Kennel Number: Five
Name: Naomi Angelique
Naomi is a Hebrew girl's name pronounced ny-O-mee. Meaning delightful and pleasent, Naomi is a very poular name for women.
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Angelique is a name of French origins, translating into "Angelic" or "Angel-Like". Pronounced an-juh-leek in English and ahn-zhey-leek in French, Angelique is not as common a name but is in the top 1000 names for girls in the last 10 years.
Nicknames:Nai, Angi, Angel
Gender: Female
Species Anthromorphic fox
Birthdate:January 16th
Age:19
Height:5'9
{sixty-nine inches}
Mental Disorder:Schitzophrenia
{experiences extreme halucinations}
What do you plan to use this adoption for: WIP
Personality: WIP
Favourites:Month: January
Season: Winter, when it's coldest with lots of snow
Day of the Week: Saturday
Time of Day: Midnight, no one's awake to hear her
Holiday: New Years Eve, she's always loved the fireworks
Thing to Do:
Place To Be: Here, but also not here
Colours: An electrifying blue
Number: 13, so unlucky its lucky
Book: "13 Reasons Why", one of the only books she was given in the home
Author: Any, she doesn't really care
Movie: None, she's never seen any other than boring documentaries
Actor/Actress: Again, none
Song{s}: She enjoys making up her own
Music Artist/Band: Again, none
Precious Stone: The diamond. It'd just so perfect
Food: Anything other than the slush they serve at the home
Scent:
Flower:
Weather: Snowing, or otherwise a very clear grey sky
Memory: Her mother hugging her and saying, "My angel"
Quality in a Friend: A friend? No one is a friend
Background:I don't remember much before I came here.
I know I had a mother and a father. My mother loved me very much, but I barely saw any of my father. I don't remember the clothes he wore, or the food he ate or the smell that wafted into the room when he walked in. I never remember him holding me close and rocking me to sleep, I don't remember anything. I only remember that one frightful night.
I ws a small child, not yet walking. My mother, her name I don't recall, was rocking me in her arms, looking out at the night sky, watching the small path up to the house to my house. She was looking for my father, who had been missing since just days after I had been born. Even after the months, she would still stare out the window looking for him, just hoping he would come back. She was sitting in the old blue rocking chair, singing me a little lulaby.
"Rock a bye baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
and down will come baby, cradle and all."She stopped singing, and looked out the window once again. She sighed silently, and looked me in the eye.
"Angelique. Naomi Angelique. My angel. Your father left us, and I can never forgive him. But when I leave, promise my you'll fogive me."
At that age, I didn't see it coming.
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Lives at a mental home with other girls. Her wing markings are tatoos but she believes she can fly and that she's actually an angel.
Other:
Sorry, it's a huge WIP.