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naomi michelle belikova






you may also know me as
the little mermaid

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save me from walking off a windowsill
or i'll sleep in the rain

full name;"I am Naomi Michelle Belikova"
nickname;"No one has ever given me one, to be hoenst. But if they did I would be fine with it."
age;"I am twenty"
birthday;"June 26th. I wish it was later in the year. It's far too hot."
gender;"I'm a female, obviously."
orientation;"I'm straight"
marital status;"I'm in a relationship, actually. But it's a tad bit complicated. To me anyway, to everyone else it's as simple as breathing."
grade;"I am a sophomore in college"
occupation;"I don't have a job, thank goodness"
transportation;My dad gave me aAlfa Romeo 8C when I went to college. I have to admit, it's completely over the top and insane but I love it to bits. I mean, I realize that it's another image thing but I don't care here. It's my baby."

do you remember when i was a bird
and you were a map

height;here
weight;here
hair;here
eyes;here
body type;here
tattoos;here
piercings;here
face claim;here

he took the days for pageant
became as mad as rabbits

general personality;

must be approximately 500 words.

with bushels of bad habits
who could ask for more?

goals;

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habits;

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fears;

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secrets;

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likes;

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dislikes;

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the poor son of a humble chimney sweep

fell to a cheap crowd

hometown;here
father;here
mother;here
siblings;here
other relatives;here
pets;here
other;here

there ain't no sunshine in his song
we must reinvent love

history;

"I suppose you could say I came at a bad time. My sisters love to tell me this and at times, I can see it in my father's eyes. I didn't chose to come around when I did. I did not chose to be born into this family at all. In fact, if I could have chosen a family it would be anyone but these people. Ok, that is a lie. There are people in worse situations out there, I am awful at remembering that. I suppose I should explain myself and stop being melodramatic in generally whiny.

"My father was thirty five when I came along and my mother was thirty three. They already were ripping apart at the seams. You see, my father is into politics. At the time, he was the in the House of Representatives of New York and had the desire to move up a step and run for Senate. Everything is about appearance running for everything that major. Trust me, I know. Most people don't research who they are voting for good enough to really know about them. That would take up much time, the way everything is smoke in mirrors when it comes to politics. So, if something negative should happen that was major it could sway the vote.

"The odd thing about my parents, I heard, was that my mother was actually a Democrat while my father was a Republican politician. How did that happen, I have no idea. They kept each other in check and worked as a team. Well, they worked as a team behind the scenes. As far as others knew, my mom was also a conservative and that, as I can imagine, but a lot of pressure and just general annoyance on her. In the beginning of the election was when my mother found out she was pregnant and I guess the pressure was too much for her. I wouldn't know. She left us a week after I was born and to top it off my father lost the election.

"AI could talk about what others have told me, about how a year later my grandmother moved in and two years later my dad won his election for the Senate but I have learned that you can never trust what you hear about others. Most of the time, people throw their opinions when they tell stories about others which alters the event itself. I like staying away from that kind of talk. Five years later, I had my first actual memory and it was a grand one. I was three and visiting my Aunt May in Ohio. She is the biggest pack rat you will ever meet with a Micky Mouse obsession. She loves everything with Micky from tacky sweatshirts to small knickknacks and figurines. She is one of the nicest people I know to this day, honestly caring about people and always there to listen to anyone. She is one of those people that just makes you believe in the human race again, after seeing wars, hate crimes, lies, and general rudeness. I realized this from the beginning. Being generally nosy and having no real concept of privacy like any small child, I opened up a small Micky container that at first I thought was empty until I looked closer and noticed there was actually a lone dollar bill staring back up at me. With a shout of glee I ran to her, asking her if I could have it. Of course, she agreed. It wasn't so much that it was money, I didn't need money. It was just the fact that she let me have something she most have found special, I figured then. Why else would it be hidden away?

