Enari "Ena" Feđa Sone
By Arkkwolf
(ooc note): All text with "quotations" is icly thoughts
Full Name: Enari Feđa Sone
Nicknames: Ena, Nari, Ari, etc.
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 18, April 10th, 2003
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: Japanese & Russian
Nicknames: Ena, Nari, Ari, etc.
Gender: Male
Age/Birthday: 18, April 10th, 2003
Sexuality: Straight
Nationality: Japanese & Russian
Physical Description:
Enari Sone was delightful, like a gentle morning light. His skin was fair, yet a hint of a warm incandescence radiated from his complexion. Gentle tea irises, painted against the warm tone of his skin, were exuberant in both color and how deeply one could look into his soul. The long spirals of sable black locks he assumed were doused at the tips with taupe blond colors. Blending in a gradient of blacks, grays and yellows, a hint of blue hues contrasting. Enari’s halcyon presence quenched any hint of a brusque demeanor. Yet the unnerving presence of a tattooed sleeve, even that of benevolent black and white Lycoris flowers, intimidated those who looked from afar. Upon only the bravest did he bestow the gift of jasmine and marigold embedded in his forbearing figure in a tranquil scent. A smile assembled sweetly beneath his benign eyes, a grin, that took the most pure and genuine form it could.
Tattoo: A sleeve of black and white lycoris flowers.
Voice: Enari’s voice would be gentle and kindly, yet more of a husky low tone overshadowed it, especially when in pain.
Enari Sone was delightful, like a gentle morning light. His skin was fair, yet a hint of a warm incandescence radiated from his complexion. Gentle tea irises, painted against the warm tone of his skin, were exuberant in both color and how deeply one could look into his soul. The long spirals of sable black locks he assumed were doused at the tips with taupe blond colors. Blending in a gradient of blacks, grays and yellows, a hint of blue hues contrasting. Enari’s halcyon presence quenched any hint of a brusque demeanor. Yet the unnerving presence of a tattooed sleeve, even that of benevolent black and white Lycoris flowers, intimidated those who looked from afar. Upon only the bravest did he bestow the gift of jasmine and marigold embedded in his forbearing figure in a tranquil scent. A smile assembled sweetly beneath his benign eyes, a grin, that took the most pure and genuine form it could.
Tattoo: A sleeve of black and white lycoris flowers.
Voice: Enari’s voice would be gentle and kindly, yet more of a husky low tone overshadowed it, especially when in pain.
Personality Description
Enari, like his eyes and warm complexion, was a gentle giant. He kept a calm composure despite the crude comments and actions of others. As if he breezed through, unbothered, something his grandmother had taught him. His smile said a million words, kind, a little too so. Opting for the oftentimes losing option, peace. For violence was something unnecessary in his eyes, no matter who won, both sides lost something. It was just a matter of who would lose more. His good nature led him to be amongst the losing side, though unbothered still, did he try again. Enari tried his best to make those around him smile, even in the darkest of times. However, although I don’t like to call things black and white, he had another side to him. This side was cold and ragging like a sea. He found himself unable to keep that untroubled demeanor when those he treasured were pained. His anger would boil to staggering degrees and it wouldn’t come back down. His rashness also led him to such a downfall.
Weaknesses:
Kindness - Kindness to a fault, the type of generosity people would take advantage of.
Rashness - When provoked, this rashness had no limits, the stupidity could get someone killed.
Persistence - Determined to a fault, if he didn’t slow down to think, the outcome would be sloppy. Sometimes it's better to work smarter than harder.
Ambitious - Like persistence, this trait made Enari arrogant, but like all his weaknesses, it depended on the situation.
Strengths:
Wit - When not provoked enough, Enari thought out every move he made. When not blinded by anger his actions were strong and oftentimes successful.
Understanding - His ability to empathize with others, yet not let it affect his own emotions, was something he had trained for many years to master.
Patience - Like understanding, patience was key for all prosperous thoughts and actions. Though not quite an expert, he excelled in the waiting game
Loyalty - His loyalty to those he considered friends, was unwavering, he’d never dream to betray them. When you became friends, you made a pact, to love, to cherish, and to stay with them.
