Iman is a pompous old hag and shall be the first to admit it. She’s a proud Sagittarius--a horse, by Chinese zodiac guidelines--and enjoys nothing more than expensive shoes (which she really can’t afford, that haplessly unemployed teenager, and must instead take extreme measures to get her dirty hands on them) and torturing fictitious characters with her master puppeteering. She is a self-proclaimed history buff, and insists that there is no such thing as too much chocolate.
She currently resides in Chicago, the most hospitable city on the face of the planet (even though the planet doesn't have much of a face), but hopes to travel the world one day. Iman hates long walks on the beaches because exercise and a healthful lifestyle are all she’s against (and also because artificial sand is impossible to walk in), is revolted by candle-lit dinners because most people act completely out of character when taking part in such, and is also feeling as if this is turning into a personal ad and shall stop immediately.
Seriously, I'm nearly speechlees.