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History

In a dim-lit room, shrouded in silence, he lifts a brush and paints.

Enfeebled from years of neglect, it was a sad skeleton of a room. Small, cramped and filthy, the grimy brick walls seemed to encase the cold as if collecting it. [break]

Nevertheless, a woman as if ignorant of it all, mustered her remaining strength for one last effort. Eventually, she succeeded but not without cost. Thus, exhausted, tired and bathed in sweat, she haggardly drew one last breath before two miniscule lives feebly drew their first. [break]


[break] Her name was En. His name was Yama.blah blah blah insert tragic backstory
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born in a brothel to a mother who died in childbirth, he was one of two twins. had a twin sister, whose death helped him escape the brothel. [break]

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With elegant arcs, he creates a fantasy.

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around the age of 10, he was introduced to Madame Kanako who showed him the world of acting, theatre and make-up. madame Kanako was eccentric. difficult and flamboyant, and to Enyada, one of the most fiercest women he had ever met in his life. Reeling from the death of his sister, make-up became a way for him to escape, he created a persona, someone who was strong, brave and elegant where he was not. Inspired by Madame Kanako, and as if one last momento to his departed loved one, he 'created' Madame Enyada. The act was his armour, and as time moved on, a way for himself to heal. [break]

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He blinks. And a tigress stares back.

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Nowadays, Enyada makes he living as a performer that enjoys wide recognition from the theatric world. From private audiences to adoring crowds, Enyada can be found elegantly weaving music, story-telling, and acting that only years of practice and passion can inspire. Nevertheless, few are privy or even aware of his male alter-ego leading to more than one interesting romantic escapade (however, not that he is complaining). Although he identifies as male, he has little qualms with being called she, her, him, he, they or them as long as he is never called it. Afterall, to Enyada, everything from the clothes we wear, to the way we speak is just a performance. [break]