Enali comes from an earth-like universe where the lines between the mundane and the supernatural are more blurred. Long, long ago their race *was* human. But while most of man embraced technology, Enali's people embraced and respected nature.

Anything their people killed was respected, honoured, and carefully used to its fullest including wearing the beast's skin. Having customs to share the spirit of the animal whom was taken. Nature spirits had long watched the tribe and their rituals and blessed them with the ability to shapeshift to the beast they most closely relate to. The appearance of their beast often matches their personality and color of their soul. Performing a ritual in which the spirit of the creature binds with them making them a selkie. This has been their way for an incredibly long time. Most children have chosen their spirit animal and become a selkie growing up as a selkie. Normally in anthro or beast form most of their lives. They generally only reveal their human forms when they need to blend in with other man who have slowly emproached their lands. But work to protect and preserve nature as it's guardians.
(Description credited to Dav. Thank you Dav!)

Like our own world, those who live soley among nature are having their lands shrink smaller and smaller over the years, and contact with humans has been rapidly more necessary as the decades trudge on. Enali's people in particular live in seclusion on an archepelago far in the northern hemisphere (not one to one, but roughly where the real life Alexander Archepelago is).

Without a traditional education, but still a great knowledge of the oceans denizens, the ilvertounge blessing, and proficiency on the water, Enali has been making their "normal person" living for the last several years by leading groups of tourists on paddle adventures on the warm subtropical oceans of the city they chose to settle in. Though it's not the most well paying, they are able to get by just fine and find teaching others to enjoy the ocean fufilling work.

Enali was born in 1880 in their homeworld, at the time almost completely isolated from the society of humans, save from the occasional traders or indigenous tribes passing by. Their people, costal selkies, lived simple lives and communed with the spirits often. Their place in the archepelago as guardians was all Enali knew for their entire childhood and their early adult life. Their society was full of ritual. Every solstice, they danced with storm spirits. They sang wind-stilled songs to heal the reefs and gathered kelp lanterns to honor their connection to nature and the spirit realm. However, even amid all the magic, Enali harbored a curiosity that no ocean current could sweep away.

On the eve of a selkies centennial ceremony, it is tradition to pray to the spirit in their skins for a boon. Most ask for guidance, for protection, for wisdom in their later years, or to strengthen their bond with the spirit and animal they feel kinship with. Enali had a different idea, one that had been brewing like a storm on the horizon. They wished to give away a part of themselves, the ability to hear the voices of the spirits for a century, and in return be able to speak and understand the common tounges of man. A "trial" period so that at the end of the century, if Enali wished to stay among the common man, they may fully reject their calling or embrace their destiny as a guardian. Though many of Enali's community, even their parents, were shocked and dissapointed, they still provided them with materials to trade with and a spare boat for travel, and bid them a tearful farewell.

The journey to the nearest human settlement was a strange and disorienting one. Enali, who had always navigated by the subtle pulls of the current and the songs of the wind spirits, now relied on a clumsy wooden compass and the unfamiliar, cold logic of a map. The ocean that had always been a part of them now felt like a vast, indifferent expanse separating them from home. They felt the absence of the spirits acutely—the silence where the whispers of the storm spirits used to be, the lack of a current's guiding hand. It was as if a part of their senses had been severed, and in its place, a new, raw awareness of the human world was taking hold. When they arrived, they had to adjust greatly to their new and overstimmulating enviroment.

They learned slowly, figuring out the nuances of human culture. Over the years going from a clumsy bumkin to a street smart selkie, hiding in plain sight as they travelled the world. They still longed for the silent communion of the ocean and the easy companionship of their selkie kin, but they were also beginning to find a new kind of belonging in the clamor of the human world. They learned that joy and sorrow weren't just forces of nature like the tides, but experiences shared and created between people. The century-long loan of their senses was proving to be a richer, more complicated education than they could have ever imagined.

Even still, like all beings, finding purpose and belonging was hard. Relationships, formal education, and learning to navigate ever changing circumstances still overwhelmed the selkie, causing them a massive burnout in their 40th year among humans. In that year, they decided to take their "gap decade", taking odd jobs and becoming a kayak guide. It was on a foggy early morning where Enali decided to take a lazy swim through a coral reef. Little did they know, an unusual yellow wormhole was about to appear...

A pair of knee height leg warmers, always worn by the Anthro Enali. One part of the two part set of blessed skins. Originally a tight fitting pair made of sturdy sea lion skin, it is often glimmered into whatever fits the outfit of the day.

A comfortable outer garment, almost never leaving Enali's side. The second part of the two part set of blessed skins. Originally a traditional selkie coat consisting of a sturdy seal lions skin, it is often glimmered into whatever fits the outfit of the day.

A well-loved bright yellow backpack with a modern waterproof shell of high density nylon. Enali is never seen without it, and is always carrying the essentials (as well as any strange miscelaneous items they wish to collect)!

A touchscreen styled phone that won't turn on no matter how hard Enali tries.