He was far too gentle to ever survive a revolution.

Name: Antonio Enriquez

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Physical Appearance: Youth seemed to have him in a permanent hold. His cheeks were round, soft eyes the color of honey, the swell of his lips delicate. A cap usually covered his neat dark hair and a pair of round spectacles sat on the bridge of his straight nose. There was hesitance to his smile, even before the revolution, but it had been because he was so shy and awkward, something his family likes to point out lovingly. Tall and lean, Antonio was the perfect picture of a young Filipino mestizo.

Personality: One would expect a person of privilege and status would be proud and cocky, but Antonio is of the sweetest temperament. He treats everyone with respect and kindness, and has the patience Buddha. A lover of music and literature, Antonio is usually seen writing poems and songs about everything and nothing. His family used to tease him because of this, but it is the same quality that endears many people to him. Determination fuels his veins, and traps him like a nest. When ideas come to him, he will take them and do whatever it takes to put them to life.

Joining the revolution did little to alter the gentleness of  his personality. His hesitation to smile now comes from a deep sense of loss and trauma, instead of timidity, but the same calm mind and kind heart remained. Perhaps he should have changed. Maybe he'd have survived if he did.

Past: Born to one of the most influential families in Bulacan, Antonio had a great childhood. He was the fourth out of five children, and so he never had the pressure of learning how to run their family business. Carmelita, his eldest sister, had moved to Manila, having been married to a politician, while his two older brothers, Vicente and Manuel were being taught the ways of their trade by their father, Jose. Thus Antonio spent most of his time with his little sister, Josefina. They were the closest of the siblings, often playing songs on the piano for their mother, and reading works of Rizal. It was a quiet life, fit for a timid young man, but his growing knowledge had kindled a passion in him, a burning sense of nationalism. He'd heard of rumours of a revolution, a fight to end the Spanish reign on the Philippines.

Josefina warned him not to join; it was too dangerous, and the risk of death too high. But he was stubborn, and wanted to help the cause, so when the opportunity came, he took it and joined the army. Josefina was the only person who knew, and she promised to keep it a secret. In return, she only asked her favorite brother one thing: to come home.

He never did.

Reason to Live: He promised Josefina he'd return.