Post by Enma on Jul 11, 2010 6:01:25 GMT 11
Name: Enma Kozato
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Enma is an unusual person, he often blends in with a crowd. His attire is very plain, a black long sleeved and hooded jacket if it’s cold and if not a black long sleeved shirt that buttons up the front. His pants are a standard for him, always plain black and straight through the waist, a bit fitted if anything. His overall appearance is underwhelming, rather plain by any standard. In essence a distant wallflower of sorts, his face not being unattractive he in fact often gets looks from girls. Yet his disposition and speech often make them think he is not of sound mind and as such they often leave him.
Enma’s hair color is a deep red however in the sun it brightens up significantly. The cut is shaggy and unkempt, he can never be bothered to fix his hair. His eyes are almost always half closed, as if dulled by life itself. They are red as well however matching his natural hair. On his face he often has various bandages covering up assorted parts, this is from his experiences with the local bullies of various towns. Enma can’t bring himself to assault them and as such he is forced to take the beating, knowing full well he could take them down in a single stroke of his hand. Rarely does his face ever change, it is always a listless dull expression. Not that Enma is depressed, he is just often confused and overwhelmed by the sensory input of cities. In the forest is where he relaxes, where he can be himself.
Personality: Distance, distance, distance. Enma is detached from anything of an earthly pursuit. Almost as if he is on the outside looking in, all things around him are merely a copy of a copy of a copy. This existential mindset has always been his, it is hard for him to remember a time where anything felt real. Where anything felt concrete, his entire body to him is nothing at all. Despite his upbringing to be a trained warrior, he would rather see the world. Rather than using his pokemon as mere tools for battle like his father taught, he instead looks at them as an equal to himself. Sure, they are an entirely different type of life but Enma feels they are the same as him, outside observers.
Enma has a bit of a speech impediment, this is merely due to his social awkwardness. Often mispronouncing words or not understanding them right away. This causes him to look out into empty space often, even when being spoke to by others. His social ineptitude has led him to be bullied often. Most places he goes he will get beat up at the very least, perhaps because someones girlfriend was looking at him. Perhaps because he is an easy target, whatever the reason Enma never fights back. Simply taking the hits as they come. He has the capacity to fight back, no will to do it.
His listless eyes tell no stories, they give no insight. Clinical depression is the first though, however Enma is not a depressed person. He enjoys simple things like, watching the sky, drinking tea, and even making his pokemon stronger. His distance is not as such that he just sits in the same spot all day, rather he is constantly searching for a purpose. A place to belong. His drifting life style often makes it hard for him to gather friends, those who speak to him however quickly realize he is a great person at heart. Past his studder, social ineptitude and distance from all things material he deeply cares for others. However he has no great way to show it.
Background: At the start of his life, Enma was destined to be a fighter. His father owning a rather large dojo outside of Violet City. His father's dojo was well known, it's style very effective and having many masters on sight Enma was prime to take over his father's business. Pokemon here were heavily involved, various fighting types scattered around training side by side with humans. In fact, his mother was a well known pokemon breeder for fighting types. It was a family affair, truly a special thing. Growing up however Enma was different, being the only son of the house put him under a lot of stress even early on. Often after long bouts of training Enma would pass would and wake up, only to train some more. His life was not about being a kid and having fun, it was work.
Around his tenth birthday Enma started to shut away, his emotions drained from his body and he would often slack in his training. Despite his previous, very proficient nature of his martial arts he slowly began to not exhibit the same technique and skill. His hands didn't move as fast, his eyes constantly half open often taking mighty blows to the face while training. His father was furious with him so most days Enma spent in bed. He was having trouble, yet no one could help him. A deep dilemma entered his mind, the nature of existence and all it's intricacies suddenly turned into the main focus of his life. Spending most of his days writing and thinking, eventually his father disowned his once prodigal son. Enma somehow was okay with this, knowing it was inevitable his father was never understanding.
Rather than staying in a house full of animosity for him, Enma decided on leaving on his sixteenth birthday. He had decided in his mind it was time to start a quest, with pokemon. In his past the only things he could relate to were pokemon, making them stronger was always a secret passion for him. His half open eyes on the world, starving for an answer. The answer to existence, and how inevitable it would be that answer cannot be found. Knowing full well the futility of his quest, slowly he began to give up. Accepting his fate as nothing more than a copy. It was here he began to focus less on the answer, and more on the experience. The experience of life, and the pokemon along the way!
