Salem Augner

[Salem Augner]

SALEM AUGNER

→Full Name: Salem Edgar Augner

→Nicknames: (Formerly) Pascal, (Formerly) William, Sal

→Nation: Australia

→Gender: Male

→Age: 17

→Applicable Age: 19

→Physical Description:

Salem is around maxing out for his age, only about 5' 7" and a little undersized compared to others of his age. It runs normal for his current family however, and he was lucky to get through most of his growth when his family still had steady food and nutrition. His hair is darker, an almost confused shade between blond and brunet. It's rather shaggy and lately, it's gotten to the point he can comb it back and it's own weight will keep it that way. Most of the time, he has a stubborn cow lick or two that stick up out front as a part of his bands, making him appear childishly younger. With hazel eyes, he looks like another normal child trying to get by.

One thing that stands stubbornly out is that Salem's nose was broken - almost three years ago and still looks quite mangled. Occurring early as they began to lose financial security, his Mother tried to nurse it herself and it never set again properly. She's tried to gradually move it back into normal place with bandages and the alike, but he's sort of taken it with face value and is living with it. He still keeps the bandages across his nose to humor is mother, but it does nothing to make him seem mature.

"Marry an outdoors woman. Then if you throw her out into the yard on a cold night, she can still survive. "

→Personality:

Salem is very reserved, to the point he looks awkward and out of place in most social settings. His mother is golden for keeping him around the house as a farm boy, so he's used to being messy and dirty and is the first person to suggest climbing the old neighbor's tree. Not the brightest of the bunch, board games other 'intellectual' games aren't that amusing to him and he finds more worth in locating a large stick then being bought a new toy. A bit older than that these days, he often offers up for the messiest or most outdoors jobs, not suited for being indoors all that much.

Thanks to his sister and mother he cares mostly for, Salem is sort of protective and often tries to be the man around when he can and isn't afraid to go out on a limb if it'll show his place and one up on you. He's good with handy work and can repair fences and stables without much hassle if you'll put food in his stomach.

A little bit more serious than the average person of his age, he gets easily annoyed by goof offs and stupidity - he just wants to get stuff done to help out, and that's his only intentions for at the moment. In general sort of awkward and unable to communicate well with others, Salem sort of does his own thing and doesn't mind being left to his own devices.

→Likes:

○ Soda - the lesser popular thing, he loved it when his father would pay to share a soda with him and sort of really misses it. He tries to treat his sister once and while with some, but it's rare for either of them.
○ Horses - he was never a good rider, but he enjoys taking care of them and adored them when he was younger and still lived on the family farm.
○ Warm without Humid - he loves heat and can live pretty comfortably in it. He's not a cold type of person.
○ Lilacs - he loves when his Mom can actually plant them, and she used to always keep them in the house.
○ Hard Labor - he's good with his hands and isn't all too well at accounting and the like.
○ Boxing - something he used to imitate based on what the papers would read about the matches, a tree trunk was always a good opponent. James J. Braddock is one of his favorites to hear about.

→Dislikes:

○ Puzzles - Salem isn't very learnt, so things like puzzles and brain teasers sort of fluster him to no end and he doesn't understand why his Mother enjoys them.
○ Cobwebs - one of the only outdoorsy things he hates, he walked into one once on accident and has been terrified since. He cleans all spiders out before they appear.
○ Colds - he dislikes being sick in general and feels like an unproductive waste when ill.
○ Cats - He doesn't get along with them, and they don't get along with him.
○ Orange Juice - it was sort of a silent cheer to him the day his mother admitted they could no longer afford the orange juice to put on the table with breakfast.

→Fears:

○ Not having his home - having moved shortly before, he already doesn't feel comfortable in their city home. He can't stand the thought of not having somewhere to go home to and makes an effort to avoid the Hoovervilles and related shack towns when he can.
○ Breaking his nose again - while he's done it before, in the time after he's had many people say he's lucky and that he doesn't have troubles breathing - he's sort of terrified if he breaks it again, it'll be rather serious, so it's half the reason why he keeps the bandage on.

→Aspirations:

○ Become a stable hand - He really enjoyed when they lived on the farm, and wishes he could go back to working with the horses and the cattle. Living in the city he's limited, and most farmers can't afford to pay him, so he's stuck doing other things.
○ Get Christy to school - Secretly a tad envious of anyone that went to school and didn't only have sticks to play with, he had really been hoping at least his sister could go. Now a days, it's sort of diminished as no one can afford that.

→Lesser Known Facts:

○ Left Handed - Salem is left handed, and is a reoccurring trait in his past lives. However, common for the time period, his Mother has taught him to become right handed. He has poor writing skills due to this, but he does a lot of other tasks more dominately with his left.
○ Geography - Unlike most men, Salem is actually really good with directions and can tell you almost how to get anymore. He's sort of like the perfect boy scout with a compass lodged in his head.
○ Hates the Dark - He used to be fine and alright, but since troubles hit and the electricity was hit and miss, he hates being left in the dark. It bothers him to no end, being unable to see what's around when nothing seems stable anymore.
○ Hates WWI - Though he has yet to come to to his memories, being Australia he doesn't have fond thoughts for WWI, even more so that he's living currently in the aftermath. Gallipoli and other things they did for England, he just sort of resents it.

"Confidence is contagious. So is lack of confidence. "

→Current Family:

Hilda Augner (mother, immigrated when fairly young), Edgar Augner (father, dwindling blacksmith), Christy Augner (younger sister)

→Past Family:

If interested, PM me. <3 He needs some former relations.

