Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
- Enon Nakada
Alias
- N/A
AGE
- 16
GENDER
- Male
FLAME TYPE
- Mist
> In possession of the Ossa Impressione Hell Ring
OCCUPATION
- Student
GENERAL APPEARANCE
- Enon embodies the misfits mumbling within his mind, strands of his blond hair forced back, unveiling the bloodied irises trapped within the sunken black of sleepless eyes. Forgoing the cover of layered clothing is an elongated figure made out of sharp twigs; extension bringing the brambles to press against skin, and trace the spine that is threatens to break free. Skeletal would be a hyperbole, and to describe the hollow bones of the avian, svelte rolls off the tongue seamlessly. Of average height and few adipocytes, without his common attire of sweaters and coats his exterior would depict an image of vulnerability. Itâs a condition that follows an equation of intermittent rhythm with a body that is skinny, deprived and withering during the waxing moon, and in contrast, rosy and healthy when Luna is waning. Perhaps it is better to follow the maps of hemorrhages to understand what catalyzes the sporadic neglect, for there is no rhythm or reason for his fluctuating physiological health. A constant, however, is his poor eyesight, which is only temporary cured with the aid of contact lenses or bulky glasses.
PERSONALITY
A plague of violent thoughts: snap the fingers, sully the skin â his fingernails dig into his arms and gouge tiny pools of red. A melody of loud, reverberating solitude: isolate himself in a method of protection, for those that call themselves humans could be hiding their fangs beneath those lifeless masks. Gentle flesh, stretched over corroded bones: he is stagnant in the moonlight, crystallizing sugar, folding a hundred paper cranes made from mochi and saccharine adzuki beans. Enonâs a person of chemical reactions, in equal parts the elevated state of invulnerability, and the scathing doubt that births the haunting paranoia. He cannot trust, yet he can cut himself open for the world in clumsy syllables, speaking in circles and biting his tongue â take back words as the confusion continues on. He is afraid, paralyzed and in eternal ecstatic motion, seeing what others cannot and listening to the hymns of deceitful truths. The boy is severed from society, on the brink, refusing traditions and unable to care for those precious interpersonal relationships. Friendship? What a strange concept; one he runs from, inhaling cigarette smoke whilst watching the demons rise from Gehenna. And like so, he's caged outside of his body, yet inside his mind.
LIKES
Bodies of Water: When he was small, and the atmosphere around him would cause beads of sweat to poke out from his skin, he would be submerged in a bath of cold water â where he could lie among pieces of ice, and lifelessly stare at the ceiling. Floating had always managed to sooth the red hysteria of his mind, and he assumes thatâs why heâs constantly waking up in rivers and chlorine pools, and he never has the energy to complain about hypothermia or soaked clothes.
LeoĆĄ JanĂĄÄek: Enon doesnât possess an extensive knowledge of music, however, after listening to a record of JanĂĄÄekâs opera Katya Kabanova he found himself harmonized with the various layers of JanĂĄÄekâsâs compositions. This led to later research and a personal appreciation and respect for the man, to the extent of obsession, leading to his musical taste not extending far beyond the modernist movement.
Cigarettes: One of the many things that have labeled him a delinquent is his unapologetic habit of smoking, and despite him not smoking frequently the mere fact seems to be enough to be one thing people associate him with. When the weight in his head feels too heavy, cigarettes are something to alleviate the pain, and this is the only reason why he carries a pack of Black Devil in his pocket at all times.
Traditional Sweets: The exterior of delicate wagashi elicits the more saccharine memories of childhood â his parents are akin to dolls in depth, but if they can express themselves in anyway, then itâs in the confectioneries they make. His parents spend the majority of the time in the family bakery, and heâs never grown tired from eating red bean paste or mochi.
DISLIKES
Crowds: When there are fewer people around him itâs easier to distinguish between what may be real and what may be fabricated by his mind, but in crowds itâs nearly impossible, and heâs had too many experiences of distorted humanoids grabbing at his shoulders or watching him when in busy streets or school ceremonies. Enon therefore avoids crowded areas the best he can, which has also led to him skipping school more often.
Medical Institutions & Medicine: The anti-psychotics caused him to feel sluggish, as if he was wading through thick water and staring into a haze. They made his fingers twitch and his lungs to clench brought him minor seizures and withdrawals. He dislikes medicine in any form and the doctors that prescribe it, and will steer clear from hospitals, even if his life depends on it.
