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Name: Sora Ikeda

Appearance: 
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Age: 15

Gender: Male

Hobbies: Barbequing, Cycling, Nature Walks

Pet Peeve: Rain, Urbanization, Being rushed

Base Power: Smoke Breath – Enenra Ancestry
Enenra are yōkai made up of wisps of smoke, which rise up into the sky from fires; they are the personification of smoke. As a descendant of an Enenra, Sora possesses some small control over smoke, so far only manifesting as the ability to create moderate quantities of smoke via his breath; he can exhale a cloud of smoke, similar in constitution to that created by a wood fire, at will.

History: Ever since he was young Sora knew he was a little bit different. For one, he could see things that other people could not.

As a child Sora was something of an outcast due to being just a little bit… strange. He would stare into space and talk about things that no-one else could see and insist that they were real; his teachers said they were imaginary friends and that they were perfectly normal for a boy so young, while he would deny this and say they weren’t his friends, he could just see them and didn’t know why anyone else could. The other children would just ignore him.

It didn’t take long for his parents to intervene. They told Sora that the things he could see, the strange things that no-one else noticed were a secret that only his family knew about. Other people couldn’t see them, only he and his mother could since they were both special, and it wasn’t polite to point at or talk about things that no-one else could see. It was not the whole truth, but it was enough explanation for a small child to understand and to begin acting “normal” around his peers; it was enough for his teachers to stop giving him worried looks when he wasn’t looking and for the other children to stop avoiding him.

As he grew older he began to understand more and he began to grow tired of always ignoring the things he saw. He read about Japanese history and culture, about myths and legends, and began to notice similarities between the stories and the things he could see. When he was eight he asked his mother about it, about the things they could both see and why they were both “special” as she liked to call it. So she told him, she told him about yōkai and spirits, how they were real even though everyone said they weren’t; she even told him about their family’s heritage and how they were descended from a yōkai themselves and it was this heritage that made them special.

Supernatural History: Sora has been able to see small spirits for most of his life, for so long that it no longer seems strange to him. Living in a fairly rural part of country it was not at all uncommon to see Hinotama of various types in the woods or out on the lake near his home and although from an early age he had to get used to the idea that no-one outside of his family could see the same things that he, but it is safe to say that he is not scared of the supernatural.

One event in particular stands out however. When he was twelve years old Sora went down to the lakeside at night with a couple of friends to stargaze. It was the perfect night for it, an incredibly peaceful night with no wind and not a cloud in the sky, the kind of night where the lake is so still it looks like a mirror of the sky, every single star reflected in its surface. On this night, there were even a few extra lights to be seen alongside the stars.

As he was looking out at the lake Sora spotted a single fiery orb floating above the middle of the water. It looked different from the other lights he would sometimes see, larger and lively, dancing and bobbing around enough that he became mesmerised by it. As he watched he saw other, similar light join it, then a few more, then a dozen more until it looked like there were hundreds of dancing lights streaming across the lake; it was like nothing he had ever seen before. After a while the lights drew together, not reducing in number but clustering to become a single shape; together they formed a single line of lights, like a serpent, flying over the lake, writhing and dancing until it disappeared.

That was the first and last time Sora ever saw the Ryūtō, the Dragon Lights, on that lake.
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