Owner and Proprietor of the chat room "RED DOOR". Any issues with the residence please bring to My attention and I will deal with it. Members of the Red Door wear the Red Door Tags (~ɌĐ~) and are under My protection. No Drama is allowed in the Red Door and any abuse or cruelty of the patrons of My home will be delt with swiftly. Any interest in joining the home may be brought to Me or My hosts.
I am the killer of souls, the deceiver of love & happiness... My blade drips of the heart blood of those that I have cursed with my life... My heart is cold and dead, the darkness has called for Me and forever there I shall live, embracing its pain.. My name has changed because My life has changed.. I am not the same as before.. I am here only for the fantasy that has no boundries and no limits. To live without restrictions and release all inhibitions. To live within the digital world of sight into our deepest and darkest of desires.... A RedHead obsessed, Sadistic Preponderate, I will take what I desire and enjoy all that I require to have, know this before you enter my whisper box for I am who I am, nothing more... My personal life is just that, personal... You are not entitled to or owed any information or images that I am not inclined to share... I am no longer seeking anything real time, I am here only to enjoy the fantasy & Role Play of the online world... I have hurt to many in My past and that ends now...
I am the Night, the Darkness, I am Pain. I live in the place of your soul that has no light. The place that you fight and resist penetrating. The place your body crys to go to but your mind repells it. Once your body, mind and soul give into the calignosity, never again will you be the same.
In the Gorean realm I am known as - ϯ°Adicus°ϯ
“Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, its poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs, I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile. Am I dead? I must be dead.”
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door..."
The Raven - Poe