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Description

General information.
◇ NAME : Enion Jernigan
◇ SEX : Male
◇ AGE : 16
◇ HEIGHT : 167cm / 5'6
Sibis information.
◆ ELEMENT : Fire
◆ RANK : D
◆ RACE : Dragon hybrid/Dragonian
◆ STATS : 2 VIT | 2 PATK | 3 MATK | 1 PDEF | 3 MDEF
◆ CATEGORY : Midrange | Fast Speed
◆ WEAPON : A dagger

◆ MAGIC TECHNIQUES :Flame thrower - Gives Enion the ability to breathe fire. Currently can last only a few seconds before the fire starts to hurt his throat. Another downside of this technique is that the fire comes out as a burp would come out of a normal human, meaning Enion needs to either drink something fizzy beforehand or force himself to let out the gas somehow.
Meteor claw - Flames are emitted from his fingers and Enion lunges at his enemy to scratch it, potentially leaving a burn behind. Also has a short lasting time due to his skin becoming sensitive after a couple of seconds.
Biography.
◇ PERSONALITY : ＋ obliging, energetic, venturesome, aimable, soft-hearted;
guileless, trusting, high-spirited;
－ bashful, obstinate, fiery, gullible, impulsive

Enion best described is a lad of youthful character, full of energy and willingness to help those who are in need of kindness or aid. And when that energy doesn't go into the excitement which he easily finds in many little things, it is conveyed through his explosive, quick-tempered and fiery (haha get it) nature. In other words, just as common it is to see him lending someone a hand or starting a casual chat, is to witness his outbursts as his face grows hot red, the boy yelling for often trivial reasons, most commonly over his easily triggered embarrassment. Yet despite that being the case, he appears amiable to most as the things he usually loses his cool over are often nothing more than clearly childish matters.

Enion himself is no stranger to starting casual conversations with just about anyone he deems to be willing of exchanging a few words with him, but perhaps many will find him to be a bit too gullible, easily believing in words others tell him. Yet as the flip side of the same coin, his trust in people doesn't always turn out for the worst, surely. That said, it is by now most likely obvious Enion's mind is innocent and free of deception, yet a tad naive in its own way. And he unsurprisingly as often as not takes on silly risks simply on impulse, as it's his own way of finding his aim, goal- a finish line he will excitedly and stubbornly rush to reach.

In truth, there's nothing special about Enion Jernigan, isn't there? He is simply an average teen with no quirky behaviors or qualities for the most part. Yet his energy, similar to a flame that would spread across the lands and eat up everything in its way turning bigger and brighter, spreads throughout his person, whether it's though means of his high spirit, venturesomeness, obstinate temper, or impulsiveness.
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◇ BACKGROUND :
Ever since a young age, Enion has been an energetic one out of the two children his mother and father had, while his brother, Aeron, was the more gentle one, the careful and neat one. Born into a small household of a blacksmith and a woman educated in the city as opposed to the small village they lived in, Enion's life could be considered slightly unusual, yet uneventful and boring. They lived on the floor above his father's blacksmith workshop where he'd make decorative weapons and objects, keeping the family tradition which already lasted for generations and generations. Despite, the man never forced the occupation to either of his sons and let them simply take up that interest on their own. The two brothers' daily life would consist of playing outside with their local peers or playing around in their father's workshop when he would be absent. There comes the unusual part -- seeing a bunch of seven-year-old children swing around what seemed to be real weapons. Though luckily they were dull and light, made as a mere prop or a decoration, the locals would always scold the head of the Jernigan family and ask him to keep his swords locked up away from the kids.

Financially the family wasn't doing so hot though. While they had what to eat and managed to pay bills regularly, it was apparent that whenever they'd buy a new article of clothing they'd have to save for the next month or few to make up for the money they spent. That's why it was irresistible when Enion's mother received an invitation to work abroad. And while she trusted the three to take care of themselves, it goes without saying the children as young as eight and nine would miss their mother. Ironically, Enion would be the one to cry while Aeron had to act strong and comfort him. Despite this, Enion continued being more energetic and putting on a tough act outside, while Aeron would be more caring and stay at home to make lunch and do the chores Enion forgot to do.