Compassionate - Being able to empathize, to understand others, always needs a little bit of compassion.
Hobbies:
Guitar- when he was younger, he wanted to play electric, but living out in the woods, in a minka house with his grandmother, all they had was an old acoustic, buried under photo albums and garden supplies, in the back of a shed. Enari took to the guitar at the age of 7, and never looked back.
Hiking - Living out in the woods as a child, made him feel like the forest was his true home. Even now, as he’s grown, nothing beats the trails and free feeling that comes with nature.
Drawing - Passing the time as a child was difficult, he lived near no other children, so he often spent the time drawing the beautiful sights he saw on his hikes and ventures through the woods.
Favorite Things:
Color: Green (specifically russian green, because the shade is pretty).
Animal: Dhole (wild canine that's orange and looks depry like the minecraft fox).
Food: Ribs, Mashed Potatoes, and green bean casserole (Grandmas a good cook).
Music: Folk and Indie music (because it's an adventure).
Beliefs:
Enari believes nothing is black and white. The actions, the choices of people come from experiences that's shaped and continue to shape them. No one is inherently evil, but there is evil in the world. People are drawn to it because of human nature, but it's no fault of their own. Everyone does something for a reason, selfishness is a reason. Human nature makes us greedy, and it's up to us and those around us to make sure it doesn’t consume anyone. But humans need help, because being consumed by fear, greed, anger, is too easy to do. Enari has questioned on several occasions if there is a greater power, he hopes there is, because humans are foolish. However he doesn’t inherently believe in god or the gods or any other kind of power.
Religion - none, but shares similar morals to Christianity, will pray from time to time.
Hopes & Dreams:
Enari isn’t sure what he wants to do for a job, although it has to be something to do with his hobbies. Perhaps a social worker (engaging his love of helping people) or a forest ranger (engaging his love of nature). He hopes whatever he does, it benefits others and makes himself happy. He’d like to eventually start a family, have kids and such because he never got to have a mother or father as a kid.
Enari believes nothing is black and white. The actions, the choices of people come from experiences that's shaped and continue to shape them. No one is inherently evil, but there is evil in the world. People are drawn to it because of human nature, but it's no fault of their own. Everyone does something for a reason, selfishness is a reason. Human nature makes us greedy, and it's up to us and those around us to make sure it doesn’t consume anyone. But humans need help, because being consumed by fear, greed, anger, is too easy to do. Enari has questioned on several occasions if there is a greater power, he hopes there is, because humans are foolish. However he doesn’t inherently believe in god or the gods or any other kind of power.
Religion - none, but shares similar morals to Christianity, will pray from time to time.
Hopes & Dreams:
Enari isn’t sure what he wants to do for a job, although it has to be something to do with his hobbies. Perhaps a social worker (engaging his love of helping people) or a forest ranger (engaging his love of nature). He hopes whatever he does, it benefits others and makes himself happy. He’d like to eventually start a family, have kids and such because he never got to have a mother or father as a kid.
Conditions:
Mental/physical illnesses: diagnosed with Depression four years ago, but man’s a happy guy because mEdS.
Allergies: Slight Pollen allergy
Fears:
Thalassophobia - fear of the ocean, Enari was swept from the shore as a kid and nearly drowned, but he enjoys swimming in pools. He continues to try to face this fear.
Agoraphobia - fear where it may be difficult to escape a situation. No one likes not being in control in harmful situations right?
Ornithophobia - fear of birds, from being chased by vicious geese as a child.
Mental/physical illnesses: diagnosed with Depression four years ago, but man’s a happy guy because mEdS.
Allergies: Slight Pollen allergy
Fears:
Thalassophobia - fear of the ocean, Enari was swept from the shore as a kid and nearly drowned, but he enjoys swimming in pools. He continues to try to face this fear.
Agoraphobia - fear where it may be difficult to escape a situation. No one likes not being in control in harmful situations right?
Ornithophobia - fear of birds, from being chased by vicious geese as a child.
Family:
~Aoki Sone (Grandmother/parental figure): Raised Enari, widowed before she took in Enari at two years of age.
~Kaoru Sone (Mother): ???
~Hironori Sone (Father): ???