Silence: Heâll fill the space around him with the rustles of leaves, unyielding rainfall, ticking clocks, or recorded orchestras. Without authentic sound, there will be whispers and howling, and heâs developed a rancor for hearing those disembodied voices. Whether what they speak is true or not, heâd rather not hear it, and will build walls using headphones and thunderstorms.
Mirrors: Every mirror in his household is covered in a sheet, lest he shatter the glass and litter the floor in reflective slivers. To look at his grotesque image and its distortionâŠheâs incapable of gazing through the looking glass, he keeps his eyes away from those insidious surfaces. Mirrors will reveal your true self, right? He wonât look at them, heâll conceal them, or destroy them.
FEARS
Absolute Solitude: Nothingâs real, itâs an illusion to shove rose petals beneath his eyes â curling fingers, bloodied palms â those humanoid figures wandering the Earth are empty vessels staring into him, who is just as fake as the apparent reality. How terrible it would be, if this was the truthâŠhe doesnât want to believe in this, that the dissonance is more than a poorly constructed rhythm, that his disconnect means something moreâŠ
Other People: These figures are impossible to read; they could be monsters wearing human flesh, or they could be cannibals waiting to devour his heart, or they could be nothing at all, just a collection of dolls walking through purgatory. What are they? What are humans? âAm I human? âŠ.Iâm not a human.â
SKILLS
Intimidation: Whether itâs because of his odd speech patterns, his infamy for being a delinquent lunatic, or because of his unsettling aura, most people seem to be, if not unsettled by him, then intimidated by him. As described by others, being in the same room as Enon is like sharing a space with a venomous animal; he may be quiet and stick to himself, but if you make the wrong move, you might just get bitten.
Escaping & Hiding: Enon has no trouble leaving school during the middle of the day without a single teacher noticing his escape, and because heâs taken to learning Namamoriâs more secretive hideaways, itâs difficult for a lot of people to find him. It makes him more of a master of skipping classes and avoiding the world, but it could be considered a skill nonetheless.
HOBBIES
Confectionery Creation: He began learning how to make traditional Japanese sweets as a child in his parentâs bakery, and if anything heâs talented at forming tiny, delicate wagashi with translucent tints and careful parts so they can resemble flowers, fishbowls and berries. The taste of these treats matches their appearance as well, due to the time heâs spent on them, concentrating on each sweet to the point where it seems heâs in his own world.
SEXUALITY
Asexual // Homoromantic
ODDITIES
Neurodivergent: The state of his mental health is defined by a number of existing disorders (schizoaffective disorder, parasomnia) and the negative affects they have when combined with the desert flame and its abilities to create illusions to various degrees (catalyzing depersonalization disorder and dermatillomania). The amalgamation of disorder and the desert flame began with an acute response that allowed his schizoaffective disorder to develop rapidly, to the point where it would interact with the flames to create illusions, however the alien energy within him (an unnamed force that had planted the desert flame within his body for malicious purposes) became overpowered by the disorder despite the growth of the flame. Due to the vivid hallucinations and illusions he experiences, along with the secondary symptoms akin to bipolar disorder, Enon has trouble perceiving the world as real which in turn fueled his paranoia of other people being âfakeâ and thus nurtured a depersonalization disorder, and the dermatillomania (he picks at the skin of his arms and back, leaving various scars) which began as a coping mechanism for facing a contradictory and confusing world. As a result people are likely to experience Enonâs visual and audio hallucinations as they turn into illusions if his mental state is poor, which is the reasoning behind his parents isolation from the rest of the town and their âemptyâ personalities â ultimately responding to the fear by forcing their eyes to become âblindâ. But the most visible of his neurodivergence is the bipolar symptoms of his schizoaffective disorder, or when he enters a manic state and becomes more aggressive than usual.
Illusion Creation: Enon already has a natural aptitude for creating illusions â ranging from audio, visual, even physical âauthenticâ illusions. This is a direct result of harboring an active desert flame since pre-adolescence which is stimulated by his schizoaffective disorder. In the right state of mind, Enon can create various illusions and in large numbers, even to the extent of being able to overcome reality with his unreality â or in other words, he can cover an environment with an illusion, making it appear different than it truly is.
