[ manny jacinto, cis-man, he/him ] Look who just landed! VALERIO âVALâ DIZON, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps youâre not worried as FORCE LEADER of THE OVERSEERS. The city has plenty of spots for a 34 year old HEXTECH USER like you. Youâll be known in the city soon enough as THE MARBLE HAND, being RIGHTEOUS and CREDULOUS.
OOC INFO
OOC: Jun, PT, any pronouns/siya
Museâs Name(s): Valerio âValâ Dizon
Tagging System: Below
Interview: Here
STATISTICS
Full Name: Valerio Dizon
Nickname: Val
Date of Birth: October 4, 2371
Gender: Cis-man
Pronouns: He/him
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Romantic Orientation: Panromantic
Current Age: 34
Modification: Hextech User â White Titanium Gauntlets AKA The Marble Hands
Affiliation: The Overseers
Birthplace: Marwar District, New Jakarta
Current Neighbourhood: Sora, New Jakarta
Occupation: Force Leader of The Overseers
Known Languages: Tagalog (native), English (native), Mandarin (conversational), Bahasa Indonesian (conversational), Japanese (conversational)
APPEARANCE
Faceclaim: Manny Jacinto
Height: 5'11"
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Hair Colour: Black
Clothing Style: Usually in uniform, otherwise minimal, clean, and comfy a la Scandinavian Minimalist coreÂ
Jewellery: Multiple rings to fidget with if heâs not wearing his gauntlets, but very deliberately keeps his ring finger free
Tattoos: N/A
Marks/Scars: A few burn scars from his time in the bakery, numerous scars from front-line duty, and a larger scar on this back that he got during âtrainingâ when he first got recruited into the Overseers
Modifications: Hextech user
Scent/Fragrance: Like freshly baked bread
FAVOURITES
Likes: Any sort of freshly baked bread or pastry, Filipino drink desserts, a good time in karaoke
Dislikes: Criminals with no remorse, disorderly conduct, people who leave less than 5 star reviews about his momâs bakeryÂ
Hobbies: Basketball, baking, recipe development
Habits: Fidgeting with rings or the crystals on his gauntlets, code-switching between more casual and formal talk off/on duty
One Cherished Item:Â A personalized apron and oven mitt set from Santi for their six month anniversary
BIOGRAPHY
Always "Val," and never "Valerio Dizon"âunless it was his mother scolding him for staying out too late. Val was the kind of guy who made people feel at ease. Popular, good-natured, the one whoâd help walk an old lady across the street without a second thought or share his lunch with a classmate whoâd forgotten theirs. Up until high school, he never aspired to be anything more than what he was, a regular kid with a decent life in New Jakartaâs Marwar District.
Born to a single mother who ran the family bakery, Valerioâs Bake Shop, Valâs life followed a comfortable, if predictable, routine. The bakery was a local favorite, known for its warm, flaky pastries and the kind smile his mother greeted everyone with. For Val, the future seemed simple: heâd take over the bakery, maybe work part-time during college, and continue the family tradition. Ambition wasnât something that had crossed his mind. Why would it? Life was normal. It was fine.
But even in his laid-back existence, he held an unwavering belief in justice. Though he was one of the popular kids, Val always made sure everyone was included, that no one felt left out. Heâd step in when the neighborhood kids got too rough, making them apologize if they bumped into someone. Laws and order kept life safe, and thatâs how Val liked it. Stable. Secure.
Until it wasnât.
The robbery was a shock. A bakery of all places. The desperation in New Jakarta was growing, people were hungryânot just for food, but for survival. Val remembers running home, heart pounding, fearing the worst. The storefront window was shattered, glass littering the sidewalk, but his mother, though shaken, was unharmed. Relief washed over him, but reality punched him straight in the faceâtheir safety had been an illusion, a fragile thing easily broken as the bakeryâs window.
