Name: Ishtar
Age: Lets not go there (in other words much older then mortals can comprehend)
Gender: Female
Species: She's a member of a very secretive race(They're in my OT fics, think the Q from Star Trek and your on the right track) that don't like mortals to know what they really are. She is currectly in Saurian form (temperory name for the species, they're dinosauriods basically)
Coloration: Light Green (Saurian)
Eye Color: Yellow (Saurian)
Friends(within fic): Abe, Cili, Dragadon
Friends(other fics): Dark Hood, Nadia, Bladewing, Zip, Skan, Rek, Hak(mate, dont ask!)
Abilities: Magical Healing, Teleportation, metamorphic capabilities...ah forget it, too much to write down.
Past: Direct quote: Past? Forget it! By the time I'm finished your great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren would be in existance! (Translation: Unknown)
Personality: Moody, tempermental at times, yet always helps those in needs. Gets very defense when someone asks about her personnel life, (save from her own kind). Despite being so old by mortal standards she is really a teen by her kinds standards. She is always's worried that she'll do something wrong. Often, in her rush to do the right thing she makes a mistake that beings her superiors wrath down apon her. If given a chance she would much rather kick back and forget what she is for a while (a couple eon long vacation actually, did I mention she'll kill me for this?), but she is consentily drive by the need to help others and can never truly relax (kind of like Abe if you think about it, hehe).
[ April 14, 2001: Message edited by: Dragadon ]
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