A quickie ref sheet for me, because I'm feeling egoistical. Lessee... random facts about my fursona...

--I am 8 inches (25 cm) tall. That's roughly as high as the short end of a sheet of paper.
--I cannot fly for long distances. I can flap to about twenty feet in the air straight up and then glide until I reach the ground again, but that's about it. Hovering only lasts a few seconds. I just have no upper body strength!
--When I drink caffeinated beverages, the chemical causes my flying ability to shoot up to the level of a hummingbird's for about five minutes. Lightning-quick reflexes, unlimited flight, super speeds, hyper-alertness. I do not become hyper in the giddy sense, just extremely alert and jumpy. Afterwards, I am often exhausted, for obvious reasons. Continuous drinking of caffeine can lead to a coma or heart failure, so I try not to overdo it.
--No, I am not a Mew.
--I have no special attacks or anything, but to make up for it I have a magical paintbrush. Yes, you heard me right. It's called the six-point paintbrush, and it can temporarily bring to life whatever I paint with it. The amount of time that my creation is alive usually correlates directly to the amount of time I spent painting it--a thirty-second sketch will disappear after thirty seconds, and a three-hour painting will last three hours or more.
--I frequently develop art block. While I am experiencing it, the six-point paintbrush does not work.
--The end of this paintbrush is very sharp, made of metal. It is my only physical defense and I use it to ward off people who threaten me.

And... yeah! That's me. Quite odd, but that's the way I am.