Peer
Pet Name: Peer
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Zodiac Cheran
Born: November 22, 2009
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Belonging
MisticPal Age: 4436 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 21 / 21
Strength: 28
Defense: 19
Speed: 29
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 18
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 2/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Demon Pomme
2. - Pine Pomme
2. - Pine Pomme
On earth's edge she perches, the precarious observer, to hear and see and breathe the way the wild wind howls.
Above, the grey circles, roaring and rumbling and growing heavy with great fat drops of rain that fall sparsely into the sea: an omen of inevitable chaos.
Scattered birds flinch as lightning flickers, silent to her ears; she ponders the essence of perception, for to her this scene is one of incredible peace, but what is it to the birds?
So it is there she sits, on the cliff-side, an observer, a great watcher of the unfolding of time, waiting for the clouds and the sea and the wind to align for the purpose of disorderliness and disaster.
Let them wage war against the cliff, she thinks, for she herself is like the rock, unyielding yet temporal.
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"We are the ones charged with the duty of change. We must decide for the world a course of which it cannot decide for itself, but would have chosen had it been able."
ID No. 15F
Peer; "to look intently, searchingly, or with difficulty"
organized || worldly || aware || brooding
"The Insomniac"
Peer takes care of herself first and foremost. She is self-involved, always taking time out of the day to assess her reactions, impulses, and thoughts. She knows herself to the very core. She is a master of exposing and eradicating hypocrisies, fears, and false limitations that lie within her.
She does not only apply these calculations on her own self. She is observant and astute; she loves figuring out the motives and thought patterns of others. It helps her gain perspective on herself, as well as the way she is perceived within the world. If one needed help understanding their emotional blocks and frustrations, Peer would be the one to talk to.
She does not go out of her way to please others and refuses to abide by the pressures of the social world. She acts as she needs to so that she may be happy, and that is what brings her peace. She cares little for the impressions she makes. However, do not mistake this for obliviousness, she is extremely aware of how she may be perceived. She just does not believe it is necessary, or even correct or justifiable, to bend or alter herself in a way that would make her better received or accepted by others. She tends to be rather grating to be around, as she strives for absolute correctness, and will argue until her point is seen.
The only mystery Peer has yet to understand about herself is her insomnia. She does not fight it, but still cannot seem to overcome it.
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Whimsy may the stars blink
as they ever watch, on
steady and unmoved by the vestiges of time
Great sentinels of space and matter
complete in their mission of existence,
ever watchful, ever bright
Until such a time would come that they feel the inevitable need
to let down their veils
and free that which they have long held sacred:
the light and simple need to observe
Finally letting darkness drape them in soft, silent dreams.
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Here, on the mountainside, the moon is concealed by nefarious clouds. And I am lost, lost without the stars to guide me. I will stay here until they are freed from misty prisons and able to shine light and precision on my position in the world.
Rain patters down, slow and lazy. I might be stuck here a while.
I sat there, musing, chilly but patient.
I wondered at what others might think. How they might curse the clouds, and the rain, for marring progress and creating discomfort. That they would despise these conditions because they were less than ideal. Of course I would disagree, as many would. We all know that rain is essential, even those that curse it would inevitably alight as they too know that it is necessary for the continuation of life.
My thoughts turned a different way. I wondered at why people might call a sunny, warm day beautiful. And what disturbed me more: that we as a people tend to attribute beauty to goodness.
I can see in my mind's eye imaginary people consoling each other, "But you are beautiful," as if beauty, things that bring us simple pleasure through aesthetics, defines the true worth of a person. You would not hear people say the opposite, "Yeah, you're ugly, we're all ugly in ways, but who gives a damn, you're an upstanding human being who tries to give the best of yourself to people who don't even deserve it." And even then, what is rarer is the absence of beauty and ugliness at all. We do not praise logic and free-thinking and creativity or individuality, what is most praised about people is whether or not they appeal to strangers in such a base way.
Instead we encourage people to change their bodies to satisfy those we should most ignore: those who judge us for the way we look, and those who feel offended if we do not follow their standards.
But it is less about whether we are actually physically beautiful, and more about how we constantly seek to assure others of beauty, as if it ever had any merit as a reason to like or dislike somebody at all.
I know that if the rain could hear, it would not care if we called it ugly or beautiful. It would not matter, it would simply be happy in existence. If it ever doubted itself, it would feel reassurance in the fact that it fosters life. It would not care if there were people who judged its merit on aesthetics.
Many of these things that are called beautiful, it was the essence of themselves that are called beautiful. Most of the time it is not based on aesthetics, but on goodness. While I know that these reasons are much more kind-hearted and well-meaning, I feel that it is still a fallacy to equate internal goodness with such a silly word as beauty.
And then I wonder if anyone cares about beauty at all, if it is all really just a way to encourage people to follow the patterns set before them. Beauty is not the only standard people are held to.
This exhausts me. There are too many exceptions to rules that were never supposed to be rules.
Instead I focus on my first intent: to get myself to overcome my conditioning, to believe that if we should weight people at all, and maybe we really shouldn't, but if we do we should steep those judgements in whether or not goodness is present in a person.
The sound of rain echoes in the cave, continuous and constant. I lay my head on the cool, uncomfortable floor.
I want to think the rain is beautiful, but I stop myself. Is it ugly? I don't know, they are things that are chaotic about it, things that are negative. In the end I decide that it is simply good.
And as I begin to drift asleep, I wonder if goodness is really that important after all.
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Peer belongs to Apache.
Boxed Zodiac on 1/17/10!
Renamed Sophie -> Peer
[Adopted from the pound as a Zodiac Mandoran]
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