot days, bigots
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[His profile is his journal]
July 17th
Dear Journal
My name is Salem Adams. I live in Byrdstown, Tennessee and I am 10 years old. My stupid therapist says I should write in this dumb book to log when bad things happen and my feelings about it. My parents think it's a great idea too. I hate it. I think it's dumb. But I have to or else I won't get any sweet potatoes for dinner.
Its been 3 months since my best friend Josh Forger died. I found him out by the creek where we go fishing. He was strung up in the big tree I like to climb. He looked so sad and frail. I never saw him like that.
I ran to the police station down town and told them about Josh. They went to get him, but they wouldn't let me go back.
Mrs. Forger came by the house that night. She couldn't stop crying. She hasn't stopped. I wished she would just stop crying.
It wasn't even 4 days when the police decided he just went and did it himself. Everyone just accepted it. I tried to tell people, that it couldn't have been that way. I tried to tell them he was murdered. I know he was! He couldn't have done that to himself. Josh didn't know how to climb trees. He always hurt himself when he tired. But when I found him, there wasn't a scratch on him. And he was so high up.
I overheard my parents talking to other grown ups. They said he won't get the right funeral, because of "what he did". They said he was going to heck. The whole town is sayin it.
How could everybody be like this? Josh said he loved God. And now God hates him and is putting him in heck? If God hates Josh, then I hate God! He isn't being fair. It wasn't Josh's fault. And I hate these stupid people who are looking down on Josh. The stupid priest and his stupid nuns. I hate them. I hate them so much!
Sara is the only one who believes me. She's the only one who understands. Sara is the only one praying for Josh.
July 24th
Dear Journal,
my butt hurts. I got a spanking today because I yelled at mom and told her that God sucked and could go to heck with all the other good people he put there.
I never seen her so mad.
I'm not mad at her though. Unless she tries to make me eat that pie she's making for dinner.
update She made me eat it >:T
August 6th
Dear Journal,
I had a terrible nightmare.
I thought I woke up because I wet the bed.
It turned out to be blood.
Mom and Dad took me to the hospital. Nothin' wrong with me.
They'll get me a new mattress and bedding tomorrow.
I'm sleeping on the floor tonight.
August 2nd
Dear Journal,
I'm 13 now.
I got into a fist fight with Rufus the doofus today when he tried to bully Sara. I have a black eye. He has a a sprained ankle. I think I won this round.
Despite being grounded for a month.
August 29th
Dear Journal,
Rufus gushed he likes sara. Like, like-like's her. In front of every body. Sara looked horrified. I think I got ill. I felt like throwing up, and everything went fuzzy.
I didn't even know I was punching him in the back of his head until Sara screamed for me to stop.
When an adult up ran over, the other kids said he got his by a baseball and passed out.
I wasn't going to correct them.
Dad got a phone call from other parents saying Rufus will be ok. He didn't know what hit him.
Darn.
October 31st
Dear Journal,
I found my bike all smashed up when I got back home from Trick-or-Treating with Sara. I'm going to break their faces, if I ever find out who did it.
May 8th
Dear Journal,
I'm 14.
The school isn't going to let me play Football because I'm a freshman.
So dumb.
June 12th
Dear Journal,
I had that bad dream again. No blood this time.
July 9th
Dear Journal,
I'm 15.
Rufus tried to make fun of me for asking Sara to go out with me. She accepted.
Haha, in your face Rufus.
April 15th
Dear Journal,
I'm 17.
I'm only suppose to write bad things in this book, but I have such good news I want to write it everywhere I can.
I asked Sara to marry me. She said she will. Our parents gave their blessings.
Maybe now this empty feeling inside of me will go away, and the nightmares.
April 15th
Dear Journal,
I'm 18.
I was walking home from the grocery store when I saw pamphlets for the Army in Ms. Ramstool's boutique window. It was like a lightning bolt struck me. I dropped the groceries. Ruined half of them, but I don't care. I went inside to get one.
The pamphlet felt like fire under my touch. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
I could do good. I could fight for something that means something. For my family. For my Country. For the Promise of something better.
I went home to tell Sara that I was going to join the Army. She wasn't even mad that I had already made up my mind.
I'm going to apply tomorrow.
April 16th
Dear Journal,
My nightmares stopped last night.
I got accepted into the Army.
July 13th
Dear Journal,
Sara applied for the Marines, and was accepted.
I don't know why, but that makes me nervous for some reason.
February 28th
Dear Journal,
I'm 20.
I just got my butt saved by a slack-off, named Joshua Peters. He had shown no interest in being in the army, which made me wonder why he even bothered signing up.
I'm lucky he did.
Private Marsh had prematurely pulled the pin of his Grenade, and due to his terror, he dropped it in his bunker, and it rolled out to other exposed men and myself.
Is it possible for an event to feel like slow motion, and fast forward at the same time?
My own words sounded like I was talking through cotton balls as I shouted 'Fire in the Hole', an action purely instinctive. Men doped to their bellied and tried to shield as much of themselves as they could behind the walls of their individual bunkers.
I was frozen. I couldn't move. I was too far away to do anything. I stood there, exposed, and waited for the inevitable.
And like a lizard, Private Peters scurried towards the explosive, picked it up, and threw it over the side of his own bunker, and not a second too soon. I do not believe the grenade had enough time to touch ground. The shock of the explosion knocked me off my feet. My head hit the concrete wall behind me. I saw stars.
They rushed me to the medical bay for a concussion. Peters was there in the bed next to me. He had scraped his pals, and gave himself a nasty gash on his arm when he dove for the explosive.
We've been talking.
I didn't like him before, but I think I can come around. He's definitely an interesting fellow. He reminds me of someone I use to know, but I can't really put my finger on it. My head hurts anyway.
January 22nd
Dear Journal,
I'm 23.
Sara and I are fine.
Joshua and I, must say, can't get any better as friends. Amazing connection.
I have been promoted to General. Its unbelievable. Completely surreal. It should never have happened.
I'm the youngest, and I have earned the title in the shortest amount of time in history. It's been a whirlwind, you wouldn't believe it.
They want to take me out of the lines, but I refused. My place is with my men. That's where I will stay.
So I declined.
September 13th
Dear Journal,
Mom and dad are dead.
They've been murdered. A car bomb was set off in their rental while they were vacationing in Dresden, Germany. The report says they died instantly. They didn't feel a thing.
I know from experience that's just what people say to make it easier for the ones left behind.
They don't know who did it.
I don't know who could have done it.
I feel sick. I've never felt such darkness crowd around me. Its like I'm being watched by someone. Something.
October 10th
Dear Journal,
My health has been failing. My nightmares came back. They're worse than before. Every night since mom and dad died.
Demons. Blood. Screams of pain, terror, hatred.
I hear voices whispering to me from the shadows.
--His last journal entry--
April 14th
Dear Jour-------
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-the entry is smeared over with blood, unreadable-
I belong to Lor. Return me IMMEDIATELY.
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