Dion

APPEARANCE: 

(Amara and Carro showcased alongside Dion).

"This fight is far from over!"

BACKGROUND: Dion was born to parents who served as indentured servants to several high ranking royal families within the Saiyan Kingdom. Due to a lack of stable financial grounding coupled with a greater lack of strength- which is why neither parent could afford to do time in the military to pay their bills- the mother and father fell voluntarily into the occupation. However, the nobles that they had come to serve were pompous and greedy, and thus had tricked them into an agreement that always left them with the heavier pockets and the Haddock family needing to ask for further indentures in order to keep themselves financially afloat. Thus, despite their sworn servitude, the young boy was expected to have to carry on their financial obligations long after his parents had passed, as the pay coming from the time spent indentured wasn't nearly enough to encompass the entirety of their expenses. And so his outlook on the future was bleak to begin with.

Or at least, it would have been, were it not for the teachings, acting in tandem with compassionate encouragement and effort exhibited by his mother and father early on in his development. Jicama and Rassica Haddock, Dion’s father and mother, unlike most Saiyans had seen exactly how their sort of stories ended- weak and low class people like them were fated to die and eventually waste away into the sands of time without having made much of any sort of change.

However, whether it be due to their ingrained pride as they bled the same blood of the rest of their proud warrior race, or from perhaps a maternal feeling that many other Saiyans usually lacked when it came to their offspring, they were determined to have their mark left on the world of the living long after they were dead and gone through Dion.

So, in the hopes that Dion could have a life, Jicama and Rassica began to work with whatever life they had left, trying to teach Dion what he would need in order to live out the rest of his being in a way that they never could. Unlike the large majority of their race, Jicama and Rassica knew the importance of morality, of the importance of kindness and charitability, having been put through a world where none of it was, or is present. Possessing firsthand knowledge of this and more in their time as servants, they began to teach Dion the significance of embodying such qualities within himself, in tandem with the more practical things that he’d need to know in order to both make it inside and outside of his indentured servantry. However, while they tried their best to ensure Dion was taught well enough, the environment the family found themselves in on a daily basis did not help to build their case.

Seeing as the dues that needed to be paid for were daily and in great number, Dion at an incredibly young age was thrust into the harsh working environment relatively quickly. And the royal families that the Haddock family served under weren’t at all remarkable examples for Dion to look up to in terms of how to go about life. Cruel, greedy, and intolerant, the nobles they had to grovel under ensured that their lives would reflect exactly what their social status was. Sustaining both verbal and physical abuse, and facing heavy ostracization from other children his age due to his social standings, it was hard to try and shield a young and impressionable Saiyan boy from such graphic imagery and blatant disregard for any kind of decency. But, as strange as it would seem, it looked to have had the opposite effect than what Dion’s parents had been worried about.

The hardheartedness and innately inhuman attitudes that the Saiyans they worked under exhibited only managed to frighten the young man instead of influence him negatively in any way, and at times their personalities even angered him- he found the treatment of his hardworking and well meaning parents too unfair to bear at times. This led to several, infractions, as the nobles would call them, wherein Dion unabashedly spoke his mind to their higher ups when his parents would earn an apparently “rightfully deserved” chastising in the form of verbal and or physical thrashings. And even despite him being almost always reprimanded in the end, the youth always managed to hold his head up high.

Insolence that would come to haunt him later on.

But, presently, it looked as though life only gifted him for such grit- with his continued persistence to see a better tomorrow even granting him a friend of his own one day in the form of a young, noble girl his age reaching out to him whilst he was in the middle of tending to some yard work just outside of their home.

Her name was Amara Bloodthorne, and whilst hesitant at first considering the reputation most nobility he met had and the treatment he faced daily from most, if not all, he warmed up to her quite quickly. She became his very first friend, and slowly but surely through many a sparring session and cooking lecture (he may have been taught to cook, but it didn’t mean he was any good at it to start with), he began to form a bond almost as strong as that of the one he and his own parents shared.