→Current History:

Salem never had the opportunity to go to school, staying at home to help his mother while his Dad worked almost constantly to support them beyond what they made on the farm. Largely raised to be well mannered and the perfect church boy, he broke away from that as he spent more time trying to help his Father and messing around in the fields. Three years before the Great Depression hit and the market crashed, they sold the farm and moved into town in wake of the better income Edgar could make. His younger sister was born there, and while his mother worked as a house maid and house wife, Salem had a larger role in helping take care of her. He personally started to try and help out with small tasks at local stores, but not many were keen to take him on or give him a job better suited for a woman.

Now a days, at least appearing old enough for larger work jobs, he's often found lying through his teeth about his age, claiming to be a few years older so he can work on the docks and help bring in a second income. He isn't fond of all the lying and the act he has to play, but when his Mother isn't around to scold him, he lets it fly. Usually, he says he broke his nose while working at intense jobs, but that's far from the truth. Wanting to stay traditional, his Mother refuses still to take up a job beyond being a Nanny, leaving the two boys for work. Currently his occupations are hit and miss, down time being spent trying to keep his sister and Mother in check in happy while peddling out some change. Edgar now leaves town to travel to work and only appears home for weekends and In a rush of genius and hoping to help out, Salem is trying to get a ticket out of town to live on a farm where help hands are needed to replace the working men, but it has been a rather unproductive search.

→Past History:

Originally found and established in 1606, Australia spent much time in English hands until unified and leaving control in 1901. In Salem's sense however, he has been caught in cycle for 327 years. In in the first string of his lives he had died young and only six times has he lived long enough to regain all of his memories and knowledge - partly due to health standards in the early years, others because he has kept his strong affiliation with being an outdoors man in most of his bodies. Either way it has left a considerable amount of time where he was unable to explore what he possibly was due to unknowing, leaving Salem to be very much confused and lost with the whole idea. The largest gap lies with his early years and first cycles - the more recent in the 19th century and up being his longest lived lives.

The majority of his reincarnations lived in the United Kingdom until immigration to the United States sometime in the early 1890's, but like most others, he's had scattered relocation as to where he shows back up. In 1778 he attempted to join the battle in America and then the other revolting states, but failed enlistment with his impoverished state and lack of formal training. One of his fondest memories lies around his family he kept in the early 1800's, the first in which he actually had children and a wife, and it stings him slightly to ever think of having another and replacing them - largely conflicted with the past and the present. The few chances he has had to start a family, he's turned them down - the main part of his original relationship was that they met before he had turned 19.

His last two cycles lived to see memories, so there's a bit of hope that he'll live long enough to see them again as everything is advancing forward. Salem's most recent avoided enlistment in WWI only because of his age and declining health, dying in 1916. Only once has he met another member of his same fate (PM me - former relations), but isn't quite sure what to make of it or whether they were just joshing with him. Thankfully when remembering, he's at least aware he'll be reborn, but the idea scares him and in order to make the most separation, he holds to keep his names and lifestyles as far apart as possible having much room to grow and differ at only age 19. He's clueless yet though that he holds representation of a country.

"Success demands singleness of purpose."

→Roleplay Sample:

One of these days he was to show Hero what it felt like to be awoken with the sun every morning. Whether it be with the placement of an alarm clock that went off every five minutes while he was gone so his feline companion didn't receive sleep or something else was still up for debate, but he was going to do it. Rolling over and pressing his face into his Batman pillow, he swatted blindly for the edge of the bed where the large cat always perched, never missing a morning to harass his owner.

Alfred was feeling smart that after one too many genital-treads he slept on his stomach so his sharp claws only dug into his pock marked back as he somehow found reasoning to move to the other side. Groaning dramatically, Hero only continued to purr as the blond thrashed beneath the thin covers. He only stopped moving long enough to come up for air, his face already beet red from the oxygen deprivation. Rolling back over, the tom cat crossed across him again, this time hitting where intended with all four paws.

“Herrrroooo,” the boy whined, sitting up in order to scoop him up around the tummy, drawing him close and to his bare chest. “You’re horrible,” he joked, not possibly meaning that about a creature that constantly used him as a punching bag whenever hungry. Alfed had never had the heart to declaw him but always thought at least in payment he shouldn’t be left with sore privates, I mean, c’mon.

Releasing him, the American threw his legs over the side of the bed and stretched, untangling his web of cotton sheets and discarded clothing that never quite made it to the hamper. He fixed his dog tag as he walked, doubling checking before each step that he wasn’t pulling fur out of his tail again as he kepy crossing so closely in-between his legs. Squinting against the light in the kitchen, he had only not put his glasses on for the purposely of easily rolling back into bed. A simple bachelor living in his own pad, he simply tipped the cat bag over and let the contents spray across the floor before throwing it back into the cupboard.

Hero meowed happily at him, but he was already out and dead to the world.

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→Name/Nickname:

Whelpzie, Zie, Pie or Dante. <3 I go by a lot of things, so whatever you want to call me.

→Contact Information:

Skype, MSN, or PM. I'm also on a lot of other sites, so you may see me around just poking on Proboards.

→Time Zone:

CST - go Wisconsin, USA. Being Summer, I'm usually on almost all day light hours on weekdays.

→ Years of Roleplaying Experience:

Like, seven. Neopets fo sho. Australia however, this is my second time.

→Did you Read the Rules?:

England has fatal cooking (oh noes).

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[Etta]

Pfft, I love your app, Zie-chan, there's just a few things you need to fix:

It's really good, Zie-chan, you just need to elaborate a bit more, mkay?

[Etta]

Ah, much better, Zie-chan~. Good job! You're accepted!