At the scene, Valâs eyes were drawn to an Overseer, an imposing figure clad in sleek armor, weapons glowing with the eerie light of Hextech crystals. The Overseer moved with authority, surveying the damage with a calm, focused demeanor. Val had never seen anything like it. The man approached him, asked if he was the ownerâs son. When Val nodded, the Overseer placed a heavy, gloved hand on his shoulder. âBe strong,â he said, his voice steady. âProtect your mother. We wonât always be here.â
Those words struck something deep within Val. The Overseerâs presence, the power he wielded, and the responsibility he boreâit all crystallized in Valâs mind. He wanted to be strong enough to protect those he loved, to uphold the laws that kept people safe. For the first time, Val felt a drive, a purpose that went beyond the bakery and the simple life heâd always imagined.
From that day on, Valâs path shifted. With less than a year before his high school graduation, he poured himself into his studies, especially anything that would help him understand the law, justice, and the workings of the city. He trained his body, pushing himself to physical limits heâd never considered before. His mother supported him, proud of his newfound determination, even if it meant a different, bigger, future than sheâd envisioned.
Val joined the Overseers as soon as he was able, climbing the ranks with a mix of hard work, innate talent, and that fierce belief in justice that had always been a part of him. He specialized in Hextech weaponry, just like the man he admired all those years ago. His titanium white gauntlets becoming his signature, earning him the nickname âThe Marble Hand.â
Despite his rise, Val never lost that good-natured, approachable side. He was known for his fairness, his refusal to bend the rules, but also for his empathy. He argued for mercy when he believed people were victims of circumstance, remembering his own past and the desperation he had seen in the eyes of those who had turned to crime.
Now, as the Force Leader of the Overseers, Val is in a position of power he never sought but fully embraced. He sees himself in the new recruits, those young, eager faces that remind him of the boy he once wasâthe one who had no real ambition until the day his world was shaken. Val takes it upon himself to mentor them, to instill in them the same belief in justice that drives him. Heâs seen the darkness in the city, but heâs also seen the light, and heâs determined to guide the next generation of law enforcers, and anyone else he can bring along, towards that light.
RELATIONSHIPS AND CONNECTIONS (More TBA)
Mother - Marigold Santos Dizon
Val had always admired his mom. Growing up, he was a bit of a bratâhe can admit that nowâbut looking back, he feels a little sorry for the way he acted. It wasnât until he got older that he realized the situation they were in: a single mom running a bakery by herself, keeping everything together with sheer willpower and ungodly early mornings. Val remembers how she would wake up at 3 or 4 in the morning to get the dayâs stock of baked goods going, a routine that seemed as natural to her as breathing.
By the time Val was in high school, he couldnât just watch her do it all alone. He started getting up early too, helping her out before heading off to practice. It wasnât much, but he wanted to do his part. Those early mornings taught him perseverance, a trait he knows he inherited from her.
Now, as he climbs the ranks in the Overseers and dreams of a better future for both himself and the city, he wishes he could do more for her. Val hopes to see her retire soon, but he wonders if she could really let go of the bakery. Itâs been her lifeâs work, her pride. Would she find fulfillment in retirement, or would she miss the routine, the sense of purpose it gave her?
One thing Val does know, however, is that she keeps asking when heâs going to get married. She says it doesnât matter who, as long as heâs happy. Val finds her persistence amusing and endearing, a reminder that no matter how much his life changes, some thingsâlike his momâs unconditional love and prized pandesal recipeâwill always stay the same.
Boyfriend - Santi Amarin-Zhao
The words were already spilling out of his mouth before he could think. He had just finished a routine line of questioning, and before Val knew it, his next question had him asking out New Jakartaâs most eligible bachelor and X Academyâs CEO on a date. Valâs heart nearly stopped as he realized what heâd doneâheâd never fumbled like that before when asking someone out. He was about to apologize, to take it back, but then Santi said, âSure.â Just like that.Â
Theyâve gone on quite a few dates since then, and Val likes to think theyâre going steady, exclusive even. But he canât help noticing the walls Santi has put up. Their relationship isnât public, Santi avoids any kind of PDA, and sometimes he feels just out of reach, even during late nights when itâs just the two of them in bed. Itâs like Santiâs there, but not fully there.
Still, it doesnât shake Valâs faith in him. He trusts Santi. They both want the same thing, right? For this city to be better, safer. Val tells himself thatâs enough, even if getting closer to Santi feels like trying to touch something through glass.
