A broke low class befriending a Saiyan from that of the upper echelon of their race was insane enough as it was to the young boy. Heck, he was fortunate that she even saw him as an equal at all, instead of judging him like the rest of the Saiyan nobility usually did. He found solace in the fact that he had at least one person he could call a friend.

Even if they were to ever have a falling out, though, whether that be because of social class or other reasons, his parents were the only two people he really needed in the end!

Which was why, the day they were taken from him, Dion’s life changed, permanently.

The nobles, while uncaring normally of the happenings between the peasant worker people and their families, began to catch on to where exactly Dion was getting his rebellious streak of behavior from. So, in order to keep a healthy and primed worker in their ranks without needing to cut the whole family from their jobs and thus their ranks, whilst also nipping the same worker’s insolence right in its bud, they decided upon drastic measures to keep Dion firmly in line. In the middle of him and his parents working on clean-up duties deep into the later hours one day within one of the many palace kitchens they found themselves working in on a daily basis, royal guardsmen quickly descended upon them.

It all happened too fast for either Dion or his parents to react, as the guardsmen quickly grabbed ahold of both mother and father and began to drag them away. And while Dion had been sparring with Amara, his strength paled in comparison to the veteran warriors that came to take his parents away that day. He was flung to the wayside like dead weight, only able to watch the looks on his parents’ faces as they knew they would never be seeing their son ever again.

The looks of two people who knew they were going to die.

The pained cries of the youth echoed throughout the palace halls for days long after.

In light of this calamity, Dion immediately began to shut down- after seeing in its full, terrible totality exactly what can happen when he refuses to take his castigations with proper stride, the young boy’s youthful flare and flame began to diminish substantially. The anxiety of not knowing when the next punishment could be coming from forcing him to take drastic measures to ensure it could never happen again. The once talkative, gushing, and strong willed young boy now neutered into an anxiety ridden, fear-filled, and despondent youth. He couldn't leave now, even if he wanted to- the debt had all fallen to him to pay, and to refuse to finish off his indenturement could mean jail time as well as a loss of the only means of income for him. 

For days, weeks after the loss of the two most important figures in his life, Dion wandered the streets of the Sadala Capital- unable to return home, as the pain of seeing what he now had lost was simply too great for his tired heart to handle. He was unable to face Amara even, out of fear of having to tell what had happened to anyone else. Any memory of his parents now poisoned by the look upon their faces as they were being taken away as he watched helplessly, and any dignity or pride he had left would be tarnished completely if anyone, especially Amara, had heard how useless he had been in the midst of such a situation.

In spite of Dion having made the change in order to avoid interaction with anyone, the boy began to notice an, odd, presence of sorts, shadowing him whenever he had returned to roam the mostly empty streets of Sadala’s middle class squares and alleys at nighttime. He could tell that it was a small, apparently quite ravenous, and very swift figure- an overgrown Saibaman of some sort perhaps?

Eventually, the curiosity became too much for him, and one night Dion finally tailed the small, shadowy figure back behind an alleyway after he made sure it would be too full on scraps from the trash where it ate to make any sort of run for it, and he was shocked by what he found.

It was a young boy, even younger than he himself was at the time, who had been tailing him for the past week or so whilst keeping himself filled on whatever trash he found in the vicinity around him. Upon further inquisition, he would learn eventually that the toddler’s name was Carro, and that he too had been unfortunate enough (or perhaps fortunate enough considering what he had heard about them from Carro himself) to now be without parental figures to guide him through his infancy.

Dion could see clearly that, unlike himself, Carro had no one to teach him what was right or wrong, he had no one to feed, or nurture, or even simply care for him like his parents once did for him.

And at that very moment, Dion’s heart and personality bled through and true once more, and for the first time in weeks, the cries of his parents’ and his own were drowned out by the hundreds of words, teachings, and lessons that they had left behind for him to continue carrying on.

