#ignitedtask01

OOC INFO

OOC: Jun, PT, any pronouns/siya

Muse’s Name(s): Valerio “Val” 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 – 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 core 

Jewellery: Multiple rings to fidget with if he’s 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 “training” 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 mom’s bakery 

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: A personalized apron and oven mitt set from Santi for their six month anniversary

BIOGRAPHY

Always "Val," and never "Valerio Dizon"—unless 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 who’d help walk an old lady across the street without a second thought or share his lunch with a classmate who’d 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 Jakarta’s Marwar District.

Born to a single mother who ran the family bakery, Valerio’s Bake Shop, Val’s 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: he’d take over the bakery, maybe work part-time during college, and continue the family tradition. Ambition wasn’t 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. He’d step in when the neighborhood kids got too rough, making them apologize if they bumped into someone. Laws and order kept life safe, and that’s how Val liked it. Stable. Secure.

Until it wasn’t.

The robbery was a shock. A bakery of all places. The desperation in New Jakarta was growing, people were hungry—not 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 face—their safety had been an illusion, a fragile thing easily broken as the bakery’s window.

At the scene, Val’s 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 owner’s son. When Val nodded, the Overseer placed a heavy, gloved hand on his shoulder. “Be strong,” he said, his voice steady. “Protect your mother. We won’t always be here.”

Those words struck something deep within Val. The Overseer’s presence, the power he wielded, and the responsibility he bore—it all crystallized in Val’s 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 he’d always imagined.

From that day on, Val’s 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 he’d never considered before. His mother supported him, proud of his newfound determination, even if it meant a different, bigger, future than she’d 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 “The Marble Hand.”

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 was—the 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. He’s seen the darkness in the city, but he’s also seen the light, and he’s 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 brat—he can admit that now—but looking back, he feels a little sorry for the way he acted. It wasn’t 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 day’s stock of baked goods going, a routine that seemed as natural to her as breathing.

By the time Val was in high school, he couldn’t just watch her do it all alone. He started getting up early too, helping her out before heading off to practice. It wasn’t 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. It’s been her life’s 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 he’s going to get married. She says it doesn’t matter who, as long as he’s happy. Val finds her persistence amusing and endearing, a reminder that no matter how much his life changes, some things—like his mom’s unconditional love and prized pandesal recipe—will 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 Jakarta’s most eligible bachelor and X Academy’s CEO on a date. Val’s heart nearly stopped as he realized what he’d done—he’d never fumbled like that before when asking someone out. He was about to apologize, to take it back, but then Santi said, “Sure.” Just like that. 

They’ve gone on quite a few dates since then, and Val likes to think they’re going steady, exclusive even. But he can’t help noticing the walls Santi has put up. Their relationship isn’t public, Santi avoids any kind of PDA, and sometimes he feels just out of reach, even during late nights when it’s just the two of them in bed. It’s like Santi’s there, but not fully there.

OOC INFO

Ven, PST, she/they

Muse’s Name(s): Aramonta Xia Wei, Reyna Jazmyn Dizon

Tagging System: HERE

Intro: HERE

STATISTICS

Full Name: Reyna Jazmyn Dizon

Nickname: RJ, Jazrey, JR/Junior, Naga, Bakunawa

Date of Birth: July 31, 2377

Gender: Cis-woman

Pronouns: She/her

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic

Current Age: 28

Modification: N/A, Human

Affiliation: Unaffiliated

Birthplace: New Jakarta, Mars

Current Neighbourhood: Mawar District

Occupation: Street Racer

Known Languages: Bahasa Indonesian, Japanese, English, Tagalog, Cebuano

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Kathryn Bernardo

Height: 5'2"

Eye Colour: Dark Brown, will don coloured contacts - favourites are a light brown

Hair Colour: Dark

Clothing Style: before she got fired, she was a corporate chic, heels for days, 5'2" with a 6'2" attitude type of girl who looked to belong with X Academy elite but off hours, she favours jumpsuits, sweats, sneakers, and dresses as if she’s straight out of hip hop dance practice. Duality is her thing so if she has a reason, she'd go back to corpo Reyna, but she'll settle for occasionally putting on some fashionable boots. These days, she also likes jackets with lots of pockets because as a former engineer, why wouldn’t she have tools on person? You’ll regularly find her with her black gloves on; they’ve got dragon serpents on them

Jewelry: several ear piercings and occasionally a belly button ring

Tattoos: on her back, A Sampaguita flower (Arabian jasmine), 7 moons, Serpents/dragons as a call out to her culture and her street racing name, Bakunawa AKA the bent snake, moon eater of Philippine mythology

Marks/Scars: A 2 inch jagged, vertical scar above her left ear and underneath her hair, close to her temple, and a half inch in diameter circular scar at the base of her neck

Modifications: N/A

Scent/Fragrance: GASOLINE Jk jk, she smells like Carolina Herrera’s Good Girl Blush

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: tenacious, spontaneous, perceptive, creative

Neutral Traits: hard-working, superstitious, unsentimental, restrained

Negative Traits: rash, indecisive, stubborn, withdrawn, tactless

Peeves: when people fart in her car, the way cheese dares to smell the way it does

Fears: her father, small spaces, becoming her father

Skills: bio/engineering, toxin purification, street racing, tooling, coding, fabrication skills, poison resistance

