Post by Salem Baratheon on Mar 30, 2012 10:07:26 GMT -5
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WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
THIS APPLICATION IS CURRENTLY COMPLETE.
FULL NAME; Salem Everest Baratheon
AGE; 23
BIRTHDAY; December 12
GENDER; Male
RACE; Human
BIRTH PLACE; Telinad, Everfell
CLASS; Upper
OCCUPATION; King
CURRENT KINGDOM; Everfell
ALLIANCE; John
MOTHER; Anita Baratheon[Deceased]
FATHER; Gregor Baratheon[Deceased]
SISTERS; Lucille Baratheon
BROTHERS; Bryce Baratheon
OTHER FAMILY; N/A
PETS; Sentinel[Pure White Direwolf]
STRENGTHS; Military strength, political knowledge, bodily strength, combative experience
WEAKNESSES; His brother and sister, his age
FEARS; Something happening to his siblings, meeting the same end as his father, not producing an heir
PERSONALITY;
[style= text-align: justify;]Salem Baratheon was once a troublesome boy, wreaking havoc wherever and whenever he could. He never took anything too seriously, until the day his mother died in child birth that is. For a while after this, he became almost depressed, barely talking for a good few months. He became more focused on his studies during this time, taking is pent up anger out on the training grounds.
As time wore on, Salem became more aggressive on the battlefield while showing patience and determination in court. Despite this though, he believed he had all the time in the world to still be a child and continued on with his foolhardy behavior, causing as much trouble as he could.
After the death of his father though, responsibility was thrust upon him and he knew that his days as a boy had come to an end. He grew more serious and stern after the event, reserving any foolish behavior for when he was around his siblings. At first, there was no joking around with the young king, but he settled down with time, lightening his mood and behavior. Now, he is never quick to anger and even when he is angry, he is not a harsh man. He does what is right and what is necessary, looking out for his kingdom and making sure it stays strong and prosperous.
AGE; 23
BIRTHDAY; December 12
GENDER; Male
RACE; Human
BIRTH PLACE; Telinad, Everfell
CLASS; Upper
OCCUPATION; King
CURRENT KINGDOM; Everfell
ALLIANCE; John
MOTHER; Anita Baratheon[Deceased]
FATHER; Gregor Baratheon[Deceased]
SISTERS; Lucille Baratheon
BROTHERS; Bryce Baratheon
OTHER FAMILY; N/A
PETS; Sentinel[Pure White Direwolf]
STRENGTHS; Military strength, political knowledge, bodily strength, combative experience
WEAKNESSES; His brother and sister, his age
FEARS; Something happening to his siblings, meeting the same end as his father, not producing an heir
PERSONALITY;
[style= text-align: justify;]Salem Baratheon was once a troublesome boy, wreaking havoc wherever and whenever he could. He never took anything too seriously, until the day his mother died in child birth that is. For a while after this, he became almost depressed, barely talking for a good few months. He became more focused on his studies during this time, taking is pent up anger out on the training grounds.
As time wore on, Salem became more aggressive on the battlefield while showing patience and determination in court. Despite this though, he believed he had all the time in the world to still be a child and continued on with his foolhardy behavior, causing as much trouble as he could.
After the death of his father though, responsibility was thrust upon him and he knew that his days as a boy had come to an end. He grew more serious and stern after the event, reserving any foolish behavior for when he was around his siblings. At first, there was no joking around with the young king, but he settled down with time, lightening his mood and behavior. Now, he is never quick to anger and even when he is angry, he is not a harsh man. He does what is right and what is necessary, looking out for his kingdom and making sure it stays strong and prosperous.
APPEARANCE;
Salem is a decent sized man, taller than average with a muscular body. His hair is dark brown in color, almost black. It's usually somewhat long and curly and it's rare that you see him without nicely trimmed facial hair.
Look-wise, Salem favors his father with his darkened hair. His brown eyes ere courtesy of his mother, him being the only one of his siblings to inherit the feature. Salem tends to wear mostly black, never dressing too fancy-like... it was never quite his style, what with his military training.
Look-wise, Salem favors his father with his darkened hair. His brown eyes ere courtesy of his mother, him being the only one of his siblings to inherit the feature. Salem tends to wear mostly black, never dressing too fancy-like... it was never quite his style, what with his military training.
