Naud, Salem

[Salem Naud]

I N T R O D U C I N G

Salem Naud
All The Daggers, That Have Rusted In My Back, I Drive Into Yours

The Basic's to You:

Name: Salem Naud
Nicknames: Naud or Sal
Age: 16 Years Old
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Student
Major: {Theatre and Literature}

The Basic Appearance:

Celebrity Claim: Kate Bosworth

hair color: Blonde
eye color: Blue
height: 5'5"
weight: 120lbs

Fashion sense: {one strong paragraphs}

To put it frankly, Salem wears pretty boyish clothes. She had never been into fashion, not one bit. What little she dwindled in made her cringe and look away. Salem wears allot of baggy t-shirts and jeans. If someone were to raid her closet, you’d find thousands of band shirts and jeans hanging up. Raid her drawers and you’d find the nice clothing in disarray littered with undies and bras on top. In many senses she is a punk, but more like the 1980s then the modern sort though. Torn up jeans with studded belts, a shirt sporting her favorite band, and a pair of converse is all she needs. Though, from the neck up, she may not appear to be the sort of girl who would be in to that sort of clothing, she is.

The nearest thing that could be passable on the level of nice, are her pinstriped dress pants and a few stripped form fitting sweaters. Those are only worn when the occasional calls for it. More like when her parents tell her to or fear the wrath of no spending money for a long time.

The History Within your Eyes

Family:

• Father: Kris Naud::43::Farm Hand
  
• Mother: Jessica Hanson-Naud::42::Bartender
  
• Siblings: Nicolas “Nikki” Naud::17::Student, Jezzarae “Jezz” Naud::17::Student, Storm Naud::15::Student
  
• Pets:

Blue Heeler ~Buddy~, Black German Sheperd ~Booge~, Holstein Cow~ Pepper~

Likes: at least 5
{*} Oddities In Life
{*} Farm Life
{*} ’Different’ Music; Such As Gorgoroth, Dimmu Borgir, Enslaved
{*} Football And Soccer
{*} Theatre
{*} History
{*} Oriental and Latin Foods
Dislikes:
{*} People In General: Mostly Just The Loud And Obnoxious Ones
{*} Nice, Fancy Cars
{*} Crying, Fitful People
{*} Children
{*} Losing Items
{*} Being Critiqued By Peers
{*} Pretty Much Everything This World Is Built On
Strengths:
+ Independent
+ Acting
+ Little Historian
+ Supportive Family
+ Will Get Muddy, Poopy, and Greasy
Weaknesses:
- Sometimes Not Open Enough
- Judgmental; Even If She Tries Not To Be
- Pretty Stuck In Her Ways
- Will Start A Fight With Out Thinking About It
- Somewhat Of An Anarchy, Anti-Religious B*tch Truth Be Told
Habits:
^ Loud Mouthed
^ Spacing Out
^ Day Dreaming
^ Over Thinking Things
^ Forgetting Where Things Are
Flaws:
~ Temperamental
~ Broad Amount Of Curse Words
~ Tends To Be Oblivious With Flirtation
~ Tom Boy; A Gift And Curse
~ …Did I Mention Loud Mouth? Though Salem Is Very Quiet Until Spoken To. Once You Get Her Going, Sometimes She Can't Stop.

Background: (Four strong paragraphs)
Well, see Salem’s parents liked to tell her she was really born in the barn, since, well, she liked being in it so much. But she stopped believing that when she was ten and she saw her birth certificate. No barn, just ’Born October 26 1992 at Richland Center Hospital in Wisconsin to a Kris Naud and Jessica Hanson-Naud.’ That’s how she found out that she really wasn’t born in the barn loft. Of course that didn’t keep her two older sibling twins, Nicolas and Jezzarae from teasing up till freshmen year. Her older fraternal twin siblings are the sort that like to pick, but when it comes down to it, they’ll kick some rear to protect their younger brother and sister. Then there is storm, the ever unlovable, pain in the hinny Storm. Got to love the evil glares and smirks whenever she does something stupid.

Salem was a daddy’s girl for sure. Not in the sense that she wanted his money or his affection, it was that she wanted to follow him around like a shadow and do as he did. While he was in the barn milking cows, she was pouncing around cleaning off teats. When daddy was shoveling cow manure out of pens, Salem was right there plugging her nose and pushing the wheel barrow. That’s never changed even now. She never was her mother’s biggest fan, but there were three other kids to choose from.

In elementary school, Salem was pretty rough and tough. Playing football with the boys and chasing the girly girls around with a worm in her hand. Life was good then. Even when she got in a spat with another kid, Salem didn’t care, because she had the best Drama teacher ever. Mrs. Bellstrum took Salem in under her wing right from the start. The old woman saw beneath the crude and mean exterior and saw the spark of talent that was waiting to be shaped. All through out elementary school Mrs. Bellstrum was there to tutor her in her other subjects, while directing her through different theatre subjects. She introduced Salem to a near by play house where from that moment she went to every single day after school, of course after chores.

Outside of school, Salem was also learning from her parents. She grew to know her mom a but more, learning that Jessica had been a hippie in her time, which explained the oddball names she picked out for her children. Jessica influenced allot of Salem’s beliefs about the world. That the government is all corrupt, that if people were free and just why did they need old men making decisions for them? Why did the rich old politicians make financial decisions for the poor when they didn’t even know what would help them? What was the big deal about religion? There were good people that didn’t believe in one. But all together, Salem stayed primarily a daddy’s girl.

Upon entering high school, Salem found that football was too rough for her, the boys had all gotten bigger and more muscular, while she stayed the skinny girl she was. She was exposed to allot through Mrs. Bellstrum, and freshmen year the woman passed away of old age. Salem was crushed, but managed to keep the old woman’s memory alive through the stage.

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