"The older I became, the more things I began to remember. Like the way I never fit in with my sisters. They were all quite a bit older than me, I was not exactly planned after all. I never understood why though. Why was I different and more importantly, why they did not enjoy my company at all and had no problem telling me to go away. It was ok though. I learned to play with myself. I would even play board games against my self, right hand vs left hand. How exciting! I know, I was the queen of excitement. I would ramble about how kindergarten I finally meet people who understood me and I meet a true, lovely friend but that never happened. I was home schooled. I would have turned out a lot differently if I had not been home schooled. Dad was always overprotective of us and wanted us to be just like him. He didn't want us to turn out like mom, leaving him, so he tried to dwindle our social encounters with undesirable. Of course, he never actually said this but it is painfully obvious to me. He claimed he wanted us to have the best education possible and my sisters believe every word to this day.

"Around my ninth birthday, I began to become extremely lonely and attempted to take comfort in my sisters. Obviously, that didn't work out. It took me two years to figure out they did not like me one bit. I would follow them around, dress like them, talk like them, and basically have absolutely no expressed original thoughts because they didn't want me to be myself. They didn't like me. But maybe they would like the new me. I thought they did although in reality, they found me obnoxious. I found this one day when they were talking about going shopping and I got over excited, asking if I could go over and over again in a shrill, loud voice. Suddenly, my sister snapped at me and told me that it was my fault that mom was gone. It was my fault they were not allowed to see boys. It was my fault they didn't date like girls on TV. It was my fault dad was sad.

"I remember this moment as though it was yesterday. I was eleven at the time and I thinned my lips together, marched out of the room, and locked myself in there for a full twenty six hours except to use the bathroom. I did not eat. I did not talk. I thought about things then and, being the complete idiot I was, simply tried hard. I am sure it was painful to look at. Grandma put special interest in me although Dad was always a bit absent. He was constantly busy with work. He buried himself in it, I'm surprised he did not suffocate with how much thought he put into it. It was as though that was the only thing that he cared about. That's what I thought then, anyway, but now I realized it was to occupy his thoughts and it was his way of dealing with things.

"I kept trying to fit in with my sisters and was so accustomed to failure it did not phase me any longer. My grandmother always favored me, she really kept my spirits high when I was down by giving me the extra scoop of ice cream or taking time to talk to me. My sisters never paid much attention to her but I found he history fascinating. She was from Ireland and moved here as a child. One summer, I was allowed a break from home life by my grandmother's request to my father. I was fifteen then, and Grandma told me I was going to stay with my aunt. All of us were invited but, as Grandma figured, I was the only one who took up her offer. Being there was like an entire different world for me. She was a lot different than my father, much more of a free thinker and just a lovely, caring person. I came there a bit cold hearted and my confidence was at a dangerously low level. She basically let me have a life. She was never around to take care of me and happily let me fend for myself.

"There was a boy two years older than me next door who I meet a week after moving in. He was a simple guy in a black tee shirt, skinny jeans, and unkept looking yet amazing hair and a cigarette in his left hand, basically everything I was told to steer clear from, and I wanted to get to know him more. Me, with absolutely no social skills what so ever, walked up to him, offered my hand to shake and said in a shaky voice, "Hello. I am Naomi Belikova" A wild smirk came across his face and he left my hand untouched and informed me his name was Bob Anderson then invited me inside, well, actually he grabbed my hand and eased me in, where we talked and I received my first kiss. I know, I know, it sounds like he was using me and you know what, he probably was on that first day. What would any guy do when a pretty, clueless girl walks up to their doorstep?

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i'm the narrator
and this is just the prologue

your name;Loren!
age;fifteen
gender;female
where you're from;Illinois, US.
other characters;gaston... i still haven't picked a name for him.
how can we reach you;if you think you should know than you do. or you can just pm me to get my msn. yay.
custom title;someone else's dream

i hope it was alright. i based it off of the wikipedia article I found yet I couldn't help to think her history was a bit over the top in places.