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This website is my chamber of solitude. This is for those who wish to Roleplay with me, but don't seem educated enough on my strange background and bitchy additude. If you're one of these furres; read on... "Do you think I give a damn?" 
A true thorn amoungst a bed of delicate roses; Caffiene is as painful to touch as she is to look at. Spaztastic rainbow swirls invade this cocaine-coated femmes' virtually emotionless violet oculars, coal hued eye liner applied heavily about her orbs. Dull grey locks caress her soft, pale creamy visage; a forever-blank canvas of gloom. Almost porcelain in stature, her face could belong to a misplaced Victorian doll. Her tainted bruises were hidden, but no scars remained. A tight, faintly torn obsidian dress with ruffles of alabaster lace clings to her malnourished curvature; an ebony leather belt draped half-hazardly on lithe swinging hips; silver spiked kitten bells jabbing out at random angles. A high, laced collar framed her chin and face quite nicely; making Caffiene look more femanine than she'd so desire. The robe billowed out around her as she perched precariously on an over-large velvetine cushion, emphasizing her diminutive size; and seldomly, a lone tear of congealed crimson nectar can be seen sliding ominously down her cheek. High, sheer fishnet stockings can be seen encasing slender legs, ending off in shining spiked onyx heels. Petticoat was taut out over her bottom, gracefully hidden by pointlessly legnthy stretches of the dark fabric. White, lacy garters could could be seen wrapped about such legs on the rare occasion, hidden treasures perferring to stay hidden. When she felt like stretching them out, Gargoylian wings of blackish granite towered high above her, chipped and quite broken. These wings could not lift Caffiene, for they were heavier than she, and were frankly a bother to have constantly unvield. Mad as a psych-ward escapee, this bat-like rodent has the love capicity of a broken, rotted door knob. Name - Caffiene Sex - Female Species - Vampire/Gargoyle Sexual Orientation - Bisexual Marital - Status Single But Not Looking Profession - Owner of Caffiene's Mansion Age - Unknown Play Type - I Roleplay Height - 5'4 Personality - Crude, anti-social, hateful, cynical, depressed, sarcastic and bitchy Weight - 71lbs. Build - Lean *¨) ¤ .·´ .·*¨) .·*·. * (¸.·´¸.·*¸ ¤ .·´ .·´¤ ¸·* (¸.·* (¸.·*´¨`·. 
Will Not Tolerate: Being touched, Netspeak, Arrogant Sons-of-Bitches and shitty Roleplaying. Owns: Halloween's Forever, Athiesm, Clicker, Coulton, Felicia Bluemouse, Quoy, Laura Belle and Whittier. Piercings: Both ears, six on each side. Both nipples. Tongue. Bridge, twice. Strange Abnormalities: Her left eye is blind, her tongue is forked and orange, and she is part Gargoyle. Wishlist: Port Space and Batwings. Current Thoughts: "I do not, I repeat do NOT own a Caffeinism. It's Owner is xX SiLeNcE Xx." Current Thoughts: "Yes, I will draw pictures of furres. But only furres that I like. Which probably is not you." Current Thoughts: "I am not a Slaver. I merely have living toys and such; which are chosen as carefully as the Arch Devils of Satan." Current Thoughts: "I write people descriptions. If you ask me real nice, I just may write one for you. But this is very unlikely." Whisper Friendly Status: No dice. Current Song-Stuck-in-Head: Gothem Road - Zombie Girl (Check them out! www.freewebs.com/gothemroad) Caffiene Quote: "Your pain and suffering . . . They are my sunshine." Other Notes: Caffiene is a sombre, unfeeling type. She will NEVER love anyone, so stop trying to make her your own. Do not call her anything other than Caffiene; she hates it. (Oh, the above picture is drawn by GlitterWing. She's amazing, isn't she?) *¨) ¤ .·´ .·*¨) .·*·. * (¸.·´¸.·*¸ ¤ .·´ .·´¤ ¸·* (¸.·* (¸.·*´¨`·. Website is Copyright 2005 Caffiene |