SU is below. I hope everything is okay and that little Enzo fits in well with the current cast. I can already see how he would interact with several of these wonderful characters. If anything needs changing, just let me know. :3
Name: Enzo Ricci
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: A stout and sturdy young man, Enzo is as short as he is solid. He is not fat, per say, just thick and well built for a young man of such short stature. His condition of Dwarfism relegates his height to a tiny four feet, two inches. Many wouldn't call him unattractive, but he is not what one would consider the traditional good looks man. His face is nicely rounded, with a small dusting of freckles. A conservative, close cut, sculpts his hair; which is dirty blond and seems to catch the sun beautifully. Two normally spaced, green eyes sit perfectly on his face, just above a small, slightly slopping nose. The pale complexion of his skin is second to almost nobody. He hasn't had an abundance of exposure to the sun and it shows.
As for clothes, he keeps thing neat and well maintained. A nice black denim jean and white T-shirt with gray sweater-vest. His mother always tended to dress him older than his age, but he didn't much mind. Clothes were never exceedingly important to him. His sneakers are the only really thing of his choosing. A nice, light blue, sport shoe. They fit his feet perfectly and even boost his height a more respectable two inches. He adores his shoes and loves how they annoy his mother to no end.
For his journey, he grabbed an old leather messenger bag of his father's that had been stored in the attic. The leather is cracked and ill-maintained, but it lends it a nice character with its rustic brown color. Inside, he keeps all his Pokeballs and medicinal products. It ends up being a catchall for everything under the sun.
Personality: Fiery, determined and stubborn. These adjectives would not be remiss in describing Enzo in the slightest. A strong and seemingly independent person, he strives to never back down from a challenge or give up. Strive being the key word, because when it comes to his mother, he has always been the biggest pushover. Where all his fire and charisma is seen by the world at large, around his mother, he is a shrinking violet. He has never been able to voice his ideas around his mom, or even tell her the slightest truths of his thoughts. His mother thinks him rational, and stable, when he really is anything but. This act that he wears is to truly mask the creative and lively firecracker that is underneath.
When he is with his friends, what few he has, the real Enzo comes out. He is sarcastic, witty and sharp. At times, he can be overbearing, which most likely stems from him overcompensating with his time away from his father. Although he is a caring and loving person, he rarely shows it. He's never had much exposure or seen how to express love himself in a rational way. It is almost a foreign concept to him, to the extent that he pushes people away who try and get too close.
Without his knowledge, he actually displays a lot of similar tendencies of his father. Not when he's around his mother of course, but in private. Enzo is a habitual liar, often fabricating stories to hide uncomfortable truths or to twist things better in his favor. He can be over excitable or bombastic. Even to the extent that some might call him eccentric or crazy.
Having never told his mother the truth of his feelings about his life and who he truly believes he is, he harbors some secret guilt. An almost visible weight that can be seen on his small shoulders. Maybe his mind is trying to cover this sadness with eccentricity, but he would never admit to it. At best he feels trapped, at worst, hopeless. His fire and vociferousness are merely an outlet for his frustration at the encounter he never quite had the courage to make.
Backstory: All things considered, when Enzo was very little, he had a fairly interesting life. Seventeen years ago, of course, he was born. The birth was not "by the book" as the doctors put it. His mother labored for several hours, suffering several complications along the way that doctors thought would result in the loss of both her and Enzo. By some miracle, he finally entered the world, healthy, but not without trouble. Enzo was diagnosed with dwarfism. A disease that ensured he would always be small in stature and would guarantee he could never stand taller than his own mother. After several days of medical care and scrutiny, he was finally cleared to go home, his future less than certain.
The trouble continued when Enzo's father died abruptly when he was only six. His death was quick and mysterious, happening almost quietly in people's memories. Enzo does not know how his father died, simply that he is gone now, his few fleeting memories all he has left of him.
For a while, his mother took the loss incredibly hard. She drank away her sorrows and secluded herself away from the majority of the world. Things got better over time, but the happy life they once had was forever gone. This happy life is hardly remembered by many in town, having occurred so long ago. All that they could see was the festering wound that was lingering there now. The relationship between mother and son slowly began to grow more and more distant yet disturbingly close at the same time. School became the only reprieve for Enzo to escape the sadness that loomed over their house. He wasn't unpopular at school, but he definitely wasn't a class favorite. Popularity contests would not be won by him, and he didn't much mind.
Several years later and Enzo began to come to terms with the loss of his father, more so than his mom. Ordinary and not so ordinary problems of life began to creep in on his time and pushed aside the worries and insecurities he felt over him. When he was twelve or thirteen, he began to feel things he had the hardest time explaining to himself, let alone others. His mother's sheltering ways began to grate on him. The strict binds she shackled him with became oppressive.
His mom didn't trust him to be safe. She believed his minuscule stature would never let him be safe around others or even lead a normal life. Outside of school, he was required to come straight home, no deviations and no excuses. She tried to make it so that she controlled every aspect of his life. He woke and she was there, he came home from school and she was there. There seemed to be no escape. He never worked up the courage to tell her how he felt. He longed to shout out: "er mah gerd, I hate you!" But he never could.
It wasn't until one day, a mysterious letter waited for him as he picked up the mail like he always did. He never had mail, ever. Every possible thought ran through his head, from who the person was, to what they wanted. Quickly stuffing the mail in his pants, he ran to his room and pulled it out behind locked door. He would never dare let his mother know. It was an amazing letter, life changing for him even. His hands trembled as he read and withdrew the Pokeballs. With held breath, he unleashed the little Slowpoke from captivity and gave it the largest hug he had ever given anything. This Pokemon was going to change his life, but in order to do that, he couldn't stay at home.
In reality, it was really the excuse he had been searching for. His reason to run away. He did feel terrible in hindsight for simply leaving a letter for his mom and disappearing in the veil of darkness. But he needed this. He needed to try and be on his own and stand on his own two feet. The support from his mother was not tolerable any longer. His own story and adventure had to begin...