This, but Alicorn.
Mane: Brownish black, somewhat messy
Body: Fit, cloaked in traditional robes
Cutie Mark: A blossom
Age (Baby,adult): 23 in human years
Personality: Heavily devout, Paradise has devoted her life to 'the faith' and will defend her beliefs to the last breath. Her personality is melded around this philosophy of caring and thoughtfulness, treating nopony above the other. She thus angered by the concept of royalty and despises the Princesses declaring themselves gods. Her main goal in life is to reach enlightenment, where she will want nothing more in life.
Likes: Philosophy, questions, serenity, praying, kindness
Dislikes: Vanity, status, violence
Joining the faith at an early age, Paradise took a shine to the philosophy of kindness towards other ponies and the equality of all from the greatest king to the smallest insect. Unfortunately, her home country of Neighpon was not so kind and soon descended into civil war. Serving as a medic, she witnessed ponies at their worst and struggled to keep optimistic throughout the conflict.
After the war was over, Paradise retreated into solitude for five straight years, meditating and philosophising by herself and all those who dared venture near her. When she returned to civilisation, she had achieved a greater sense of being, and had turned into an alicorn.
Now she travels to Equestria, hoping to spread her faith and hopefully overthrow the oppressive theocracy that is the rule of Celestia and her sister. She does not expect this to be an easy task.
Example RP segment:
Because I could not stop for Death,
She kindly stopped for me;
The small boat held but just ourselves
Adrift upon the sea.
(Though it's no sea, or so she said,
but a river, she does stress.
I think she's kinda full of it,
but hot, though I digress...)
We slowly float, she knew no haste,
And quickly put away
Her labor, and her scythe as well,
And whiled away the day.
We passed the school, where children ached
From impacts to the head;
We passed the fields of sunflowers
Where fools soon wound up dead
But before long, we both grew bored
Of floating in this way
My friend suggests, to pass the time,
A game that we can play
The rules she lays out for me, then,
are simple as can be
Warning, first, that should I lose
I'd pay the penalty
When she was done, I must confess,
With a great sense of shame,
I made a most grievous mistake,
and asked, “What's this game's name?”
And in a flash, too fast to see,
into the Deep I'm tossed.