<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">~:Dormouse:~</span></span><br/>(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m121kjVXSI1qfuil8o1_500.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Answers to:</strong> Dormouse, Dori.<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br/><br/><strong>Physical appearance:</strong> Petite, soft, curvy, delicate. These words describe Dori yes; a small in stature person, five feet and a mere <em>one</em> inch, ever to her resignation. Just a inch or two wouldn't be that much to ask...Delicate bone structure, dainty really, elegant wrists and slender ankles, and yet her body is soft, curvy, full. <br/><br/>She is of wide hips and full bosom, not plumb or perhaps just that, its hard to say. Fragile though, a fragile sense to her. Skin the color of dark caramel, sun kissed golden brown; fits well with the gold and grey depths of her eyes, with the blend of tawny, nutmeg, chocolate and sunlight that is her hair. Contradictions and mixes, an odd, not quiet <em>norma</em> appearance and yet natural, so natural for her. Full lips, button nose, tilted eyes and dark brows, features caught between 'elegant' and 'sweet'; another sigh given over that she seems ever stuck in the mix between girl and woman. <br/><br/><strong>Personification:</strong> <br/><br/>Soft, silence, quiet sorrowful eyes. Eyes that <em>know</em>, that see even when they don't want to.<br/><br/>Timid she might be, girl in soul, but woman in body, feminine and tempting without meaning to. The perfect prey to a certain <em>type</em> of predator. Even if she doesn't want. Especially because she doesn't want. Soft spoken, gentle and yet when needed, voice will come. Tender heart, trusting heart, silly, foolish perhaps. Loyal, especially to Cat. Her Cat. Just want to follow, to hide in the shadow of a greater person, to exist comfortably there and aid in anyway she can. A modest soul, a humble one, simple in desires, simple in tastes. <br/><br/>Attention not wanted, <em>go away</em> she whispers, she urges. Shadows to lurk in, those of others or on the fringes, both accepted. Quiet one, gentle one, she does not quiet belong and yet she does. She is the other, the sweet to mellow, the innocence to corrupt. Poor little soul. <br/><br/><strong>Vices:</strong> Cuddles. <br/><br/><strong>Sexual orientation:</strong> Uncertain, unsure, a little timid -- eager to please, generally submissive, a follower. Just give a little love, a little tenderness and she will kneel most happily.<br/><br/><strong>Pre-arranged associations:</strong> <em>The Cat</em>, friend of heart and soul, smitten, adoring, anything for her....</span>