Enel's Questionnaire

City: Los Angeles, California

Why She Lives There:

Enel lives in Los Angeles because it’s a city where strength is tested every day. It’s a place of extremes—rich and poor, power and weakness, order and chaos. In a city filled with fighters, gangs, and people chasing impossible dreams, she sees endless opportunities to prove herself. The sheer density of people means there’s always someone stronger, always another challenge. More importantly, it’s the only home she’s ever known.

She grew up in an orphanage downtown, surrounded by hardship but also by people who fought to survive. While she has no real attachments to the place, she stays because it is familiar, and because she believes strength should be built where one starts, not by running away.

Her Home:

Her “home” is barely more than a small, cramped room in a rundown apartment complex on the edge of the city. It’s a spartan space—mattress on the floor, a stack of books on martial arts and mythology, and a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. The walls are bare, except for a single lightning-bolt emblem she painted herself—a reminder of her goal.

It’s not much, but it’s hers. It’s where she trains, where she plans, and where she rests before the next battle.

Enel doesn’t have a stable job, but she gets by through street fights, underground tournaments, and odd jobs that test her skills. She competes in illegal fight rings, where the strongest take home the prize money. She also takes on freelance bodyguard work, courier jobs, and even the occasional bounty hunting gig—anything that lets her put her strength to the test while earning cash. If all else fails, she picks up shifts at rundown gyms, helping train rookies for a little cash under the table.

What She Spends It On:

Enel doesn’t waste money on luxuries. Almost every dollar she earns goes toward training, survival, and gear. She pays rent on her small apartment, buys high-protein food to fuel her body, and invests in training equipment—new gloves, weights, and the occasional session with a high-level martial artist or fighter. If she has extra cash, she spends it on books about mythology and combat techniques.

Money is just a tool to her. If she’s not spending it to become stronger, she doesn’t need it.

Enel’s goal is absolute—to become the strongest under the sun and the ultimate defender of Earth. She doesn’t just want strength for its own sake; she wants to be the kind of warrior that no one can challenge, that no force—human, supernatural, or divine—can overcome. She believes true power is earned through struggle, pain, and pushing past every limit. To stand at the peak, she must fight, bleed, and endure.

How Far Would She Go?

There is no line she won’t cross to achieve her goal. She would fight, suffer, and even kill if necessary. If an opponent stands in her way, she will strike them down without hesitation—not out of cruelty, but because weakness has no place in the path of a warrior. If someone tries to stop her from reaching her full potential, they are an obstacle, and obstacles must be broken.

How Close to Death Would She Come?

Death does not scare Enel. She sees it as a test of will—either she overcomes it, or she was never meant to succeed. She will take on any opponent, face any danger, and push her body beyond its limits without fear. If her journey demands she walk the edge of death, then she will do so again and again, until she emerges victorious.

For her, the ultimate question is not if she will become the strongest—but how much she will have to endure to get there.

The moment that changed Enel forever happened when she was 13 years old. She had always been strong for her age, always fast, always a fighter—but she had never truly known what strength was until that night.

A local gang controlled the area around the orphanage, and one day, they decided to make an example out of someone. A fight broke out in the streets, and she saw a man—a true warrior—stand alone against overwhelming odds. He moved like lightning, striking with precision and power, taking down opponent after opponent. But in the end, even he fell. Strength wasn’t enough. He wasn’t enough.

That was the moment she understood: power alone is not enough—you must become unstoppable. She trained harder, fought more, and vowed never to be weak, never to fall like he did. That moment shaped her entire existence. From then on, she didn’t just want strength. She wanted to become the storm that no force, no army, no god could break.

Marcus “Old Man” Hayes – The Closest Person to Her

Marcus Hayes is a former underground fighter and ex-military veteran who now runs a back-alley boxing gym in Los Angeles. He’s the only person Enel trusts—though she’d never admit it. When she was younger, he caught her sneaking into his gym, trying to train without paying. Instead of kicking her out, he let her stay—as long as she could keep up with the older, tougher fighters. Over time, he became a mentor, not just in fighting but in surviving the harsh reality of the world. He constantly reminds her that strength alone isn’t enough—you have to know when to use it.

