† Salem Trials †

This is the family sigil of the Trials and the Atearas. This sigil marks each member, combining two families as one.

Theme Songs:
My Oh My
Too Sweet For Me
Gangsta

Theme Songs for Sigyn and Salem:
I'll Be Damned
Lost In You
Give Me Love

Details
• Full Name: Salem Witch Trials
• Son of Charlie and Miranda
• Hybrid Blood: Wolf, Vampire, Witch
• Human Height: 6'4
• Wolf Height: 8'2
• Tattoos and scars along his body, fire burned scar on his left arm

Relationship
• Mate to Sigyn Dormer
• Brother to Judis and Hecate
• Bestfriend/Brother in law to Dracarys
• Brother in law to Drogo Dormer
• Father to Ilya (more not listed in WD I'm sure)
• Uncle to Acanlyte

Biography
Salem was the first born prince of Hybrid Hallows. He was the beginning of his father's legacy, his siblings following quickly behind. As a first born male, he had expectations to uphold being next in line and all. He was a dashing young male, charming and easy going. A Hybrid in his prime.

His siblings and himself often got up to no good, spending their days chasing eachother through human lands outside of their grounds. And it was one day when they were returning home from those outings that they spotted their house set ablaze, the towns people screaming that their parents were inside.

Salem and Judis rushed to save them, Hecate held back as she screamed and thrashed. But the boys were just hybrids, they couldn't fight fire with teeth and claws. They could hear their mother's screams, their dad's wailing. Salem obtained a burned mark across his left arm from trying to break through the fallen debris before Judis pulled him back. "You can't save them!" It was painful. Every time Salem had tried to get through the fire, it grew like.. like magic was beckoning it to protect itself. He tried.. Salem tried to save them until the wailing stopped, the screaming a whisper of breath, the fire now turning their parents to nothing.

The siblings were broken for a long time after that. Salem had kept the Hallows the exact same as their parents had left it. As his father had left it. He wanted nothing changed from their parents touch, even as time passed them by and the world around them carried on and evolved. Anyone who visited the grounds would see it as a place stuck in medieval times. Maybe it was a grieving thing, people thought as they watched the young boy turn into an aggressively moody male. Salem kept his pain inside and focused on the only family he had left.

To burn this newly found rage, Salem often spent his nights as the ring leader for the fighting pit or fighting in them himself. After many accidental kills, hybrids stopped volunteering themselves as his rag doll, so ring leader it was.

But this one night was different, Hybrids were showing off for the new visitors coming for partying and Salem couldn't help but join them. He was charming, smooth talking to anyone who wanted his attention. At least until he started feeling something in the crowd, something.. in his chest. He started ignoring the girls surrounding him and pushed past them to search for whatever was causing this. He ignored anyone calling his name or grabbing his arm. A flash of white hair slipped past a few hybrids and his heart beat picked up. Salem started to walk faster, pushing more. When suddenly his friend Aiden had pulled his shoulder, making him turn around. "Dude, what's going on?" Aiden said, Salem slapping his hand away. "Nothing, leave it." Salem furrowed his brows, going to turn to search again but his body bumped into someone hard. As his build was much bulkier and towering over the girl, he instantly grabbed her to stop her from falling from the slam.

The white hair.. the feeling.. she was it. He knew it as his eyes met her beautiful ones. For the first time in Salem's life, he was silent in front of a woman.

His gaze held surprise and wonder, why was he feeling an attachment to her if he had never met her before? But the feelings in him had changed. Suddenly, Salem felt like every male was standing a bit too close for his liking. He wanted to protect her, fight for her, be there for her in any way she wanted possible. Was this imprinting? Was this maybe something else?

"Sorry." He managed to speak up, though his voice was darker, deeper than normal. He slowly started to release his hold on her once he knew she was stable again. A slow smirk started to form on his lips, "Guess I owe you a drink for falling over you."

After this meeting between the two, you couldn't catch them apart. Salem felt his whole world change with Sigyn in his life. His home changed too. The Hybrid Hallows went from traumatized land stuck in time, to an ever evolving sanctuary where anyone could come, visit, party, have a home, anything- even humans.

Instead of walking through an infinite loop in time inside the Hallows, Salem started to build a life fit for a family, their family. Sigyn became his very reason for breathing.

To solidify their union, Salem and Sigyn participated in a bonding ceremony where one marks the other, though Salem may have gotten ahead of himself in that department. Their vows are spoken created by them, and soon the mating bond snaps into place for each of the pair. This bond allows you to feel your mate down a tether, feel their presence, talk with them privately, place images into their mind only you can show them, feel their emotions and they can choose wether to allow you inside of their head or not at any given time.

These two are blessed soulmates, and no words can describe the love this male has for his mate. But know this, he would gladly destroy the world for her if she was lost to him, he would rip apart every being to find her or avenge her. Salem would run through Trials in Hell to make her happy, so long as she was just that- happy. He would do anything for her.

Salem's Vow to Sigyn on Bonding Day:
I, Salem Witch Trials, vow to forever protect, love, and cherish you through sickness and health. Through easy and hard times. I vow to place you first, always, to have my mind and heart marked as yours. You will know peace and happiness, your life will be fruitful and loving. Any harm done to you, is done to me. And I will burn the world for you, so if you ask. My whole being is yours, and I vow to forever be nothing less for you, little wolf. I loved you since the moon showed you to me, and I will love you when she takes me away.

What will come to show later is that Salem had vowed away her pain. When someone would eventually attack her, no wounds would show upon her body but instead onto his own. A scratch fated to be hers, would show on him instead. He took the pain she would ever undure, to ensure her life truly was peaceful.


Interviewer: "Let's get started. What's your name?"

Salem: ".. Salem Trials." Clearly already aggravated by this.

Interviewer: "And your middle name?"

Salem: -sighs- "..Witch."

Interviewer: "Wait.. Salem Witch Trials? Your parents named you after a horrific day in history?"

Salem: "Do you want me to answer that stupid question or would you rather we move on before I bite your head off?"