~Raven Saito (Cousin): lived with every summer, more similar to siblings.
~Logan Maxwell (Cousin): lived with every summer, more similar to siblings.
Friends:
~Kuragari “Kura” Otosu (Girlfriend): met while in Karakura, guitar buddy.
~Wakasa "Wu" Saiki (best friend): first person he met in Karakura, very philosophical.
~Shiori 'Satoko' Shiminawa (close friend): met while in Karakura, sweetest person ever.
~Tomioka 'Moon' Osamu (close friend): met in Karakura, totally knows Enari has a crush on Kura.
~MORE TO COME (because new character)
Animals:
~Doi (dog): Enari’s dog growing up, a sable merle sheltie.
~Akaibara ‘Akai’ (fox): fox owned by Raven Saito & Okemia Kuroki.
~Aoki Sone (Grandmother/parental figure): Raised Enari, widowed before she took in Enari at two years of age.
~Kaoru Sone (Mother): ???
~Hironori Sone (Father): ???
~Raven Saito (Cousin): lived with every summer, more similar to siblings.
~Logan Maxwell (Cousin): lived with every summer, more similar to siblings.
Friends:
~Kuragari “Kura” Otosu (Girlfriend): met while in Karakura, guitar buddy.
~Wakasa "Wu" Saiki (best friend): first person he met in Karakura, very philosophical.
~Shiori 'Satoko' Shiminawa (close friend): met while in Karakura, sweetest person ever.
~Tomioka 'Moon' Osamu (close friend): met in Karakura, totally knows Enari has a crush on Kura.
~MORE TO COME (because new character)
Animals:
~Doi (dog): Enari’s dog growing up, a sable merle sheltie.
~Akaibara ‘Akai’ (fox): fox owned by Raven Saito & Okemia Kuroki.
Wings Gracing The Sea
They were travelers. Free spirits that wandered the world solely to see it. Like the wind, a breeze, felt and then gone. Occasionally they appeared, but not often enough, soon disappearing all together. Grounding them to settle, as my grandmother described, “was like caging a bird.” It's easy to clip a bird's wings. To cage them. The spirit of the bird breaks, until you couldn’t consider it living anymore. My grandmother said she’d tried to cage him, my father, and never again. For making him settle was no life for her child.
When my father had met my mother this feeling grew wilder. For, they were both birds, the type that fly forever if given the chance. My grandmother said “Hironori (in reference to my father) deeply loved Kaoru (my mother). He talked little of her to me, but I knew from the look in his eyes, he’d found it. Love.” And, as travelers do, they left my grandmother in Osaka, going far beyond Japan. Without as much of a goodbye given to grandma Aoki.
I remember nothing, of when I was brought into a world with them. For as the wind comes back, I was forgotten, abandoned. Perhaps my parents opted for a different fate, one without a child. For free spirits cannot roam with limits. Yet, my grandmother refused to let their image darken in my eyes. She used to say “they are flying Kibō, surfing the wind.”
Now foolishly this ****ogy grandmother used got me into some trouble one day. I’d wanted to surf the wind so I could meet them. I had wandered from the task of groceries, to the sandy shores that cold cloudy day. The sea drew me in, whispering calm little words. I laughed, the pure innocent type that children do. Reaching out to touch the path that might take me home, home with them. And as you might have already figured out, the water wrapped its cold arms around me taking me with it, out to the depths, where light cannot pierce. By some miracle, a couple, oddly not much older than my parents, heard the drowned screams and tears from down the beach. They sprinted, finding a helpless child bobbing up and down up and down and the man, which I cannot recall the name of, sprung in after me. Dragging my limp, shallow breathed body to shore. I almost drowned that day and I still fear the depths of the sea. But in that moment when my grandmother asked my child self why. I’d simply replied “I wanted to surf the wind like mama and dada!” And she laughed through fearful tears and exclaimed “birds Enari, that's what they are!”
There are many ways, my grandmother says I remind her of her dear son. My eyes may be my mothers color, she’d say. “But when you smile, those are his eyes. When you cry, those are his eyes.” My hair was his, my laugh was his. I was his. So why did he give me up?
