The young man apparently only has a single outfit to his name. He wears baggy grey pants that might've once been sweatpants, tied around his waist with a belt of thin rope, and bound tight around his ankles with cloth wraps over the tops of what can only be described as high-top moccasins. It is his "jacket" that is his pride and joy, however: it's a vest made entirely out of patches with sleeves sewn onto it, and the sleeves themselves are thoroughly patched at the elbows.

Paradigm freely enters the Matrix and wears nothing but dark blue whenever he's plugged in--it's his absolute favorite color, and since it's near-impossible to come by in the real world, he makes up for its lack when in the Matrix.

But even the happiest of individuals can have a bad day and no one can be cheerful all the time. As if to balance out the abundant merriment he lives with 9 days out of 10, when Paradigm hits a low day, he hits it hard. He can brood with the best of them, but he broods quietly, sitting alone and reflecting upon whatever has him down, unless someone else comes by and offers up an ear to listen to his troubles. Paradigm likes to think he can do no wrong, but every now and then he'll make a slip-up and feel incredibly guilty about it for days afterwards.

For the most part, however, Paradigm is all sunshine and rainbows. He has a kind of charisma to his cheerfulness that draws people to him, and he loves having all the friends he can get. He's supportive of each and every one of them as well, and would go out on a limb to offer any kind of help he can render, but you can bet he'd expect the same in return if he ever needed it.