Lessons, teachings, and words that this young child had to hear.

The young man immediately began to slowly yet surely work at gaining the young child’s trust, coming without delay after his servant duties to the places in Sadala Capital where he knew the boy would be waiting for his return. Continuously, Dion began to bring to him what little food he could spare. The death of his two parents led his overall food intake much lower at the end of the day, but he was more than used to moving forward on an empty stomach.

Finally, on one fateful night, the youth tried to coax Carro into eating in front of him outright- using a plate of leftovers as a form of bait, placing it on the sidewalk just in front of the darkened alleyway that Carro usually ate in peace within. After sounds of scurrying and shuffling filled the air for several moments, cautiously, the skittish Saiyan toddler walked out on all fours to meet the other youth, relaxing as soon as he realized there were no tricks or catches to Dion’s warmhearted actions.

And once the meal was finished, which didn’t take that long at all, Dion outstretched his hand toward Carro, offering him there and then the chance to come home along with him. And while it hurt Dion still to return to the humble one story hut that his parents somehow made a happy family once within, it would have hurt even more to have no place at all to properly care for this new younger brother of his.

As time went on, the young adolescent was able to civilize the originally wild child that was Carro, through more practical revelations such as walking on two feet and even teaching him how to read (Recipes, instructions, and brew ingredients required at least some level of reading comprehension, something that he needed if he was to do his job right for the nobles), and through other matters more morality based. He was able to do for Carro what his parents before he had done for him, and he taught him all that he knew- he taught him the importance of kindness, the value of unity, and the power of positivity. Of hope for a better tomorrow.

And through such retellings of such instruction, he felt within himself the wounds of the hurt he had once felt begin to heal as he fondly remembered all that of which his parents had gone through with him, and while the wounds would still scar, it would give him something to build off of, and one day, maybe, completely move on from.

Eventually, Dion even regained the courage to face Amara once again, and even got around to introducing his newfound younger sibling to the young girl- after having explained his nearly month long absence, of course- and soon enough, the three had formed a bond between each other that Dion believed could never be severed.

But, once again, fate was known to throw curveballs, and soon enough the young boy had somehow managed to get himself into hot water once more through his daring to help Carro survive through all this time. Seeing as the Spinespear family was not at all pleased with the revelation that their bastard son had survived his abandonment for this long.

Thankfully, this was not another calamity he would have to go through alone, as Garrick- Amara’s father- had concocted a plan to ensure the two’s safety. After the realizations that Carro’s family would stop at nothing to ensure their reputation wasn’t slandered by a less than perfect offspring, that Dion had nothing much else to stay on Plant for, and other difficulties that happened behind the curtains of Garrick’s own personal life, the two were briskly swept into a space pod, with Dion leaving Amara and Garrick the promise to never forget what they had done for the two just as they were set to take off.

Soon enough, they were sent to Earth, and upon landing there were met by their appointed foster parent, Caper Hofferson- a close friend of Garrick’s that both Dion and Carro immediately warmed up to.

And just like that, Dion had managed to do what his parents had always wished for him to do. He had finally made a life for himself like they had always wanted. The young man, once old enough, took up being a bartender for his own bar, as when he was younger he had acquired the skills and technique necessary to brew and serve drinks of all kinds properly whilst under the pressuring atmosphere of the nobility that watched over his shoulder. Not only that, but thanks to Amara also early on giving him all the tutorial necessary to cook, Dion even became his own head chef when he eventually expanded his enterprise to that of a restaurant-based business on Papaya island rather than just a one off bar somewhere in one of the island’s many villages. If his parents could see him now, they would be relieved that they hadn’t died for nothing.

...but, did Dion truly believe that?

Deep down inside he felt as though he hadn’t done enough. Even at night, when time is supposed to be at its most tranquil, the faces of his mother and father as they’re being torn away from his pleading arms still haunt him. He could have done more. He should have done more.