HISTORY;
Salem was born to the king and queen of Everfell on a particularly snowy night during an unusually cold winter. With the kingdom being the farthest south in the realm, it was rare that it ever saw snowfall. It was only fitting that there should be a blizzard on the night that the heir to the throne was born. For years, Salem was a troublesome boy, often wreaking havoc with his good friend, Samwell, and his brother. After the death of his mother though, he became more withdrawn, silently blaming the baby girl who killed his mother. He refused to so much as even hold the child when she was born, staying as far away from her as possible. He didn't understand how people could dote over her the way they did. She was a murderer, a demon, an abomination.
For years, Salem hated the child, though it became increasingly more difficult. As she grew older, she would follow him around, wanting to be held and wanting to play. He would give in, hoping to get her to stop, but she would only beg for more. Then, she said it... her very first word. "Salem." Though the word was garbled by the mouth of the child, there was no more denying the fact that he loved his baby sister and would do anything to protect her. From then on, he taught her everything he knew, hating himself for having blamed her for something that she had no control over.
Training for combat was something that Salem put all of his effort into, making himself a fearless and deadly warrior. By the time he was sixteen he had fought in his first battle, alongside his best friend, Samwell. Unlike some others, Salem earned his position in his father's army. When he was twenty years old, he held his dying best friend in his arms as he died on the battlefield, the battle over and the field littered with bodies of the dead, both friend and foe.
Whenever he wasn't fighting for his father, he was at home, learning to become king or causing trouble alongside his brother. He could often be found with Lucille, who followed him around almost constantly, taking her places and showing her how to swing a sword or shoot an arrow. He would do anything for the girl and even taught her how to fight, to the best of his ability.
He had been present when his father was killed... they all were. Salem had been right beside him though and could have stopped it. He could have pushed his father out of the way or taken the arrow himself, but he had been too slow from the wine that night. He had seen the archer with his own two eyes, watching as he pulled back the bowstring, but he had been too late. His father died in his arms, his throat pierced by the arrow. The party had been to celebrate his twenty-first name day.
Salem then chased the man, leaving behind his brother and his crying sister along with their guests. He wasn't going to stop until the assassin was dead. He didn't get his justice though. The man escaped him in the forest, Salem having been thrown from his horse. He suffered minor injuries, his father's men coming up right behind him to help the infuriated and mourning prince.
Salem was coronated soon after and has thus far, in the past two years, proven to be an able king with determination unlike that of any king that Everfell has ever seen before.
[/style]For years, Salem hated the child, though it became increasingly more difficult. As she grew older, she would follow him around, wanting to be held and wanting to play. He would give in, hoping to get her to stop, but she would only beg for more. Then, she said it... her very first word. "Salem." Though the word was garbled by the mouth of the child, there was no more denying the fact that he loved his baby sister and would do anything to protect her. From then on, he taught her everything he knew, hating himself for having blamed her for something that she had no control over.
Training for combat was something that Salem put all of his effort into, making himself a fearless and deadly warrior. By the time he was sixteen he had fought in his first battle, alongside his best friend, Samwell. Unlike some others, Salem earned his position in his father's army. When he was twenty years old, he held his dying best friend in his arms as he died on the battlefield, the battle over and the field littered with bodies of the dead, both friend and foe.
Whenever he wasn't fighting for his father, he was at home, learning to become king or causing trouble alongside his brother. He could often be found with Lucille, who followed him around almost constantly, taking her places and showing her how to swing a sword or shoot an arrow. He would do anything for the girl and even taught her how to fight, to the best of his ability.
He had been present when his father was killed... they all were. Salem had been right beside him though and could have stopped it. He could have pushed his father out of the way or taken the arrow himself, but he had been too slow from the wine that night. He had seen the archer with his own two eyes, watching as he pulled back the bowstring, but he had been too late. His father died in his arms, his throat pierced by the arrow. The party had been to celebrate his twenty-first name day.
Salem then chased the man, leaving behind his brother and his crying sister along with their guests. He wasn't going to stop until the assassin was dead. He didn't get his justice though. The man escaped him in the forest, Salem having been thrown from his horse. He suffered minor injuries, his father's men coming up right behind him to help the infuriated and mourning prince.
Salem was coronated soon after and has thus far, in the past two years, proven to be an able king with determination unlike that of any king that Everfell has ever seen before.
hi, my name is Mercy Scar and i'm NINETEEN years old. i was awesome and read the rules, so i know that the secret phrase is REMOVED BY ADMIN. this application was made by mercy and is not to be used on other forums.
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