With their mother away and their father busy, it was easy to find a time of the day when the man would be resting and not paying attention to his workshop. And, since they couldn't get to the sample weapons they'd play with as kids, they decided to try another type of a game -- making them instead. And wow, what a great idea it was to play with fire. Since they only vaguely watched their father work, there were many tools the two didn't know how to use. But what interested them from the head-start was the tool their dad would, without a doubt, use to leave a signature in his works. It was a metal stamp in shape of the letter J at the end of a long metal stick. Enion and Aeron were absolutely mesmerized by the idea that they could leave a mark on objects with this tool. They'd place the J-shaped end in the fire and wait for it to incandesce before stamping random objects around the workshop. Eventually, Enion got the idea to leave a mark on himself, his wrist to be exact. Though a little hesitant, with enough convincing Aeron agreed to fulfill his little brother's request. And naturally, pressing the incandesced metal against the smaller boy's skin, the outcome wasn't pleasant. After shrieking as loud as he could and being caught by their dad not only did Enion have a trip to the ambulance to make sure the burn wouldn't get infected, but the two of them got a good scolding. It was apparent they well understood the dangers of what they were doing then, and they promised not to touch stuff around the workshop like that again. Life would continue as it did before.

Years and years later, things still stayed somewhat the same. Enion, now 16, went to high school, played basketball in free time and enjoyed playing other sports and games with his classmates. Despite that small incident, Enion was still interested in what his father would do at the workshop from time to time. Their mother still worked abroad, but this time he and his brother would not abuse the time their dad took off of work for stupid things like before. Yet, something started to feel off one day. Whether he was flustered or angry, had a fever or was simply performing physical activity, he'd notice his skin growing incredibly hot, to the point the air around him would seem distorted by the heat at times. Only more frustrated by the fact, all Enion could do was act as if it was a normal thing despite having small fantasies about it being some sort of a superpower perhaps as a way to escape the thought that it could have been some weird illness or deformity in his body. Luckily, his answers were to soon present themselves in front of him.

About a week after his weird symptoms started appearing, unable to sleep that night due to his body heat, Enion couldn't do much but roll around the bed and occasionally lie still and listen to the sound of the ticking clock. Suddenly, another sound started accompanying the never-ending ticking. It sounded like fire, coming from the furnace on the floor under in the blacksmith workshop. Worried his father might have failed to put the fire down that night, he got out of bed and head downstairs. When he approached the source of the sound, the fire was indeed still burning in the furnace, however, it was somehow hypnotizing. Coming closer, Enion's eyes danced with the flames and it's as if he saw a figure of a man, heard his voice. That's when he got his answers when he found out what was wrong with him, and what was to come next. Snapping out of what appeared to be a daze, he remained certain that what he saw was indeed real. He would tell his brother and in one of the following days, he'd receive an invitation letter to the Sibis Academy.

Though it all felt like too much to take in for a few days, it finally felt like he had something to do, some goal, some purpose. This was finally a chance for a change of scenery after staring at the same old village for years. So after a bit of contemplation, Enion decided he wouldn't be sad to leave home and will, instead, try to make the best out of what's about to come.

Preparing everything and bidding his farewells to his family, Enion left for the unknown yet exciting, new world.

Miscellaneous.
◆ LIKES & DISLIKES : ✧→like; ✦→dislike

✧Seafood
✧Spending time outside
✧Superhero-themed shows
✧Hot baths
✧Kids

✦Winter
✦The dark
✦Squirrels
✦Traffic
✦Veggies
◆ EXTRAS :※He lives in quite a peaceful area which explains his disliking towards crowded, busy places
※He still has that J mark on his wrist
※When it comes to romance or similar subjects he gets easily flustered; love is for pussies, girls have cooties 🤙
※Imagine his voice somewhat like Osaka Ryouta 's!
※The dagger he currently uses as his weapon resemble to one of the daggers he played with as a kid
※Einion, or in this case Enion, is a Welsh name probably derived from the word einion, meaning "anvil"
※Jernigan is also of Welsh origin, derived from the Old Breton name Iarnuuocon meaning "iron famous"
※Might add character theme and song later
◆ RELATIONSHIPS :TBA