What more could he do in order to make it up to them? To show them that he did what they were hoping for him to do?

Even with all he accomplished, he wasn’t sure if he accomplished enough. Regret still finding a place in his life after all of these years.

What more could he do to sate the demons still lingering within?

Light Attack || Sazerac Singe
A technique where Dion snaps his fingers and affects the air currents around him or around his opponent with Ki to produce powerful shockwaves in order to strike the opponent wherever they may be. The snapping acts as a distraction from the creation and utilization of said air currents, which normally manifests themselves as an explosion near or at the opponent's immediate location.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 1 KP
Variants: N/A

Medium Defense || Stalwart Stone Wall
Dion manifests his Ki as a physical covering all around his body, powerful enough that it serves as a barrier to weaker attacks just by standing his ground. The Ki barrier itself around his body is skin tight, which allows a greater range of mobility and flexibility as opposed to the regular, more commonplace Ki barrier..
Power: 50%
KP Cost: 4 KP
Variants: Sustained

Heavy Attack || Boulvardier's Blitzkrieg
Focusing all of his power, Dion proceeds to blitz directly, yet very linearly toward his opponent- utilizing the momentum gained to in turn then begin to launch a furious flurry of blows from multiple strange angles and positions within an astronomically short time, all highlighted by large yet narrow streaks of silver colored Ki.
Power: 60%
KP Cost: 5 KP
Variants: Exhausting

Light Attack || Connoisseur's Cuts
Dion, wielding his blade Kyoto, given to him by Celeste, utilizes otherworldly speed to unsheathe his sword with blinding speed and unleash a whirlwind of slashes at his opponent's location. The cleaves manifesting as slices and cuts all around them, highlighted by streaks of brilliantly blue Ki in their wake.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 2 KP
Variants: Bleed

Medium Attack || Stellar Stage
Focusing upon his opponent, Dion approaches from mid-air and dives down feet first to send them hurtling away. Once flung, the Saiyan then closes in on his enemy with a vicious forward flinging spin attack, finishing with a forceful downwards heel kick that sends them to the ground.
Power: 30%
KP Cost: 3 KP
Variants: Overflowing

Heavy Sparking || Connoisseur's Cut: Finale
After readying himself in a crouching position, upper half leaning forward as though preparing to charge forward at an incredible speed, Dion then unsheathes his katana as he slashes at his foe with such speed that he appears at multiple places at once- a gigantic, dark, frothy blue aura outlining and encompassing the entire area in its glow before and during the attack- every slice and cleave highlighted by a blindingly bright blue streak of Ki. Once finished, Dion lands a few yards away from the intended target, blade held out and pointed downwards in front of him as he slowly sheathes the blade back into its cutlass, holding off on the final sheathing motion for dramatic effect as crackles of Ki then crash all around him like broken glass, that eventually dissipate into the wind.
Power: 110%
KP Cost: 6 KP
Variants: Bleed+

Utility Technique || Flight
The user manipulates their Ki energy so that they can levitate or fly.

Utility Technique || Ki Setting
Most beings cannot freely control their ki, but many who can manipulate it also learn to control the flow of ki within their bodies, allowing them to channel larger or smaller amounts of their ki reserves. In essence, they can adjust their strength to match the situation, and generate attacks which contain larger concentrations of ki than they are normally capable of.

Utility Technique || Energy Sense
Ki Sense, also called Reading Ki, is an ability that allows the user to sense Ki and power levels.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: Would like to spend 1,500 of Dion's Zeni on a Ki for Dummies' Guidebook, which I would like to in turn immediately turn into a UT tech slot for Ki sense.

STARTING LOADOUT: I would like to start with 5,000 PL and 500 Zeni please.

TRANSFORMATIONS: 

Oozaru: x5

Super Saiyan: x18

Mastered Super Saiyan: x22

Burning Blue: x34

Name TBA: x39



“It's about never backing down in front of the obstacle. Standing up and trying your best till your very last breath.”