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Public Persona vs Reality

Public (general):

Successful, attractive artist

Owns a bar

Seen as charming, carefree, and a bit of a flirt

Public (Crimson Hand members):

Known as a mind reader

Works as a recruiter for the Crimson Hand

Still comes off laid back and nonthreatening(and the guy who never shows up to Malicious’s meetings *coughs coughs*)

Reality:

The true leader of the Crimson Hand

Operates under the identity Malicious using a mask and altered voice

Secretly has a second ability: power suppression (He hides this completely, letting everyone believe mind reading is his only power)

Personally researches and selects every recruit; nothing happens without him knowing

Likes

Chocolate-covered anything (he has zero self control with it)

Expensive food and luxury experiences (he didn’t have that growing up)

Scented candles

Creating beautiful but eerie or emotional pieces that feel like they tell a story

People who are mentally a little “broken” or complicated

Pet Peeves / Triggers

Liars and people who break promises (especially when he already knows the truth)

Being used or someone wanting something without giving anything back

Gold diggers

People who think they’re smarter than him or try to outplay him

Loud construction noises

Being interrupted while working on his art

People who chew with their mouths open; just people with no table manners in general

Extra Info

Birthday: June 13th (Gemini)

Favorite food: Paella

Gets frequent migraines from constant mind reading and always has migraine medication on him to take

Keeps his mind reading ability on most of the time out of paranoia (yes he can choose to turn it off due to his other power ‘power suppression’)

Downplays his intelligence so people expect less from him

Hates cotton candy and straight up thinks it’s nasty

Grew up without luxury, so now he indulges in it

Has wanted to be an artist since he was a kid, it was his only real comfort and escape

Doesn’t believe he’s a good person and will correct people if they say he is one

Dion Backstory

(I would probably rate this pg 13, it does have dark themes but it’s not super descriptive and kinda skims over it a bit)

Hope you guys enjoy! ^^

Dion has always been the kind of man people trust without thinking about it. He’s naturally charismatic, quick with a smile, and effortlessly charming in a way that makes strangers feel comfortable around him almost immediately. People tend to describe him as warm, playful, and laid back, someone who seems easy to talk to and difficult to dislike. That image is not entirely false, but it is carefully maintained. Beneath the relaxed demeanor is someone extremely observant and calculating. Dion studies people constantly, quietly learning their habits, their insecurities, and the ways they can be influenced. Long before he ever developed supernatural abilities, he had already become very good at reading people. His charm is genuine in some ways, but it is also one of the most effective tools he has.

Dion grew up in poverty in Spain, in a home that never felt safe for long. Debt collectors were always at the door… shouting, threatening, sometimes throwing their belongings out into the street when money ran out. Eventually, his father abandoned the family, running off with Dion’s aunt and leaving his mother to raise the children alone. After that, she became bitter and volatile, often taking her anger out on the world and even on her own kids.

Dion had many siblings, but most didn’t survive their harsh upbringing. Illness took some of them away, while a few ran away from home never to be heard from again…until only his older brother remained, the only person who truly understood him. But even he couldn’t endure it forever. In the end, he took his own life, leaving Dion completely alone in a house that had already felt empty for years.

After that, Dion learned something important very quickly: if he wanted to survive, he had to adapt. At home there was chaos, resentment, and grief, but outside of it he could be someone else entirely. He became charming, polite, and socially intelligent because those traits made life easier. People liked him. Teachers trusted him. Girls flirted with him. At school he was even popular, and most people would have never guessed how different his life was the moment he walked back through his front door.

Eventually Dion was accepted into a student exchange program that would allow him to leave Spain for a while. His mother tried to guilt him into staying, reminding him of everything he supposedly owed her, but for once Dion didn’t give in. He chose to go anyway, quietly taking the first real opportunity he had ever been given to escape the life he grew up in.

Living in Japan was the first time Dion experienced anything close to stability. His host family welcomed him warmly, and their son, Takeshi, quickly came to see him as an older brother. For a while, Dion believed he had finally escaped his past.

During this time, he befriended a quiet, isolated student named Koji… someone most of the school avoided. Dion treated him kindly, seeing small parts of himself in the boy. Takeshi, however, often bullied Koji, and eventually things escalated beyond control. When Koji finally Shattered, his power manifested violently as toxic waste, melting Takeshi’s face in front of Dion.

In that moment, Dion Shattered too… but he didn’t realize it. Desperate for it to stop, his first power activated and suppressed Koji’s ability, halting the damage even though it had already been done. Because Dion's power was subtle and because he had no idea how to use it, Dion never understood what had happened. He would only come to realize it years later, after his second Shattering, making him the only person to have ever Shattered twice.

After the incident, Koji was hunted by officials and became known as “Waste,” a name tied to the destruction his powers caused. The tragedy shattered the host family. In their grief, they blamed Dion for bringing Koji into their lives, and eventually sent him away. Once again, Dion was forced to leave behind the closest thing he had to a real home and return to Spain.

