Paper
Animated - Cheery - Hopeful
Ellie Morris
Pet Name: Paper
Owner: Cas
Theme / Type: Baby Jinx
Born: August 13, 2010
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Plastic
MisticPal Age: 5207 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 10 / 10
Strength: 6
Defense: 8
Speed: 5
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 7
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
The Medium
[Optimistic][Spontaneous][Irrational]
She's a rainbow and she loves the peaceful life
Knows I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight
There's a part of me in the chaos that's quiet
And there's a part of you that wants me to riot
Many have asked me to explain death to them.
I'm going to say this up front: death is scary, yes. It is one of the scariest things that you will ever experience. However, a common misconception is that death is also sad. This is not so; in fact, death is one of the happiest, most exhilarating things that one will ever experience. It is not a means to an end, but rather just another part of the journey. It is indistinguishable from life.
Perhaps a metaphor will better explain what I'm trying to say.
Death is like standing on the edge of a skyscraper with paper mache wings.
Your toes are curling over the ledge, your arms outspread, and your eyes closed tightly. The wind is blowing your hair in your face, pushing you from behind, telling you to go. But your feet desperately grip the concrete. You know you have to, but you're absolutely scared out of your mind. Apprehensively, you peek open one eye and look down. The building seems to shoot up into the sky as you see the pavement, so many stories below, hard and unforgiving. You snap your head up and close your eye again. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest, and your breathing is frantic and shallow. Your balance is being compromised by the wind, but you hold yourself back.
What if my wings fail? What if I don't make it? What about my family? My friends? My loves?
And then there they are, all standing with you on that ledge.
But they are not scared.
Soft smiles lighten their faces as they gently grab your hand and squeeze.
They are not scared.
You take a deep breath, open your eyes, and look at them.
They are not scared.
You look down.
The pavement still looks hard, but you start to forget why landing on it is such a bad thing.
They are not scared.
You look up at the sky before you. Its crisp blue speckled by puffs of white looks so inviting….
They are not scared.
Your toes begin to relax. Your grip on the edge loosens.
They are not scared.
The wind is no longer pushing against you, but with you.They are not scared.
You are not scared.
There is nothing under you but the air as you jump. And you fall.
But you don't care. You are not scared! Fly or fall, it's all about the rush, the experience, the good times, Hell, even the bad times, rather than what happens after you're gone. Your wings are still behind you, useless, and the pavement is growing closer and closer, but you open your mouth and laugh like an idiot. Who cares if you hit the pavement? This is amazing! Astounding! The happiest, most exciting moment of your life!
It's feet away now. Any second you'll be done with a sickening splat.
Your wings suddenly spread in a blaze of light and glory. The wind catches them and you soar, high above the pavement, high above the skyscraper, high above everything, into that crisp blue and puffy white.
Profile
Name: Ellie "Paper" Morris
Gender: Female
Age: 8
Height: 120 cm
Weight: 24 kg
Occupation: Medium
SO: Asexual
Status: Too Young for Relationships
Appearance
Quad Ref
By Zen
By InsanityWolf
By Cynicism
By Dragon54082
By Cassandra189
By Touch7he5ky
By Zeerorii
[[Anthro Ref Coming Soon]]
Personality
Paper is a rather peppy little girl whose crazy brand of optimism is extremely contagious. She's extremely spontaneous and creative, and it is not unusual to catch her running down the middle of the street screaming at the top of her lungs or jumping off of buildings with only flimsy paper wings to keep her aloft. While the cult would prefer to keep her to themselves, Paper loves socializing and making new friends. She has made it her self-proclaimed duty to help troubled spirits accept death and help Misticans learn what it really means to live life to the fullest.
Relationships
You've taught me everything I know.
Even though you don't like to think we're close,you've become a brother to me.
Hey, would you, um, mind me calling you Mama?
Scary? Nah. You can be my Papa.
We're more like super secret best friends, but I think I'll call you Sister.
Keepsakes
Revelry
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