SHOAL, enzo vy

[enzo]

NINETEEN. LOCAL. GAY. DREAMER. MIRANDA KERR.
( ENZO VY SHOAL )

I SEE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE BARELY SOBER.
I HEAR YOUR VOICE, YOU'RE CALLING OUT FROM ME TO YOU.
the character

Enzo's dad wanted a boy to name after himself, and when he didn't get one, he simply named his little girl after himself instead. After all, the only thing worse than not having one son would be having a dozen children until he got that son. He just wanted the one child, as he wasn't a very kid oriented person at all. He wasn't playful or kind, and he was rather more of a dictator than a father. He didn't even let Enzo call herself Zoey, afraid that the name would stick. As a kid, Enzo didn't realize that her father wasn't nearly as paternal as he should have been. And not only that, but her mother was always being shunted to and from different mental institutes, her purpose served once Enzo was born. But Enzo had had nannies who cuddled her and taught her how to walk and talk, and just so long as the toddler didn't mess up anything, she didn't even need to ever deal with the tyrant that was her father except at dinnertime every night when she was forced to sit up straight and eat dishes much more dignified than the chicken nuggets and milk she normally had for lunch. Enzo didn't mind, though. As far as she was concerned, her father's emotional distance would just make it that much easier for her when her Prince Charming dropped by to steal her away. Enzo thrived on fairy tales and princesses, possibly more than any child should have. In fact, her dream was to grow up and be a mermaid. Being a fairy was her fall back option.

As it turns out, when Enzo grew up, she was a lesbian. She didn't want Prince Charming or anything of the sort, which was odd because as a child, she couldn't stop imagining her Prince Charming. But somehow over the years, the line between Prince and Princess was blurred and Enzo preferred the latter. What didn't change was Enzo's love of fairy tales and other things that didn't exist. Her father blamed it on her mother; The hallucinations and love of the unreal must have been passed through the genetic barrier. But Enzo rather liked her imagination because she knew it was just that--her imagination. It wasn't real and she knew it, even though it killed her to know it. Her creations were ten times better than reality because at least in fantasies, people came to rescue the princess trapped in her father's castle. In real life, Enzo was all on her own to figure out how to escape. True love's kiss didn't free here; She'd tried. She was stuck in a grand castle, surrounded by eternal riches, ruled by a tyrant and guarded by a large growling monster in the form of a Collie named Victoria.

SO SAY THAT YOU JUST WANT TO RUN AWAY.
AND REPLAY ALL THE THINGS THAT I TRIED TO SAY.
behind the character

hey bitches, it's beck and i've been pimpin' these hoes for about two years. i know right, it's great isn't it? need to get a hold of me? hit me up by email or pm. i'm also in the eastern time zone just so you know. don't need to be telling you people twice. also meet the rest of my lovely babies, nadaaaaaa!

When Enzo was three, she'd written the alphabet on a freshly painted wall, the red crayon all too noticeable over the white and, though Enzo can't actually remember this day at all, she'd been told that the moment she was done with her spidery, scrawling alphabet, she ran and hid under her bed for hours until her father came home. He hadn't yelled, but that hadn't been what Enzo was scared of. She was scared of that look that he gave her when she had done something "below her level of dignity." And of course, that was a direct quote. That look was a force to be reckoned with, no words required to put any form of intimidation into it. In fact, Enzo was sure that words would take away from the effect. That look normally left her feeling shaky and shuddery, kind of like she'd just eaten too much candy and then let herself hang upside on her bed. Her legs didn't want to hold her weight and she always knew, without even looking, that her skin had turned pale. That look always made Enzo want to run and hide under her bed.

Which was why, that time sixteen years ago, Enzo had just figured that if she ran and hid under her bed first, her father would have no reason to give her that look.

Unfortunately, he did give it to her, letting it simmer out for a quiet thirty seconds that might as well have been electric. Then, breaking eye contact, Enzo Vy Shoal the first turned on his heel, raised his chin and started hollering to anyone who would listen to please repaint the walls of the master bathroom as quickly as possible. Enzo had quietly left the dining room, slunk to her bedroom, crawled under her bed and wrote her name in thick purple letters on the pure white molding. It was hidden by her bed and as long as that piece of furniture was never moved--and why would it be? her bedroom had been the same for her entire memory--Enzo was safe.

Enzo didn't know why, as she was standing outside of a pawn shop in her current, nineteen year old body, she was reminiscing over that day. She couldn't actually remember it, but she'd pieced together a sort of shoddy recollection from the stories she'd been told by the people who'd been there. And her name was still written on the molding behind the bed because she'd been right. No one had ever moved it. Taking a deep breath that did nothing to stop the ugly churning deep in her stomach. She could do this. She needed the money, and it wasn't like the ring meant anything at all to her. It meant something to her mother, but seeing as how Mrs Shoal was hardly even functional the majority of the time, Enzo would bet that it didn't mean anything at all to her, either. Just a ring. Just a silly, old ruby ring from her mother's teenaged years. Rumor had it, and Enzo rarely believed the rumors about her mother that the maids always whispered, that Mrs Shoal had gotten the ring for her eighteenth birthday in the middle of July from her admirer. Mrs Shoal, according to said rumor, had turned down this admirer many times, despite his dedication to following her everywhere. It was romantic, true, but the young Mrs Shoal--then Miss Berg--had her heart set on a certain someone by the name of Enzo. And that was why her daughter, the current Enzo Shoal, had ended up in possession of such a beautiful ring--it was a symbol of her father's triumph. But she had to sell it because how else would she pay for what Aaron had done to her? And yes, she counted it as done to her, though she knew in her heart it had somehow been consensual. The fact of the matter, though, was that since Enzo didn't swing that way, it had probably taken quite a bit of convincing to get her into a bed with a guy. And that was how Enzo came to the conclusion that Aaron had done this to her, instead of it being an "it takes two" kind of thought process.

Opening the door to the pawn shop, Enzo almost dropped the ring to the ground, her heart feeling like it'd sunk into her stomach and her brain had disappeared completely. There was Aaron, running his fingers through the dust on what appeared to be an old slot machine. She had time to turn around and throw herself into her car. She could wait until he left the shop and then she could go back in and sell the damn ring. But instead, like some idiot, Enzo opened her mouth and whispered his name, connected to some kind of greeting that she didn't process until later as "Hello, Aaron."