Other info: Theme song - Fang Island - Davy Crockett
How did you find us? Artmage~~!
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
Enma is an unusual person, he often blends in with a crowd. His attire is very plain, a black long sleeved and hooded jacket if it’s cold and if not a black long sleeved shirt that buttons up the front. His pants are a standard for him, always plain black and straight through the waist, a bit fitted if anything. His overall appearance is underwhelming, rather plain by any standard. In essence a distant wallflower of sorts, his face not being unattractive he in fact often gets looks from girls. Yet his disposition and speech often make them think he is not of sound mind and as such they often leave him.
Enma’s hair color is a deep red however in the sun it brightens up significantly. The cut is shaggy and unkempt, he can never be bothered to fix his hair. His eyes are almost always half closed, as if dulled by life itself. They are red as well however matching his natural hair. On his face he often has various bandages covering up assorted parts, this is from his experiences with the local bullies of various towns. Enma can’t bring himself to assault them and as such he is forced to take the beating, knowing full well he could take them down in a single stroke of his hand. Rarely does his face ever change, it is always a listless dull expression. Not that Enma is depressed, he is just often confused and overwhelmed by the sensory input of cities. In the forest is where he relaxes, where he can be himself.
Personality: Distance, distance, distance. Enma is detached from anything of an earthly pursuit. Almost as if he is on the outside looking in, all things around him are merely a copy of a copy of a copy. This existential mindset has always been his, it is hard for him to remember a time where anything felt real. Where anything felt concrete, his entire body to him is nothing at all. Despite his upbringing to be a trained warrior, he would rather see the world. Rather than using his pokemon as mere tools for battle like his father taught, he instead looks at them as an equal to himself. Sure, they are an entirely different type of life but Enma feels they are the same as him, outside observers.
Enma has a bit of a speech impediment, this is merely due to his social awkwardness. Often mispronouncing words or not understanding them right away. This causes him to look out into empty space often, even when being spoke to by others. His social ineptitude has led him to be bullied often. Most places he goes he will get beat up at the very least, perhaps because someones girlfriend was looking at him. Perhaps because he is an easy target, whatever the reason Enma never fights back. Simply taking the hits as they come. He has the capacity to fight back, no will to do it.
His listless eyes tell no stories, they give no insight. Clinical depression is the first though, however Enma is not a depressed person. He enjoys simple things like, watching the sky, drinking tea, and even making his pokemon stronger. His distance is not as such that he just sits in the same spot all day, rather he is constantly searching for a purpose. A place to belong. His drifting life style often makes it hard for him to gather friends, those who speak to him however quickly realize he is a great person at heart. Past his studder, social ineptitude and distance from all things material he deeply cares for others. However he has no great way to show it.
Background: At the start of his life, Enma was destined to be a fighter. His father owning a rather large dojo outside of Violet City. His father's dojo was well known, it's style very effective and having many masters on sight Enma was prime to take over his father's business. Pokemon here were heavily involved, various fighting types scattered around training side by side with humans. In fact, his mother was a well known pokemon breeder for fighting types. It was a family affair, truly a special thing. Growing up however Enma was different, being the only son of the house put him under a lot of stress even early on. Often after long bouts of training Enma would pass would and wake up, only to train some more. His life was not about being a kid and having fun, it was work.
Around his tenth birthday Enma started to shut away, his emotions drained from his body and he would often slack in his training. Despite his previous, very proficient nature of his martial arts he slowly began to not exhibit the same technique and skill. His hands didn't move as fast, his eyes constantly half open often taking mighty blows to the face while training. His father was furious with him so most days Enma spent in bed. He was having trouble, yet no one could help him. A deep dilemma entered his mind, the nature of existence and all it's intricacies suddenly turned into the main focus of his life. Spending most of his days writing and thinking, eventually his father disowned his once prodigal son. Enma somehow was okay with this, knowing it was inevitable his father was never understanding.
Rather than staying in a house full of animosity for him, Enma decided on leaving on his sixteenth birthday. He had decided in his mind it was time to start a quest, with pokemon. In his past the only things he could relate to were pokemon, making them stronger was always a secret passion for him. His half open eyes on the world, starving for an answer. The answer to existence, and how inevitable it would be that answer cannot be found. Knowing full well the futility of his quest, slowly he began to give up. Accepting his fate as nothing more than a copy. It was here he began to focus less on the answer, and more on the experience. The experience of life, and the pokemon along the way!
Other info: Theme song - Fang Island - Davy Crockett
How did you find us? Artmage~~!