Naheed's Profile 
Name: Naheed BJD: CP Lishe Elf Vamp modified NS Eyes 17mm urethane Y! J, Mohair Wig size SD made by Ingrid (TM)
Age: 30 years death if not more biiien aged ^__^; / Arrival May 3, 2006
Height: 1m72 Weight: sculptural
Character: Naheed has everything the perfect seductress, cultured, very humorous, thoughtful, subtle, even-tempered
Likes: powerful men and help them gain more power, Marcus, the hugs = P, that Ozan it considers both as a son than a lover, know and interfere in the homes in quietude
Dislikes: ruin a toilet unless he is redeemed in a row, not being wanted .. . but it has never come from him XD
History: (written by cycy ^ ^ thank you!)
My name is Naheed and, somehow, we can say that I was born the day I die. I have few memories of my mortal life, and more time goes by centuries, those few more memories out of breath. The immortality of the past rarely encumbered. In fact, she rarely encumbered by much.
far as I can remember, so I was born in 495 BC, within the nomadic Mede, a few miles from Persepolis. History has always had trouble distinguishing my people from the Persians. The Greeks, always quick to sometimes simplistic analysis of the world have often confused these two nations. Yet my people have been a great people. At the time of our glory, we occupied a territory that covered the entire north-west of modern Iran, south of the Sea Capsian. Our empire, formed early in the seventh century BC, had survived the centuries and had not died in 550. So I came to this place slightly after this precious history in a much more difficult. While enjoying the same rights as the Persians, we were no longer the empire of Darius and supervision, following in the footsteps of Cyrus II, had made the nation one of the most powerful.
Today we would say modestly that my family was very modest. This is a sweet metaphor to describe the state of extreme poverty in which I advanced up to the age of five. If I do not remember precisely my life at that time, I remember, however, the sunshine was reflected in a dry landscape and constantly thirsty. I remember the sweet smell of dates and precious velvet flowers of spring. I was lulled of innocence, freedom of worship and primitive. I followed the priests often at Nush-i Jan, who was the seat of the fire temple. I watched the altar on which stood a permanent ceasefire, the priests strove keep intact through ritual complex and constantly renewed. With hindsight, it seems to me that I had to skip follow these strange creatures persuaded to maintain a privileged relationship with the occult. I had to settle for playing with other girls of the village. But here, I was not quite like any other. Nature had ironically has a hair and skin as white as marble palaces. This incongruity, if it was my beauty, cost me my humanity. The Magi saw in me some kind of sign, translation permanent spiritual occult forces. They I bought back to my parents and m'élevèrent within them. Although the analysis is probably a little late, I've never wanted my parents. Life was so hard for people to judge their condition as the yardstick of any modern corporation would offend them. If I could bring a little sweetness to their lives physical pain, so I thank destiny, even now.