I’ve pondered this question as the years have gone by. And I know, as I’ve learned of the hardships of the world, being selfish, being selfish for happiness is what every human being does. Whether they try to swim against the tide of this habit, or not, it makes no difference because they are washed back out to the sea of reckless greed. And I’m ok knowing that is the answer. And yet, I continued to search. Even though I was ok with settling on that fact, I wanted to learn about them. To connect, even if not in the physical sense. And funny enough, call me what you will, I think the world, maybe even some higher power, wanted me to.
Call it sheer coincidence, but I found something of my fathers, that sprouted life in the bond between us. A guitar which I’d found buried under newspapers and crates, in our shed behind that Osaka home. Grandmother Aoki and I lived on the outskirts of that town. In an old fashioned Minka, placed in the woods. There was a pond not far, which despite the sea incident, I’d swim in during the hot summer months. Or when spring came and ducklings were born, bread crumb offerings were my favorite way to befriend them. For I didn’t have many friends besides that of my schooling. They all lived far from my wooded home.
But I found other means of connection, through the belongings of those my grandmother told me stories about. And that guitar, I found buried, helped me through the early teen years where I found myself drowning in dread. I sang the songs my mother did, played the songs my father had. And in this experience I found solitude in knowing I was that much closer to knowing them. It was wooden, acoustic, with a cherry blossom accent against the body of it. That guitar fit perfectly in my hands. It felt like all mine and though it's been years and it's worn down, I can’t bear to play any other guitar, so I fix it up each time.
During the summers, I can recall the happiest moments with my cousins. They felt like siblings. One had the most beautiful smile and most daring personality, her name was Raven. And her brother Percy, he was more calculated. However I always admired that about him. It was clear he’d do something amazing with his talents. Both of them would. I’m grateful for those memories, they opened their home without a single thought and made me feel like I belonged. After being left, it resided deep down within my soul. To this day, I will never be able to repay the dues I owe.
I remember fondly the late nights we’d sing songs around the firepit in their backyard. We’d laugh, we’d cry, we’d share all the emotions we wanted with no judgment. The belonging of that time, although long since passed, for we are no longer children, is a time I want to experience again. But not with what I am now, with the care free innocent bliss that children carry. Despite this longing, the memories are enough to keep me going.
Percy, Raven, and I once snuck out to play hide and seek in the woods. That was terrifying, but the thrill made it worth the fear. I scaled this huge sakura tree, through the tangles of branches and leaves. When I made it to the top, it was as if the world had stopped. The quiet, eerie peacefulness of the night blended seamlessly with the Sakura. It reminded me of a song. “You are not the same” by Tilekid. The night was beautiful. The feeling is indescribable, even now as it rushes back I cannot help but remember in wonder of it. Time was endless and it may have been minutes or hours or even days, when Raven had found me. We rushed back home and I was in pure awe, I wanted that feeling everyday.
Those two were always strong. Even after they lost their parents too. I came home from school on a tuesday. I remember sliding aside the door, peering in to see my grandmother. Cupping a hand over her mouth as she read her phone. The broken sobs I heard resonated. I froze for a moment, my grandmother never showed this type of tears. My grandfather, who had died before I’d come, was fully russian and his strength, I think, rubbed off on her. After breaking my gaze I rushed to her side and she turned, eyes wide, and exclaimed “their gone Ena.” I took the phone from her shaking hands and read a text from Percy. “There was a fire. Mom and Dad didn’t make it.” It was so straightforward and I knew even with those few words, he was lost. I stood there hugging my grandmother for a long time. Wishing I could have done the same for Raven and Percy.
I’d heard they’d moved to this town called Karakura. When my grandmother heard the name she seemed shocked. The universe had once again hinted, pressured even, at the thought of connection to my parents. Grandma Aoki explained that my mother and father met there. They’d fallen in love in that city. And for a long time, I’d considered not going. If it was fear of finding something I didn’t wanna know or the thought of leaving my grandmother I cannot be sure.
One night, I couldn’t fall asleep. And although you might find it dangerous to go soul searching in a forest in darkness, I found it was the only time I could truly have silence and real thoughts. So I wandered for a while. The same feeling emerged as that night in the sakura tree. Thoughts raced of what I might discover in Karakura. What terrifying yet beautiful things. In the middle of those woods, on that cold winter night, I decided I wanted to know them, my mom and dad. To feel the things they did and even if they were no longer of this world, I wanted to meet them. Feel the love of them, indirectly perhaps, but the possibility of this brought me to now.
