Post by Salem Yvette on Nov 12, 2013 20:16:44 GMT -6
SALEM JADE YVETTE
alias;; Ivrick
years of experience;; 6 (on and off).
playby;; Amy Lee
other characters;; Currently: Sabine Rhode Coming: Four others.
character's name;; Salem Jade Yvette
character's age;; 20
occupation;; Dance Fitness Trainer at 24/7 Fitness / Assassin
height and weight;; 5'5" 130lbs.
character's eye color;; Pale blue.
character's hair color;; Black
general personality;; Salem is a very close-minded person. She doesn't like change, and tends to adapt to it slowly. She likes routine because it makes her feel more in control of her life, plus her routine consists of things that enjoys doing.
She's always been a dancer, ever since she was a small child. She always loved to dance and made it a lifestyle to perform ballets and other dances on stage in front of fans. She's had many successful performances and that can sometimes get to her head, as she's more on the competitive side when it comes to dance.
Salem is strong-willed. She's not the type of person who bows down to others, and her opinions are backed by strong words. If you ever want to change her mind about something, you better find a way around her logic. Since she doesn't really like being wrong, she will go to any extent to prove that her point is correct.
While she's not a drama queen, drama seems to always find her. This has been consistent throughout her childhood, and it seems as if she's more or less adapted to deal with it regardless.
However, growing up in Russia means that she has a somewhat formal tongue. Though she can be quite rude when she wants to be, she has a way with words that is very formal. She pronounces her words carefully and uses words that have long since seemingly vanished from everyday vocabulary.
Salem is also loyal and compassionate. She could never turn her back on anyone, even if they've turned their back on her. She forgives quickly and easily, and is quick to be upset with herself if someone is upset with her for any reason. She's the type of person that can sometimes be mean enough to chew you up and spit you out, but want to apologize after cooling off.
fears;; Failing the Foxes, getting cancer, getting old
goals;; Hold position as lead of the Foxes for ten years, raise a child to follow in her footsteps, look younger than she is as an elder.
quirks;; Being an Assassin, Salem can't help but be addicted to the thrill of her work. While killing may not be her forte, she loves going out and testing her skills. Because of her job, one of her personal habits is taking an approach that may seem too headstrong or formal. While she always waits for someone to speak to her first, she isn't shy about information about herself - though she won't even hint at the fact that she's an assassin. She also tends to bite at the inside of her mouth and drum her fingers on everything. Another thing she tends to do is straighten up anything in her sight. It's not OCD, exactly, it's just something she does when she's bored. She also has a bad habit of making sarcastic remarks that come with a smirk.
secret;; I'm an assassin and I'm addicted to my job's thrills.
family and friends;; (Mother): Lucinda Yvette (Father):
Elmer Yvette (Grandmother): Mary Yvette (Grandfather): Oscar Yvette
history;; Salem lived a poor life in Russian for thirteen years of her life. Her family was considered "beggers", though neither she nor her parents ever begged for money from other locals. Instead, her mother made a hard living as a house maid for the rich folk and her father worked as a farmer for a small monthly pay. They barely made enough together to pay their fees and keep food on the table for a month. Clothes were usually made of rags and handed down from generations ago. Salem attended a small school in the heart of Russia where she met her former leader in the Brotherhood - acting as a middle school teacher. A middle-aged man who had always been proper and defined. He wore a suit everywhere he went and looked more like he belonged in Hollywood than in a small poor town in Russia.
For most of her life, Salem had been raised by her grandmother and grandfather, Mary and Oscar. They had once been a part of the rich culture, but lost all of their fortunes paying for the funeral of Elmer's brother, Hogan. When Salem was born, they saw her as a girl Hogan, and raised her as such, teaching her be speak properly and be very regal when she walked and spoke. They introduced her to the world of music and art, and it was from there that her passion for dance blossomed.
During her years in school, she attended dance classes. Mr. Delbar - the assassin - was not only Salem's teacher in school, but also the fiancee of her dance instructor, Mrs. Delbar. Instantly, Mr. Delbar took a liking to Salem's proper nature, and being the best dancer in her class, he knew that dancing came with a very great benefit. Lightness of foot, a skill that was praised in the Brotherhood. However, when he mentioned such things, Salem was not hesitant to agree. Her dance training sessions were cut in half, and the rest of what was suppose to be dance lessons became lessons to become an assassin.
Salem quickly learned what it was she was asked to do in the Brotherhood, and became a lethal weapon by the time she was sixteen. She had already become a middle-class member, meaning that she was a rank or two being considered a high-class member which would mean that she would be a valid candidate for promotion to leader once her leader's time came to step down from his duties and return to a normal life outside the Brotherhood.
Salem had only been sixteen a mere three months before her family decided to relocate to Havanna after the passing of Salem's grandparents during a robbery at their tiny cafe. She's lived out the remainder of her years up until this point in Havanna and climed the assassin ladder to become leader of the Foxes. She now works under Ian as a Dance Fitness Trainer at 24/7 Fitness and lives alone with her dog.
pets;; Brody - Shiba Inu - Male - 1
Salem's heart was racing, her breathing a bit on the heavy side. Her mind seemed to travel in a thousand different directions. How could it be that she felt no regret; no remorse for her actions? It felt... Right. She sighed at her thoughts before Alex opened his green eyes to look at her. She couldn't help but smile at him and touch him softly.
There was something about this man that drove her crazy on the inside, and keeping herself composed had been difficult. However, it seemed that now she'd been set free. He'd explored every inch of her body, to the point that there was nothing left to hide. Not even within herself. She adored Alex. That was easy enough to say. And she felt that even if they didn't stay together, she'd still want him around in some way. Especially after this.
That was the thing about sex. It always seemed to make Salem that much more attached to people. Would she show it? No. She wouldn't. She couldn't. If she did, well, that's when things usually started to go wrong in her last relationships. As long as she kept her emotions distant, they seemed to enjoy being around her greatly. However, as soon as she started to care, even just a little bit, there came the shadows of the people she thought she knew. They pushed away, shoved her inside the dark, and left her there without a single reason why. Of course, it pissed Salem off more than it made her sad. How could people hurt someone so much and not even think twice about it?
She squirmed, and Alex moved off of her with a huff. She looked around, her clothes were right beside the couch, surprisingly. She pushed her hair back from her face. The beauty of having hair as wavy as hers was it never looked messy. It just looked natural. She looked over at the table as he mentioned it before leaning her head on her shoulder and sighing. She sighed before grabbing her clothes and pulling them on, though she decided not to worry with her bra, and instead just put on her undershirt. She sat back down on the couch, kissing Alex's cheek as she did so before leaning back and closing her eyes for a moment.
made by KAY. Must credit if used.