The other side of the coin is that Enon has terrible control over the illusions he creates, for they are often products from his schizoaffective disorder, and usually manifest due to his own mental tumult, and moreover they manifest to torment him. His disorders prevents him from creating illusions out of his own intention, so instead of him controlling the illusions, heâs more of a vessel that allows the disorders to interact with the desert flame and furthermore create illusions depending on how active certain symptoms are at the moment.
WEAPONS/TOOLS
Butterfly Knife: A treasure discovered during the first year of middle school - it was always good leeway to convince beast-like children to leave him alone, lest they walk away with holes in their stomachs. He's practiced with the knife since then, learning to think of it as an extra limb, so turning the metal comes naturally to him. Now, the metal feels like its a home when held in his hand, even if it has never needed to hurt someone.
BOX WEAPONS
N/A // TBA
TECHNIQUES
Having been in a few fight before, he's becoming accustomed to needing to expect people to attack, and what to do when they show their teeth. He's no martial artist, yet there lurks the instinct of killers, beasts and hunters beneath his skin. What he lacks in professional skill he makes up for in deranged brutality, entering states of calm mania and unstoppable fury when retaliating from assaults. Smother them, rip and tear and puncture - there's no balance or wisdom here, just unadulterated violence.
STRENGTHS
Aggressive: Tapping into his aggressive can be a strength in itself, usually in amplifying his illusions (however this can have drawbacks, including making the illusions unstable, impalpable, and inconsistent) but the main strength of his aggression is that it allows him to act without thinking or being trapped within fear. Without it, itâs more likely heâll stay on the sidelines, and avoid acting in general.
WEAKNESSES
Illogical: For various reasons Enon can be considered illogical, and while it can be mainly attributed to his disorders, itâs also the fault of his person perception of the world and the people in it. He is often overcome by mania, paranoia, aggression, or fear, and as a result he can be hard to reach, and hard to stop. Additionally it makes him a person that spends little thought into his actions, making him susceptible to those that are strategists and adept in manipulation.
N/A
FAMILY
Shohei Nakada & Miho Nakada [Father and Mother]
HISTORY
Enon says heâs losing time,
when he stares into ripples of the other-world.
The dawn crawls through his eyelids,
and he wakes, floating in the lake,
the morning view reflected across his silent bed.
A glass child: an infant with shallow breaths, a sickly child with fingers that began to pale, his lips turning into a translucent opal. His mother and father are strung marionettes, their limbs pulled by unseen gods, and they encase him in a sanctuary of ivory â a large property with high walls, a tiny palace to keep his coughs silent. Hiding from genetic destiny is all for naught, because his fingers will burn, and they do, they see Morpheus asleep on his bed of sand soon enough â the nightmares behind his bloodied eyes melting from the walls, becoming solid, tangible things of misplaced terror.
He awakes in cities, at the bottom of chlorine pools, the souls of his feet scraped by the concrete. Ten with a cigarette, to fill his lungs with smoke to let his brain breathe. Inhale, exhale, the shadows extend from the surface and whisper in equal parts truths and lies. Thereâs a devil beneath his skin, a spirt from the dead attempting to overcome his heart, but the fungus in his cranium eats away at them with illness, and the devil decays within a coffin of insanity and anti-psychotics.
Enon learns to spit them out. He continues to sleepwalk, his mind the ouroboros, and cannibalizing manic and depressive thoughts, vacillating between extremes whilst twisting, ballroom dancing with the intangible hymns surrounding him. Life is an illusion â his fingers touch piano wires, and the reverberating sound becomes visions, monsters spawned from his consciousness. Disconnect, he canât touch the people around him, he canât trust the people that call themselves his parents, because he can place no faith in flesh and bone. He scratches at his skin, leaving scars and traces of his pandemonium â he wants to breathe and reach outwards and touch the world around him, but his fingers phase through, and all he can hear is the raucous voices of the desert.
His teeth are barred, larynx vibrating, growling. They let him stray from the sanctuary when his presence transforms from quiet to overwhelming, and he, without pills in his stomach, and with madness trapped in his every cortex, Enon paves himself a reputation of being a delinquent. He tastes alcohol on his tongue, listens to his disjointed laughter, receives poor marks, responds to aggression with venom and caustic acid â had twisted their wrists and cornered them on rooftops. So is his life, there can be no rest in a world without reality, and he drifts, pulsates, and corrodes within it â letting himself become one with lunacy.