Returning home felt like being dragged back into everything he thought he’d escaped. His mother had only gotten worse; unstable, buried in debt, and tied to dangerous people through drugs and desperation. Dion tried to fix it at first, working constantly and taking on responsibilities no teenager should have. He even got involved with the mafia just to help pay off what she owed, but no matter what he did, it was never enough. She kept making the same mistakes, digging them deeper every time, and Dion slowly grew to hate it; hate coming home to someone who used him, someone who would sacrifice him without hesitation if it meant saving herself.

Eventually, she did.

One of her deals put Dion directly in the hands of the people she owed. To them, he wasn’t her son, just something useful. Smart, capable, expendable and she knew that. By then, something in Dion was already cracking. Years of exhaustion, anger, and resentment had been building, ready to snap.

When it finally happened, they beat him nearly to death, and somewhere in that moment, between pain and fading consciousness he Shattered for the second time. Everything came flooding in at once: voices, thoughts, intentions. He could hear them clearly, the men hurting him thinking of him like he was nothing, like this was routine, like it didn’t matter. And then he heard his mother. She was begging, panicking but underneath it, her thoughts were selfish, bitter, and cruel, focused only on saving herself, not him.

That’s when Dion realized he could stop it. He had the power to intervene, to save her… but he didn’t want to. So he didn’t move. He watched her die, and in that moment, he felt finally at peace.

After everything that happened, Dion left Spain and rebuilt his life in London. The city’s growing art scene gave him something to cling to, and for the first time, things actually worked out. His paintings and sculptures gained attention, then money, then influence. Within a few years, he had his own studio, financial stability, and a reputation everything he’d never had growing up.

During that time, Dion unexpectedly reunited with his father, who had been living in London with the aunt he ran off with. They met while he was visiting, his father acting like nothing had happened… like he hadn’t abandoned him. Dion listened as he talked, listened to him say he missed him, but the truth was louder than the words. Through his ability, Dion could hear what he really meant, and it wasn’t love. It wasn’t regret. It was greed.

So when his father asked for one of his paintings, pretending it was sentimental, Dion already knew the truth—he just wanted to sell it, to profit off him.

Dion played along.

He told him he’d give it to him and arranged a private meeting. But when the time came, Dion never intended to go himself. He set it up so someone else would be there instead. Someone who would take care of it. Dion didn’t lift a hand, he just watched from a distance as his father and his wife were killed.

After that, something started in his head.At first, it was faint…easy to ignore. But it didn’t fade. It got worse.

Louder. Sharper. Suffocating.

Thoughts that weren’t his clawed through his mind, emotions bleeding into his own until he couldn’t tell what belonged to him anymore. There was no silence, no escape… just an endless flood pressing in from every direction.

It followed him back to his studio.

At first, he tried to ignore it. Tried to paint through it, to drown it out with something that used to feel like control. But his hands wouldn’t steady, his thoughts wouldn’t stay his own, and eventually the pressure became too much.

Something in him snapped.

In the middle of it, shaking, barely holding himself together, he grabbed a box cutter and drove it into his own eye, desperate to make it stop, desperate for even a second of quiet. It didn’t work.

The noise never stopped.

Since then, he’s kept his hair long enough to hide what’s left of it, and he doesn’t let anyone touch it. Ever.

Everything Dion went through left him with a simple belief: people use each other. He saw it everywhere growing up; family, criminals, authority figures, even the ones who claimed to care about him. At some point, he stopped fighting it. If that’s how the world worked, then fine, he’d make sure he was never the one being used again.

By the time he built a stable life in London through his art, he wasn’t just surviving anymore. He had money, influence, and control and he started thinking bigger.

At twenty-three, Dion bought a bar named the Velvet Mask. To everyone else, it just looked like a smart investment from a young, successful artist. But that was never the real point. Beneath it, he had a hidden underground space built, turning it into something far more private, a place where he could operate without interference. That space would eventually become the base of the Crimson Hand.

The bar itself is just a front. A place to meet, move things quietly, and keep everything looking normal on the surface. Dion technically owns it, but he rarely deals with it directly. Most of the work gets dumped on his manager while he focuses on what actually matters, running the Crimson Hand and growing its reach.

Over time, Dion started gathering people like him, Shattered individuals with unstable abilities and nowhere to go. Most of them were feared, misunderstood, or thrown away by society. Dion didn’t try to fix them. He didn’t care about making them “better.” Instead, he offered them something they’d never had before: a place where they were useful.

If they had power and proved loyal, they had a place in the Crimson Hand.

Slowly, the group grew into something dangerous, a tightly controlled network operating out of the underground space beneath his bar. Unlike most organizations, Dion didn’t build it on revenge or big ideals. His rules were simple: be useful, and don’t betray him. As long as someone met those standards, he didn’t care about their past.

Despite all of this, Dion still paints. He spends long nights alone in his studio, working in silence. It’s one of the only things in his life that feels real, something that belongs entirely to him. When he’s there, the calculating leader disappears, and for a while, he’s just… himself.