Description

General information.
◇ NAME : Enion Jernigan
◇ SEX : Male
◇ AGE : 16
◇ HEIGHT : 167cm / 5'6
Sibis information.
◆ ELEMENT : Fire
◆ RANK : D
◆ RACE : Dragon hybrid/Dragonian
◆ STATS : 2 VIT | 2 PATK | 3 MATK | 1 PDEF | 3 MDEF
◆ CATEGORY : Midrange | Fast Speed
◆ WEAPON : A dagger

◆ MAGIC TECHNIQUES :Flame thrower - Gives Enion the ability to breathe fire. Currently can last only a few seconds before the fire starts to hurt his throat. Another downside of this technique is that the fire comes out as a burp would come out of a normal human, meaning Enion needs to either drink something fizzy beforehand or force himself to let out the gas somehow.
Meteor claw - Flames are emitted from his fingers and Enion lunges at his enemy to scratch it, potentially leaving a burn behind. Also has a short lasting time due to his skin becoming sensitive after a couple of seconds.
Biography.
◇ PERSONALITY : ＋ obliging, energetic, venturesome, aimable, soft-hearted;
guileless, trusting, high-spirited;
－ bashful, obstinate, fiery, gullible, impulsive

Enion best described is a lad of youthful character, full of energy and willingness to help those who are in need of kindness or aid. And when that energy doesn't go into the excitement which he easily finds in many little things, it is conveyed through his explosive, quick-tempered and fiery (haha get it) nature. In other words, just as common it is to see him lending someone a hand or starting a casual chat, is to witness his outbursts as his face grows hot red, the boy yelling for often trivial reasons, most commonly over his easily triggered embarrassment. Yet despite that being the case, he appears amiable to most as the things he usually loses his cool over are often nothing more than clearly childish matters.

Enion himself is no stranger to starting casual conversations with just about anyone he deems to be willing of exchanging a few words with him, but perhaps many will find him to be a bit too gullible, easily believing in words others tell him. Yet as the flip side of the same coin, his trust in people doesn't always turn out for the worst, surely. That said, it is by now most likely obvious Enion's mind is innocent and free of deception, yet a tad naive in its own way. And he unsurprisingly as often as not takes on silly risks simply on impulse, as it's his own way of finding his aim, goal- a finish line he will excitedly and stubbornly rush to reach.

In truth, there's nothing special about Enion Jernigan, isn't there? He is simply an average teen with no quirky behaviors or qualities for the most part. Yet his energy, similar to a flame that would spread across the lands and eat up everything in its way turning bigger and brighter, spreads throughout his person, whether it's though means of his high spirit, venturesomeness, obstinate temper, or impulsiveness.
.

◇ BACKGROUND :
Ever since a young age, Enion has been an energetic one out of the two children his mother and father had, while his brother, Aeron, was the more gentle one, the careful and neat one. Born into a small household of a blacksmith and a woman educated in the city as opposed to the small village they lived in, Enion's life could be considered slightly unusual, yet uneventful and boring. They lived on the floor above his father's blacksmith workshop where he'd make decorative weapons and objects, keeping the family tradition which already lasted for generations and generations. Despite, the man never forced the occupation to either of his sons and let them simply take up that interest on their own. The two brothers' daily life would consist of playing outside with their local peers or playing around in their father's workshop when he would be absent. There comes the unusual part -- seeing a bunch of seven-year-old children swing around what seemed to be real weapons. Though luckily they were dull and light, made as a mere prop or a decoration, the locals would always scold the head of the Jernigan family and ask him to keep his swords locked up away from the kids.

Financially the family wasn't doing so hot though. While they had what to eat and managed to pay bills regularly, it was apparent that whenever they'd buy a new article of clothing they'd have to save for the next month or few to make up for the money they spent. That's why it was irresistible when Enion's mother received an invitation to work abroad. And while she trusted the three to take care of themselves, it goes without saying the children as young as eight and nine would miss their mother. Ironically, Enion would be the one to cry while Aeron had to act strong and comfort him. Despite this, Enion continued being more energetic and putting on a tough act outside, while Aeron would be more caring and stay at home to make lunch and do the chores Enion forgot to do.

