S T A R R You were Starr. Once a powerful emissary of light, lost to thought and mind long before my own birth. You fought wars, you loved and you lost. At the end of time, you were unfortunately not the plaything your God wished for, and therefore you were cast away, discarded, until now. This is your second chance, creature lost to memory. Use it wisely. Starr was female. Starr was born to silence. Starr can no longer speak. Curious as a cat, Starr would follow any interesting individual around. She was brave, with no care for her own life, and much for the lives of those around her. I suppose that was why she got canned; the paragon nature of any individual makes them the first to be offed. S T A R R