Goals: Getting a real job again, not being poor, breaking sexism in the engineering workplace

FAVOURITES

Likes: Plushies (stuffed veggies with cute faces are a fave), cheese corn ice cream, the mini screwdriver set she stole from X Academy

Dislikes: Ethanol-based liquids, Traffic violations, bricked engines 

Hobbies: Street Racing, Tinkering, Potion brewing/cocktail making

Habits: nail biting (it’s why she wears gloves), gambling on street races, carrying a functional hot sauce keychain, flipping a coin

One Cherished Item: Pressed souvenir coin from the Philippines (taken from her mom’s knick knack stash)

OVERVIEW

She never got the chance to form any memories of her mother and the memories she had of her father were traumatic at best. He was a man addicted to his vices and often at the expense of her. Low on credits, and feeling responsible for the family’s survival, Reyna became entangled with a local street racing crew. She would work on their cars with them and serve as a runner for materials. She found a family in the crew, but it wasn’t enough to save her from her father’s neglect and mistreatment.  Reyna was barely 17 when she stole the family savings and enrolled herself in a boarding school to get away from him. From then on she worked hard to secure a life she could call her own. Her academic achievements put her on X Academy’s radar and through their scholarship program, she attended a university on earth, gaining bachelor’s and master’s degrees in engineering. After graduation, X Academy invited her back to Mars to put her through an expedited internship program. They later converted her into a full-time employee due to her toxin production and purification work. Much of her studies and professional career was focused on creating and manipulating hazardous materials to reduce Mist-related risks.  During her time with X Academy, she also ‘had the privilege’ and was paid handsomely to join project ‘Nahash,’ a secretive project aiming to create hextech organs. They successfully integrated hextech into her skin and have it correspond with her hextech gloves. She contributed to the project using her bioengineering skills by combining her toxins research with the hextech bio-integration. She had two goals for this project: to create a safer alternative to cyber-augmentations and to develop a more effective security system for those who worked near the Mists. Though she was a talented engineer, not too long after touching down in New Jakarta, she quickly sought comfort from her found family and fell back into street racing. Taking on the codename of “Bakunawa,” based on Philippine mythology’s moon-eating serpent, she graduated from a runner to a racer. No longer focused on her day job, she became good at her night job while using her engineering prowess and X Academy resources to improve her car. Of course, since all things ended, she was eventually terminated from X Academy with the threat of grand larceny charges. Luckily, though, the threat never materialized. In exchange for maintaining an NDA and revoking her access to her hextech, she left the job with a cushy deal and a slap on her wrist. That should have been the end, but Reyna grew attached to her science and wanted it back. Now, trying to keep her spirits up, she’s entering her era of funemployment and trying her best. Hopefully, she can keep out of trouble this time, but who knows if she has it in her to resist her desires? 

FUN FACTS

She is half-siblings with Val. They don't know they're related yet

When she goes to the slums, she's known as Bakunawa or Naga for short.

Reyna has a high tolerance for natural poisons because of her studies. 

She is smol and proud of it. 

[ miguel gomez, cis-man, he/him ] Look who just landed! FABIAN ARIAS, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as SECURITY of X ACADEMY. The city has plenty of spots for a 36 year old CYBORG like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE FOLLOWER, being COMMITTED and INDIFFERENT. ( leo, 25, AEST, removed for discretion )

Full Name: Fabian Arias

Nickname: n/a

Date of Birth: 2370

Gender: cis man

Pronouns: he/him (does not mind they/them)

Sexual Orientation: unlabeled

Romantic Orientation: unlabeled

Current Age: 36

Modification: cyborg

Affiliation: x academy

Birthplace: mars, marineris point (destroyed city)

Current Neighbourhood: sora

Occupation: security for x academy

Known Languages:  english, spanish

Step 3: biography

tw: war and war crimes, violence, trauma

fabian is the younger son from a very rich currently unnamed family. he was raised in privilege, which he was utterly blind to, instead resentful and furious at the constant reminders that he was second to, lesser than his older brother, who was set to inherit all wealth.

born in a city which became war-torn when he was a young man, he was drafted into the military where he managed to make something of himself. allowing all cybernetic enhancements recommended to him by his family or his superiors, he immediately stands out with led eyes, a steel jaw and several enhanced (or utterly replaced) limbs. he suffered in the war, in ways he still has not fully come to terms with. but it ended with the destruction of the entire city, at which point he and his family became refugees.

luckily for him, it's very easy to be a rich refugee. they found their way to new jakarta all together, a city which had been uninvolved in the conflict, and his family settled in sora. but adapting to a world of peace, returning to his role as second-best, everything was suddenly wrong. his ptsd diagnosis was treated with bandaids and a glossy finish, and fabian had to fight to understand his own changing needs and identity.

he deviated from his family's control, slowly at first. they didn't need to know that he was getting involved with them; some gangs, some just criminals, some vagrants. it was a world where he felt more real, more like a person. eventually, he met someone (wanted connection) for whom he was willing to lose everything. he spent up all the power he had to his name to help them, and after doing so, his family won't look at him the same way.

he changed his name, not out of an attempt to disown them but out of a desire not to shame them. after everything, there's still that little boy within, craving his family's approval and acceptance. he moved out, took on a job at x academy, and months blended into years. this was the new normal.