I stand in a train station waiting for the next departure to Karakura from Osaka. Writing this down because I want to remember everything before this moment and how it will change through these feelings. The date is January 8th and I spent my last holiday with my grandmother, Christmas, as a means of temporary farewell. This feeling of the unknowns, of leaving behind everything I’ve known is a terrifying thought. But with terrifying thoughts comes the even greater excitement of what or who I will be next. And that is why I must go. For, perhaps like my parents, I too am a free spirit. Yet up until now I didn’t have the chance to be freed from this cage. Now that I have, I think it's my turn to surf the wind. And this bird is going to fly as far as it can, to feel what they did. Love.
They were travelers. Free spirits that wandered the world solely to see it. Like the wind, a breeze, felt and then gone. Occasionally they appeared, but not often enough, soon disappearing all together. Grounding them to settle, as my grandmother described, “was like caging a bird.” It's easy to clip a bird's wings. To cage them. The spirit of the bird breaks, until you couldn’t consider it living anymore. My grandmother said she’d tried to cage him, my father, and never again. For making him settle was no life for her child.
When my father had met my mother this feeling grew wilder. For, they were both birds, the type that fly forever if given the chance. My grandmother said “Hironori (in reference to my father) deeply loved Kaoru (my mother). He talked little of her to me, but I knew from the look in his eyes, he’d found it. Love.” And, as travelers do, they left my grandmother in Osaka, going far beyond Japan. Without as much of a goodbye given to grandma Aoki.
I remember nothing, of when I was brought into a world with them. For as the wind comes back, I was forgotten, abandoned. Perhaps my parents opted for a different fate, one without a child. For free spirits cannot roam with limits. Yet, my grandmother refused to let their image darken in my eyes. She used to say “they are flying Kibō, surfing the wind.”
Now foolishly this ****ogy grandmother used got me into some trouble one day. I’d wanted to surf the wind so I could meet them. I had wandered from the task of groceries, to the sandy shores that cold cloudy day. The sea drew me in, whispering calm little words. I laughed, the pure innocent type that children do. Reaching out to touch the path that might take me home, home with them. And as you might have already figured out, the water wrapped its cold arms around me taking me with it, out to the depths, where light cannot pierce. By some miracle, a couple, oddly not much older than my parents, heard the drowned screams and tears from down the beach. They sprinted, finding a helpless child bobbing up and down up and down and the man, which I cannot recall the name of, sprung in after me. Dragging my limp, shallow breathed body to shore. I almost drowned that day and I still fear the depths of the sea. But in that moment when my grandmother asked my child self why. I’d simply replied “I wanted to surf the wind like mama and dada!” And she laughed through fearful tears and exclaimed “birds Enari, that's what they are!”
There are many ways, my grandmother says I remind her of her dear son. My eyes may be my mothers color, she’d say. “But when you smile, those are his eyes. When you cry, those are his eyes.” My hair was his, my laugh was his. I was his. So why did he give me up?
I’ve pondered this question as the years have gone by. And I know, as I’ve learned of the hardships of the world, being selfish, being selfish for happiness is what every human being does. Whether they try to swim against the tide of this habit, or not, it makes no difference because they are washed back out to the sea of reckless greed. And I’m ok knowing that is the answer. And yet, I continued to search. Even though I was ok with settling on that fact, I wanted to learn about them. To connect, even if not in the physical sense. And funny enough, call me what you will, I think the world, maybe even some higher power, wanted me to.
Call it sheer coincidence, but I found something of my fathers, that sprouted life in the bond between us. A guitar which I’d found buried under newspapers and crates, in our shed behind that Osaka home. Grandmother Aoki and I lived on the outskirts of that town. In an old fashioned Minka, placed in the woods. There was a pond not far, which despite the sea incident, I’d swim in during the hot summer months. Or when spring came and ducklings were born, bread crumb offerings were my favorite way to befriend them. For I didn’t have many friends besides that of my schooling. They all lived far from my wooded home.
