Salem Hollin

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Quick Stats

Name: Salem Isaiah Hollin
Pronouns: he/him
Age: 19 (Jan 21)
Height: 5'3 (Lithe)
Hair: Black, dark brown in light
Eyes: Heterochromatic
Blood Type: O Negative
Residence Location: Cedar Creek
Occupation Location: Larkspur

Occupation: ""Witch""
Vehicle: -

Psychic Stats

Age Abilities Appeared:
Eye Color: N/A
First Ability: None
Second Ability: None
Third Ability: None

Power Description

Vampire Stats

Age Turned:
Eye Color: N/A
Level: N/A
First Ability: None
Second Ability: None
Animal Form: N/A
Group: N/A
Rank: None
Role: None

Power Description

Were Stats

Age Turned: 17
Eye Color: Gold
Sex: Male
Species: Leopard
Level: Common
Group: Rogue
Rank: None
Role: None

Animal Description
'Leopard' is, perhaps, a big overstatement in this case. A long, black-ringed tail hangs behind a brown-gold body marked by a plethora of dark brown and black rosettes and streaks. Pale cream accents the animal's underside and makes playful spots behind its ears. Salem's were form is a Margay, clearly distinctable by its vivid markings and overlarge eyes.


A fashion sense all over the place, and hair to match. Salem likes to think he cordinates his outfits, but really, most of the time he just looks like a randomized sim. He prefers bright-coloured clothes, shying away from blacks and whites- unless they're hats or beanies or glasses, because he totally digs these. Unruly, messy curly dark hair falls to his ears, framing a face with big, dark round eyes and full lips. Well, his eyes are dark for the most part, a deep brown, broken only by an amber and blue line on the lower part of his left iris.


If you open a dictionary, somewhere between 'mess' and 'dumbass', there's Salem. A picture, probably, a shaky and blury one taken with a thumb covering half the lense. He's dense, loud and curious, nearly always found grinning, always on his feet. He seems to have endless amounts of energy- too much sugar, probably. Which isn't to say he can't keep still or in one place, but Salem is always up for doing stuff, and ruining stuff. For someone so keen on doing stuff, he has a great talent for ruining stuff.

When he crashes, he crashes hard. Full-out falling asleep anywhere in seconds hard. And he can sleep for hours, with as much as an endless thirst for sleep as energy.

For the most part, Salem tries to keep himself busy and upbeat, and others happy. He cracks jokes, even at inapproperiate moments, doesn't understand personal space well when it comes to other people and can't always read the mood. He's dense, and wouldn't understand some things even if they were said to him outright, oftentimes too caught up in his own confusion. He also has a bad, bad habit of not really listening when others speak, making messes out of replying without knowing what was said.

Despite his seemingly outward nature, Salem has a habit of bottling up his own emotions until he explodes, hiding them from others and from himself as well. He'll work on that someday. Probably.


Salem's childhood is sorta in bits and pieces, but that's probably because he's not very keen on remembering much. It wasn't bad, per se, he's just uncomfortable with it. A lot of parental expectations, a lot of pressure. His parents had him young, and as the (largely) only child of two people from a somewhat well-off family, he was often pushed to limits which he could not well manage. From a young age, Salem learned how to retreat into himself and his fantasies, how to mask emotions and overstep his own boundaries. Alas, as most children raised in an oppressive environment, Salem begun to rebel from a young age. He pierced himself, cut his hair over the bathroom sink, dyed them and slept around and got into bad companies. He's probably done most stuff, really, and that's also something he tries to keep in bits and fragments. If anyone asks, he doesn't remember anything from before eighteen.

In his late sixteens, Salem begun to delve into the occult. Movie-level, really, fake stuff and horror novel ideals- he visited seers and tried to make potions and low level curses and hexes. He was horrid at it. But that didn't really matter because, hey, it was special. Hardcore, big time. He thought he was hot, dark stuff, and of course, like every witch, he needed a familiar. Salem, like the big dumbass he is, had taken to approaching street animals, but the truth was that he didn't know the first thing about animals. When he saw a straange cat, well, he just thought it was just a really cool looking one, and he tried to pet it. While it was against a corner. Which you don't do to normal, sweet-looking cats, much less weird, rosetted cats, and of course Salem got scratched. Shit got weird after that. Like, really weird. Coughing-furballs weird. He got used to it eventually, kinda, and thought it was like, really cool and useful, but didn't actually try to find out stuff about it other than the basics, despite living in the golden era of Google. Because, hey, who cares about that when you have ankles that can turn 180 degrees, right?

Salem ran away from home when he reached eighteen. Stole some money and some clothes and bounced right off and into a bus. He makes a small living by pretending to be a witch, making potions and reading palms and cards and making good-luck pouches. As one can safely assume, it doesn't pay much, and for now, Salem lives in the streets. He manages, though.


Face Claim: carlos ortiz

>trans boy

>He thinks he has a sense of humor, so he wears a witch hat during work.

>Technically his name is Isaiah, but only very close people know that. Woops.

>He begun going by Salem when he begun dwelving into witchcraft cos he thinks he has a sense of humour, but like, only to friends and complete strangers. He adopted it fully once he Bounced.

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