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Species:
Corax
Breed:
Homid
Tribe:
Chasers
Player Impressions:
"On my way to fuck ur life up. Maybe eat some chicken strips. Probably find a piece of yarn. The day is mine and the world my nest." – Jennie
Salem was raised by two wiccan mothers in, as one might have guessed, Salem Massachusetts. He did well in school, had a large group of friends, but never felt like he fit in anywhere. Undiagnosed neurodivergence made sticking to any course of study or career path very difficult for him, and he began to adopt the attitude of “I’m going to reject the world before it can reject me”. Being an objectively beautiful and charming man made his own inner turmoil even worse (I have every reason to succeed, so why am I such a fuck up?!), so he gravitated towards Boston and indulged in seedier and more dangerous pursuits, not quite caring if he lived or died. This is how he fell in with a group of Corax Chasers, and for the first time he felt like he belonged with this group of misfits. When they “outed” their nature to him he wasn’t all that surprised, having been raised with the occult and half believing it all to be true anyway. Once a Corax Chaser himself, he was crushed to learn that Chaser murders don’t stay together that long, and once again he was on his own, feeling even more like a deviant than ever.
There's also the whole faking his own death thing because he learned something he shouldn't have, but that's not at all important.
Cast-Iron Stomach:
When all you’ve got available are trash scraps, you can be picky and starve or have a cast iron stomach and live. Being a Corax does help with the ick factor, though.
Concentration:
The neurodivergent flipside of being absent minded is that when a topic interests him, he can hyperfocus on it for hours.
Confidence:
He’s faked it until he’s made it so many times that now he’s starting to believe it himself.
Drug Tolerance:
The benefit of his intemperance (and not dying from it) is that he’s built up a drug tolerance.
Self-Promoter:
Hand in hand with his almost delusional level of self confidence is his comfort with bullshitting to his own benefit, building up his own image as high as he can believably get it.
Officially Dead:
As noted in his backstory “secret”, learning what he ought not to have learned compelled him to fake his own demise and get the hell out of Boston. The name “Salem Treasurebane” is not his birthname, shocking though that might seem.
Insubordinate:
Some people call it pathological demand avoidance, and some people might call him insubordinate. Either way, he has a tendency to not respect hierarchy as much as he ought to which, at least up until now, hasn’t gotten him killed.
Intemperate:
If anything is worth doing, it’s worth doing to excess. That’s his life’s motto right there.
Whimsy:
Along with the neurodivergence comes anxiety and sometimes… odd reactions to intense situations. At a funeral he might stifle the urge to laugh, or in the face of a foe threatening him he might compulsively start singing the angry frog song. He hates this about himself, by the way.
Absent-Minded:
Wait, he was supposed to do the thing? Was he supposed to be at the place? Oh shit, he flaked again. Fuck.
Compulsive Speech:
See when Salem gets nervous or excited he can’t really stop his mouth from just motoring on and on and on, like he’s afraid if a moment of silence falls after the noise he’s making then BAD THINGS will happen and he just CANNOT let that occur so of course he’s going to chatter about anything and everything, like did you know that lobsters only grow bigger as they age and there’s not real upper limit on how big they get save for food availability? Like I know, right?! One of the perks of living in Boston is getting the pinchy pinchy lowdown… oh, oops.
