Appearance: Enam could be described as tall and lanky, but more often he manages to turn that into a gangliness that's common in young horses. He has brown eyes and dark brown hair that has cowlicks which point in a few different directions no matter how recently he's brushed it. Most of the time he dresses in jeans and a t-shirt, and on cooler days adds a vest and ski cap to that outfit. He's careful with his appearance to the point that he's clean and dressed, but more often than nothe looks like he's just fallen out of bed and pulled on whatever clothes were handy, which is sometimes true. He often has a goofy smile on his face, especially if he's just said something that didn't come out the way he meant it, which is common for him despite his best efforts. He has a nervous gesture where he runs his hand through his hair, starting at his forehead and going backward; if he's really nervous, it ends in a scratch on the back of his neck, or if he's completely perplexed or agitated he skips the hair altogether.

Persona: Josh Hartnett

Personality: Enam at times seems like the most laid-back guy you could ever meet, but if he's discussing an issue he feels strongly about- which happens frequently- he can get quite passionate. He is intelligent and articulate, but often he will say something that sounded great in his head but didn't sound that way to the person he said it to, particularly if that person is a girl he's attracted to. Despite this communication flaw, Enam can be considerate and empathetic. He can also be completely offensive while still retaining a charm that comes from never having meant to be offensive. Enam is a self-proclaimed feminist and believes that women are superior to men. The way he was raised, his parents having had him older than most, as well as his life travels, have made him both patient and curious, and it's a combination that makes him well-liked by just about everyone he meets, no matter how often he manages to stick his foot in his mouth. He also swears a lot, though for emphasis rather than vulgarity, and he sometimes forgets which language he's speaking and will alternate between English, Japanese, Arabic, and French, depending on which has the best description for a given situation.

Biological Father	James Lansing, 69, US Diplomat (Sean Connery)
Biological Mother	Mara Lansing, 65, UN Interpreter (Lena Olin)

James Lansing

Mara Lansing

Pets: N/A

Friends: N/A - too new to have any.

History: Enam's mother, Mara, came to the United States from Sweden as a foreign exchange student in her junior and senior years of high school. After graduation, she decided to attend University in the US, and in her second year she met James, Enam's father, who was just finishing his undergraduate degree. The two were friends first, then started dating, and finally they fell in love. They maintained the relationship while they both continued their studies, and married before finishing graduate school together. James' dream had always been to become a US Diplomat, and Mara, who'd always had a knack for languages and was already trilingual, had been majoring in linguists. Soon she had decided to become a UN Interpreter. They dreamed of traveling the world together, and both excelled in their schooling, graduating at the top of their classes. Fate seemed to be on their side when they were each offered a few jobs, and among the offers was a position in The Netherlands for each of them. They packed up and moved to Amsterdam, and were lucky enough to both love their careers. As time passed and they worked through the kinks in the first difficult years of marriage, they discussed having children briefly, and both decided that with the kind of life they were going to lead and the exciting career prospects they each had for the future, it wasn't practical or necessary for them to have kids. They moved on as a single unit, changing addresses internationally every year or two, with no regrets about their choice to remain childless.

That all changed when one day Mara discovered she was pregnant. She was forty-seven by then, and James was fifty-one, so the idea of having a child at this point in their lives seemed like a huge undertaking to both of them. However, by then they were both very secure in their own identities and their identity as a couple, so once they got over the initial shock that the pregnancy had even happened, they settled into the idea of having a baby quite readily. They made the decision to return to the US to have the child, because Mara's age made the possibility of risk much higher than if she'd been in her twenties or thirties. But it turned out that the precaution was unneccesary, because despite a team of doctors fearing disaster at every turn, the pregnancy and birth were both very uncomplicated. They named the baby Enam and by the time he was three months old they had packed up and moved to Germany, where he spent the first three years of his life.

