Age: Older than gods, older than suns, but doesn't look a day older than he/she wishes to.
Affiliation: The Endless
Desire is the third youngest of the Endless and the twin of Despair. It is a strikingly beautiful figure whose gender is mutable, becoming male, female, both, or neither as the situation warrants. It is often referred to as "sister-brother" by its siblings, particularly Dream. Desire blends in effortlessly with whatever environment it finds itself in. It lives in the heart of a massive flesh-and-blood statue of itself, known as the Threshold. Indeed, further strengthening the connection to hearts, Desire's sigil in the galleries of the other Endless is a heart of cut glass.
Desire is described as being of medium height, smelling faintly of summer peaches. Desire casts two shadows, one black and sharp, the other translucent and wavering. Desire's smiles are brief and sharp. Its skin is "pale as smoke," and its eyes are "tawny and sharp as yellow wine."
Desire is easily the cruelest of the Endless. It seems obsessed with interfering with the affairs of its elder siblings, particularly Dream. The motivation behind this is not clear, but seems to be simply a variation on childish teasing. Desire is not exactly unaware of the consequences of its actions, but considers those consequences ultimately unimportant, a position which angers Morpheus and Death in particular. Desire sometimes acts in concert with Despair and Delirium; the relationship is not clear, however, and Desire is much more distant from its siblings than Despair or Delirium.
A more forgiving interpretation is that Desire reflects, simply, desire, and is as fickle and self-centered as the emotion. As desire is easily the most inflaming of emotions, Desire takes special delight in needling those who think they are beyond emotions altogether. It is, besides Death (who, even then, must be goaded), the only one of the Endless that will point out the faults of Dream, some of which, such as the condemnation of Nada, are legitimate. Even Destruction noted that while Desire can be malicious, it is often right.
Destiny's blind eyes narrowed. "The Shield..." Destiny opened his large tome, "A green skinned female.. not of this world.. a military mind, but reserved to defense," closing the book he sighed. "You're tampering.. but do as you will," he clasped his hands upon the table. "Mark my words, I shall hold you personally responsible if things turn for the worse.. and it shall not be I who punishes you dear sibling," he warned and stood, picking up his book. "You may go if you wish.. continue acting in the name of Eros,"
"You may smoke, if it truly gives you pleasure," he said simply. "As much as you adore love... for some it muddles the mind.. as is the case with our brother Dream, and his former lover.. look how much torment that caused him," his fingers idly toyed with the links of his chain, he didn't look at his brother-sister now, simply staring into space. "Do what you will.. but I was warned for a reason.. my suggestion would be to leave him be.. some of us are meant to be alone," the stone-like demeanor of Destiny seemed to chip only a tiny bit, as the last few words of his sentence seemed to be tinged with bitterness.
-sigh- The family
I stand in my gallery and hold your sigil, sister. Come to me.