( "The star danced, and under that star I was born." )

- William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing -

My Personal Bio:

Name: Should't that really be apparent by now?!

Age: Nobody ever believes me on this. By human count, I'm a little over 1600.

DOB: Not sure when exactly, it was almost dead-smack in the middle of the Dark Ages of Arthurian Times. People (humans) were pretty sucky about keeping accurate time back then. (Not that I blame them with the constant fighting, food shortages, heavy taxation by corrupt government everywhere you looked. All things considered, even with my own problems, I led a charmed life back then.) But I do know it was Midsummer, sometime in the early 6th century.

Race: I'm the product of very, very, very unusual circumstances; so let's just say half-blood and proud of it.

Height: About 5'9, with heels it's 5'10.

Weight: I'm comfortable; let's just leave it at that. (And word to the wise: NEVER under any circumstances ask a woman about it!!! It's second only to the age issue. Just keep it in mind, espacially if she's magically inclined or a superhero unless you fancy getting hexed or reincarnated as a pretzel; just smile and nod, guys. It's just safer for your health.)

Hair Color: Blue-black

Eye color: Blue-silver that sometimes likes to shift around grey, depending on my mood.

Occupation: Youngest Grand Master Wizard in the History of Time, of course.

Hometown: That's tricky, you see I was born in a beautiful fairy fort in the middle of a large fog-covered lake. At least, that's how it was when I was little, history called it Avalon. It was located in Ireland at the time, but due to big (and messy) fuss between magical persons. Along with some outside human influences. It was moved, lake and all (quite literally) to Britain to be the resting place of some bigshot royal. The lake was reclaimed by the earth and now flows out as some little fountain in the huge mound that remains, everybody had to go back to the havens. It was a nightmare. Though I will admit there was a stunning cathedral there in the 1200's, that wasn't so bad. It was sacked in a Viking rampage...you'd call it Glastonbury Tor now. So I'll let you be the judge.

Hobbies: Magic, of course. In all shapes, sizes, forms, directions, colors and any other thing you can think of. I got hooked on all things Chinese when they were in vogue at the Emperor's court in the Heian Era. Ironic, I know...so the flute, Calligraphy, painting, kimono, dance, etc. They remain some of my favorites, but I love to travel and picked up other stuff down through the centuries. Martial Arts of both obsecure and Royal schools and indivuiduals, cooking, writing, proof reading novels for people who will both later become famous, collecting stuff for other people..(I know this one knocker who can't get enough souveniour spoons for some reason, go figure!) I've got lots more, but I don't want to bore you any more.

What Fandom has taught me;

1.) Bashers are living, breathing, nerve grating proof that the practice of inbreeding is alive and well equipped with internet access.

2.) Canon is to be learned, respected, and relied upon up to a point. That does not make it a religion.

3.) The authors/artists can't please everybody. So the fanfic authors should just do what makes themselves happy first, and not bother with every little thing.