His parents knew that their life couldn't stay exactly the same as it had been before now that they had a child, but the changes that they had to make were small and worth the payoff of being a mother and father. Instead of moving every year or so, they took positions that would allow them to stay in one place for at least two years, often more, and Mara worked from home for two years in order to make sure their son was well looked after. As a result of his parents' careful planning, maturity, and financial security by the time he was added to the family, Enam grew up secure and confident, and paid his mother and father back by being an easy-going baby and child. His parents taught him about the world and from the moment he was born treated and spoke to him with the same respect they would give any adult. Enam thrived under the attention, and walked and spoke early. He seemed to have inherited his mother's ear for languages, and could pick up virtually any accent and dialect in a seemingly effortless manner far sooner than most. He also has an excellent memory, and credits this fact to how much his parents truly saw him and spoke to him when he was still small. Enam was also given the love of the written word by his mother, and loves to read and write poetry, short stories, novellas, novels, and any other kind of story or written art that a person can produce. He has notebooks full of his writings, going back many years, and he also keeps a daily journal that fills another giant stack of notebooks.

When Enam was three his family left Berlin and moved to Tokyo, where they stayed until he was seven years old. Because he was fluent in Japanese he was able to attend a local school rather than be tutored at home in English, and this started a long tradition for Enam of never wanting to be a tourist, always a native, wherever he might be. From age seven to nine Enam lived in Harare, Zimbabwe; from nine to twelve the family was in Beirut, Lebanon; at thirteen he moved to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, and for the first time he wasn't allowed to live as one of the country's normal citizens. US government and UN employees had to live in a special "American Compound," which simulated life in the United States within a couple square miles of fence topped with razor-wire and patrolled by armed soldiers. Enam hated it there, but conversed with every Arabic-speaker he could find, knowing that learning the language would be the key to his freedom. When he had grasped enough of the language to get by, he made a bargain with his parents that if he studied with the soldiers for a month and purchased a gun, he would be allowed to leave the compound. His parents were easy-going and always open to negotiation and reason, and Enam had never heard the word 'because I said so' leave either his mother or father's lips. They worried for his safety, but believed whole-heartedly that he had to make his own way in the world, whatever that might entail. Enam completed his training, armed himself, and started to take long walks outside the compound. He soon discovered that it wasn't as dangerous as everyone made it out to be as long as you stayed aware of what was going on around you, and he acquired a great love of the Saudi culture and religion.

It was in Riyadh that Enam also entered his first relationship, though probably only he would think of it in those terms. Soon before his fourteenth birthday, he noticed a new family had moved into one of the houses that was near the gate to the American Compound. He went to say hello, and saw a girl about his age who he thought was absolutely beautiful. They didn't speak at all, as that wasn't customary for young people of the opposite sex, but he was completely smitten. When he was at home he composed poems for her, and eventually he was able to see her again, in the market not far from their homes. Apparently he had made an impression on her as well, and she was able to secretly ask him to meet her the next night at a certain tree near the compound's fence at midnight. He was extremely impatient that day and the next, and caught his parents exchanging many knowing looks across the table, even though he hadn't mentioned his plans or even that he'd met a girl he was interested in.

That night, he left home and went to the agreed meeting place. She was waiting for him, and they sat down under the tree to talk. Enam felt that they had everything in common, and he was completely overwhelmed with his first crush. Her name was Fareedah, and he thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. When it was finally so late that they both knew they had to go home, Enam was taken off-guard when she leaned in and gave him his first kiss. It would have probably been the highlight of his life so far, but instead of the kiss ending sweetly and spontaneously, he felt himself ripped backward by the hands of her father, who quickly took her home. A few days later the family had moved out of the home, and Enam never saw Fareedah again. Despite the bitterness of the ending, Enam still looks back fondly on this particular chapter of his life.