2. Lydia Carter – Rival & Occasional Ally

Lydia is a rising name in the underground fight scene—skilled, fast, and always looking for a challenge. She and Enel clash constantly, both in the ring and in their personal philosophies. Lydia fights for fun, for the thrill of battle, while Enel fights for something greater. They’ve traded wins and losses, and though they refuse to call each other friends, they push each other to be better.

3. Daniel “Danny” Wu – The Kid Who Looks Up to Her

Danny is a 14-year-old orphan from the same home Enel grew up in. He reminds her of herself—angry, reckless, and always fighting to prove himself. He idolizes her strength and follows her around whenever she stops by the orphanage. Enel acts like he’s just an annoying tagalong, but deep down, she sees him as a younger version of herself. She gives him advice, tells him not to be weak, and secretly makes sure no one messes with him. If anything happened to Danny, Enel would burn the city down to make things right.

Enel’s childhood was defined by loneliness, struggle, and survival. She was left at an orphanage in Los Angeles as a baby, with no record of her parents. No name, no history—just another child lost in the system. She never knew if her parents abandoned her, died, or simply never wanted her. And after a while, she stopped caring.

Growing up in the orphanage meant fighting for everything—respect, safety, even food at times. It wasn’t a place of kindness. It was a place where weakness got you stepped on, and Enel swore she’d never be weak. She was always the strongest, the fastest, the one who never backed down from a fight. The other kids respected her, feared her, or hated her—but no one ignored her.

She attended school because she had to, but she never fit in. She was too intense, too aggressive, too unwilling to follow the rules. Teachers called her a troublemaker; students knew better than to pick a fight. The only thing that ever held her interest was mythology and combat history—stories of gods, warriors, and legends who reshaped the world with their strength.

She never wanted to be normal. She wanted to be stronger than anyone else

No. Love has never been a priority for Enel.

She doesn’t see the world the way most people do—relationships, romance, and emotional attachments are distractions, things that could slow her down or make her weak. She has seen too many people hesitate, lose focus, or break because they cared too much about someone else. That kind of vulnerability is something she cannot afford.

That’s not to say she’s incapable of love—she just refuses to allow it. If she ever did fall for someone, it would have to be someone as strong as her, someone who understands her hunger for power and her willingness to risk everything. But so far, no one has matched her intensity, and until they do, love remains an afterthought—just another fight she hasn’t taken on yet

Enel would never admit it, but fear is not something she is immune to. She has spent her whole life training to be the strongest, pushing past her limits, and refusing to break. But deep down, beneath all that determination and power, there are things she dreads.

1. Being Weak

Her greatest fear is weakness—not just physical weakness, but the idea that she could fail, that she could be powerless when it matters most. The image of standing helpless while someone stronger crushes her, unable to stop them, haunts her. She has seen it happen before—to people she respected, to fighters who thought they were invincible. She refuses to let that be her fate.

2. Dying Without Proving Herself

Enel is willing to risk her life, but only if it means something. The idea of dying before she reaches her true potential, before she proves that she is the strongest, terrifies her. She doesn’t fear death itself—she fears dying as nothing, as just another fighter who wasn’t good enough.

3. Letting Someone Down

She pretends she doesn’t care about people, but deep down, she does. She fears failing Marcus, the only mentor who ever believed in her. She fears losing Danny, the kid who looks up to her. And though she tells herself she doesn’t need anyone, the idea of losing the few people who matter makes her blood run cold.

Her solution? Never stop fighting. Never stop getting stronger. Never let fear control her

Enel doesn’t care about material things—money, luxury, status—none of it matters to her. But there are a few things she refuses to let go of, things that mean more than they should.

1. A Faded, Torn Training Wrap

It’s an old, worn-out hand wrap, barely holding together, but she still keeps it. It belonged to Marcus “Old Man” Hayes, her mentor. When she first started training at his gym, he tossed it to her and told her, “If you’re serious, wrap up. This ain’t just for show.” She’s long outgrown it, but she keeps it as a reminder—of her first real lesson, of the man who taught her what true strength was.

2. A Dog Tag With No Name

She found it years ago, in the aftermath of a street fight gone wrong. A nameless fighter, someone she never knew, died in that alley because he wasn’t strong enough. She took the tag, not because she knew him, but because it reminds her—failure is death. Hesitation is death. Weakness is death. It pushes her to keep moving, to never stop training, to never be the one lying in the dirt.

To anyone else, these things are worthless. To her, they are proof of her journey—and the price of weakness