With their mother away and their father busy, it was easy to find a time of the day when the man would be resting and not paying attention to his workshop. And, since they couldn't get to the sample weapons they'd play with as kids, they decided to try another type of a game -- making them instead. And wow, what a great idea it was to play with fire. Since they only vaguely watched their father work, there were many tools the two didn't know how to use. But what interested them from the head-start was the tool their dad would, without a doubt, use to leave a signature in his works. It was a metal stamp in shape of the letter J at the end of a long metal stick. Enion and Aeron were absolutely mesmerized by the idea that they could leave a mark on objects with this tool. They'd place the J-shaped end in the fire and wait for it to incandesce before stamping random objects around the workshop. Eventually, Enion got the idea to leave a mark on himself, his wrist to be exact. Though a little hesitant, with enough convincing Aeron agreed to fulfill his little brother's request. And naturally, pressing the incandesced metal against the smaller boy's skin, the outcome wasn't pleasant. After shrieking as loud as he could and being caught by their dad not only did Enion have a trip to the ambulance to make sure the burn wouldn't get infected, but the two of them got a good scolding. It was apparent they well understood the dangers of what they were doing then, and they promised not to touch stuff around the workshop like that again. Life would continue as it did before.

Years and years later, things still stayed somewhat the same. Enion, now 16, went to high school, played basketball in free time and enjoyed playing other sports and games with his classmates. Despite that small incident, Enion was still interested in what his father would do at the workshop from time to time. Their mother still worked abroad, but this time he and his brother would not abuse the time their dad took off of work for stupid things like before. Yet, something started to feel off one day. Whether he was flustered or angry, had a fever or was simply performing physical activity, he'd notice his skin growing incredibly hot, to the point the air around him would seem distorted by the heat at times. Only more frustrated by the fact, all Enion could do was act as if it was a normal thing despite having small fantasies about it being some sort of a superpower perhaps as a way to escape the thought that it could have been some weird illness or deformity in his body. Luckily, his answers were to soon present themselves in front of him.

About a week after his weird symptoms started appearing, unable to sleep that night due to his body heat, Enion couldn't do much but roll around the bed and occasionally lie still and listen to the sound of the ticking clock. Suddenly, another sound started accompanying the never-ending ticking. It sounded like fire, coming from the furnace on the floor under in the blacksmith workshop. Worried his father might have failed to put the fire down that night, he got out of bed and head downstairs. When he approached the source of the sound, the fire was indeed still burning in the furnace, however, it was somehow hypnotizing. Coming closer, Enion's eyes danced with the flames and it's as if he saw a figure of a man, heard his voice. That's when he got his answers when he found out what was wrong with him, and what was to come next. Snapping out of what appeared to be a daze, he remained certain that what he saw was indeed real. He would tell his brother and in one of the following days, he'd receive an invitation letter to the Sibis Academy.

Though it all felt like too much to take in for a few days, it finally felt like he had something to do, some goal, some purpose. This was finally a chance for a change of scenery after staring at the same old village for years. So after a bit of contemplation, Enion decided he wouldn't be sad to leave home and will, instead, try to make the best out of what's about to come.

Preparing everything and bidding his farewells to his family, Enion left for the unknown yet exciting, new world.

Miscellaneous.
◆ LIKES & DISLIKES : ✧→like; ✦→dislike

✧Seafood
✧Spending time outside
✧Superhero-themed shows
✧Hot baths
✧Kids

✦Winter
✦The dark
✦Squirrels
✦Traffic
✦Veggies
◆ EXTRAS :※He lives in quite a peaceful area which explains his disliking towards crowded, busy places
※He still has that J mark on his wrist
※When it comes to romance or similar subjects he gets easily flustered; love is for pussies, girls have cooties 🤙
※Imagine his voice somewhat like Osaka Ryouta 's!
※The dagger he currently uses as his weapon resemble to one of the daggers he played with as a kid
※Einion, or in this case Enion, is a Welsh name probably derived from the word einion, meaning "anvil"
※Jernigan is also of Welsh origin, derived from the Old Breton name Iarnuuocon meaning "iron famous"
※Might add character theme and song later
◆ RELATIONSHIPS :TBA