When Enam was nearly fifteen his parents were transferred to Marseilles in France, and again Enam was able to take on the role he was used to, attending a French school and living amongst Marseille's residents as though he was one of them. It was at an artist's fair that year that he met April, a fourteen-year-old who had a gift for painting that was far more developed than it should have been for her age. Her parents worked out of Paris and were gone much of the time, so she had occupied herself with art from a young age and developed a style all her own. Enam found that he couldn't keep his eyes off her paintings, but he also couldn't keep his eyes off her; she was absolutely stunning, and even beneath her looks her personality was very appealing to him. She had a fierce kind of confidence and an intensity in everything she did that made him feel so attracted to her that he was sure he must have fallen in love right then. The two started to have lunch together every day, and discussed everything from philosophy to politics to existentialism. Enam felt like he'd found his soulmate, and they were soon officially dating; he had told his parents that he planned to marry her even before they lost their virginity to each other, and afterward he was even more sure.

However, those plans never came to be. Enam found himself in a bizarre circumstance with April; at times they were passionate, in love, happy, and devoted to one another. But there were other times, less frequent but far too potent, when it was as though they had entered a complete other world. Often this invisible shift cause April to feel listless, hopeless, and depressed, quite contrary to her normal confidence and vavacity. Enam would be alarmed to find her completely numb some days, or refusing to get out of bed, or just crying in his arms. Days like this scared him, but they were infrequent. Equally scary and rare were days when April seemed to positively shake with excess energy, she talked a mile a minute about a hundred different things, and she went from joyful to angry in a split second with almost no provocation. Sometimes, he would get frustrated with her because of how she was acting, with no reason whatsoever that he could see, and with quick jumps from sadness to joy to anger to indifference, and every so often she would say something just to provoke him or start to do something reckless that would force him to restrain her physically for fear she'd harm herself. This would then give her an excuse to slap him, and sometimes he found himself slapping her back. Once or twice it went from slaps to punches to the roughest and most passionate sex of their relationship. Afterward, Enam would feel incredibly regretful, though April seemed to get a deep satisfaction out of these encouters. Sometimes when it was raining she'd run out into the back patio and stand completely naked in the icy rain.

All of these upsetting things did not happen the vast majority of the time, and they were almost always happy, healthy, and totally in love. But when she wasn't having one of these episodes she recognized, as he did, that the patterns they were living out weren't healthy or altogether sane. They worried about it together, trying to plan for it or avert it, but it always seemed to sneak up on them eventually, and April would completely lose touch with reality. Only after the storm had passed could she recognize that she'd been standing in a hurricane. It was after over two years of this intense relationship that Enam found the courage to voice aloud a knowledge they both had in the back of their minds: this was not going to work. It would be like this for the rest of their lives if they continued from here, or it would have to stop. There was no in between for them, and they both knew it. He brought it up after a particularly wonderful morning of lovemaking, and they held each other in bed, crying, as they realized there was nothing they could do to change the truth of the situation: their relationship was not going to survive this. Love did not conquer all.

Enam's parents watched as this knowledge sank into their son and threatened to destroy him. Enam was so in love with April that to be without her for more than a few hours was physically painful for him, but at the same he knew that there was no choice but to say goodbye. It was the hardest and wisest thing he has ever done in his life, and he suspects that he will never encounter a situation in the future that is harder. He believes that if we only get one soulmate in this life, April was that One for him, and he will never again find that perfect union. But at the same time, he knows that ending the relationship was the right choice. Only because he has lived through this does he know that those two ideas, though they seem incompatible, can both be true. He considers this his greatest life lesson, and he's also very happy that most people don't have to learn it, and often wishes he could still live in the blissful ignorance of belief that "all you need is love."

Ever intuitive to their son's needs, his parents acted swiftly after his relationship with April ended. Now in their mid to late sixties, they had been toying with the idea of retiring soon. Enam's heartbreak only sped up their plans, and they had soon put in for transfers to desk jobs in the United States, which at their level could easily be performed at home. Through online resources they became attracted to the small community of Ambrose Island, and worked with a realtor long-distance to buy the first home they've ever owned. They are all excited for the change, and though Enam hasn't been on US soil since he was three months old and doesn't know what to expect, he is used to encountering new and strange cultures.

Vehicle: N/A - anywhere worth going is worth walking to.

Job: N/A

Neighborhood: Heritage Way, 30221 5th Street