But I found other means of connection, through the belongings of those my grandmother told me stories about. And that guitar, I found buried, helped me through the early teen years where I found myself drowning in dread. I sang the songs my mother did, played the songs my father had. And in this experience I found solitude in knowing I was that much closer to knowing them. It was wooden, acoustic, with a cherry blossom accent against the body of it. That guitar fit perfectly in my hands. It felt like all mine and though it's been years and it's worn down, I can’t bear to play any other guitar, so I fix it up each time.
During the summers, I can recall the happiest moments with my cousins. They felt like siblings. One had the most beautiful smile and most daring personality, her name was Raven. And her brother Percy, he was more calculated. However I always admired that about him. It was clear he’d do something amazing with his talents. Both of them would. I’m grateful for those memories, they opened their home without a single thought and made me feel like I belonged. After being left, it resided deep down within my soul. To this day, I will never be able to repay the dues I owe.
I remember fondly the late nights we’d sing songs around the firepit in their backyard. We’d laugh, we’d cry, we’d share all the emotions we wanted with no judgment. The belonging of that time, although long since passed, for we are no longer children, is a time I want to experience again. But not with what I am now, with the care free innocent bliss that children carry. Despite this longing, the memories are enough to keep me going.
Percy, Raven, and I once snuck out to play hide and seek in the woods. That was terrifying, but the thrill made it worth the fear. I scaled this huge sakura tree, through the tangles of branches and leaves. When I made it to the top, it was as if the world had stopped. The quiet, eerie peacefulness of the night blended seamlessly with the Sakura. It reminded me of a song. “You are not the same” by Tilekid. The night was beautiful. The feeling is indescribable, even now as it rushes back I cannot help but remember in wonder of it. Time was endless and it may have been minutes or hours or even days, when Raven had found me. We rushed back home and I was in pure awe, I wanted that feeling everyday.
Those two were always strong. Even after they lost their parents too. I came home from school on a tuesday. I remember sliding aside the door, peering in to see my grandmother. Cupping a hand over her mouth as she read her phone. The broken sobs I heard resonated. I froze for a moment, my grandmother never showed this type of tears. My grandfather, who had died before I’d come, was fully russian and his strength, I think, rubbed off on her. After breaking my gaze I rushed to her side and she turned, eyes wide, and exclaimed “their gone Ena.” I took the phone from her shaking hands and read a text from Percy. “There was a fire. Mom and Dad didn’t make it.” It was so straightforward and I knew even with those few words, he was lost. I stood there hugging my grandmother for a long time. Wishing I could have done the same for Raven and Percy.
I’d heard they’d moved to this town called Karakura. When my grandmother heard the name she seemed shocked. The universe had once again hinted, pressured even, at the thought of connection to my parents. Grandma Aoki explained that my mother and father met there. They’d fallen in love in that city. And for a long time, I’d considered not going. If it was fear of finding something I didn’t wanna know or the thought of leaving my grandmother I cannot be sure.
One night, I couldn’t fall asleep. And although you might find it dangerous to go soul searching in a forest in darkness, I found it was the only time I could truly have silence and real thoughts. So I wandered for a while. The same feeling emerged as that night in the sakura tree. Thoughts raced of what I might discover in Karakura. What terrifying yet beautiful things. In the middle of those woods, on that cold winter night, I decided I wanted to know them, my mom and dad. To feel the things they did and even if they were no longer of this world, I wanted to meet them. Feel the love of them, indirectly perhaps, but the possibility of this brought me to now.
I stand in a train station waiting for the next departure to Karakura from Osaka. Writing this down because I want to remember everything before this moment and how it will change through these feelings. The date is January 8th and I spent my last holiday with my grandmother, Christmas, as a means of temporary farewell. This feeling of the unknowns, of leaving behind everything I’ve known is a terrifying thought. But with terrifying thoughts comes the even greater excitement of what or who I will be next. And that is why I must go. For, perhaps like my parents, I too am a free spirit. Yet up until now I didn’t have the chance to be freed from this cage. Now that I have, I think it's my turn to surf the wind. And this bird is going to fly as far as it can, to feel what they did. Love.
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