~Dion York~

~Nickname(s)~
Dio, The Hellhound (Fighting name)

~Age~
25 y/o

~Gender~
Male

~Sexuality~
Pansexual

~Appearance~
The man has an appearance that most remember very easily. Dion stands at an impressive 6’7 and has a toned, muscular build with broad shoulders. His natural skin color is rather light but it's almost always tanned from spending a lot of time in the sun.

He has a diamond shaped face with a strong jawline but not as prominent cheekbones. His nose is medium in size and straight and he has a pair of hooded brown eyes. The man's right eye is a bit cloudy compared to his left one and he has a scar that goes straight down, starting just above his eyebrow and ending halfway down his right cheek.

Dion keeps his hair at medium length and since he rarely bothers to fix it, it's kept in a middle part as it's what it naturally falls into. His natural hair color is brown but he has a habit of dying it in all different types of colors, currently it's dyed a dull red color.

The man's entire upper body is filled with scars and different tattoos. The tattoos are in a patchwork style, there's no meaning to most of them, just different pieces that he's designed by himself, only a small amount of them actually have stories behind them, stories that he's more than happy to tell others about. For piercings both his earlobes are pierced, one piercing in his left one and two in his right.

When it comes to clothes the man doesn't really have a certain style, most of the time you’ll find him in joggers or combat pants, shorts if it's really hot out, just something that he can move easily in, to that he usually wears some type of hoodie or a loose fitting tank top. He can sometimes be found wearing a cap or a beanie but it depends on the weather and what he feels like wearing for the day. The colors are usually in greyscale and it's very rare to see him with anything colorful on him, the most colorful thing about him being his hair.

Apart from his above average height, colorful hair and scarred face, there is one very unique thing about him that always makes people look twice, the man has cropped ears. Much like how you would crop a dog's ears, that’s what's been done to his. He doesn't like to talk about it much though and if you ask, he's most likely to just mutter something before ignoring you.

~Personality~
Dion may seem cold and unfriendly but he's far from it. When first meeting the man he's usually not very talkative and can be quite dismissive towards you but if you stick around long enough to get him to warm up to you then he reveals himself to actually be a really nice person.

He’s typically a calm person who doesn't get riled up and overly excited often. Dion’s humor is oftentimes quite dark and he can be pretty sarcastic. While he is friendly, he's also someone who the closer you are to him, the meaner he is towards you.

When the man gets angry, he doesn't act the way that most would think, he doesn't start screaming and acting aggressive towards those around him. Given that he's normally very calm, rarely ever raising his voice or threatening people, people who know him freak out when he does so and it's usually enough to scare others. He is very patient and can endure a lot before he even reacts though.

To those he cares about, he's as loyal as a dog and would risk anything to protect them. His friends are like his family and no one hurts his family, it's as simple as that. You may not think it due to how he looks and can first appear but he's also very gentle and good at reading others, as well as comforting them when he needs to.

~Likes~
Working out
Dogs
Drawing
The rain
Music

~Dislikes~
Gangs
Cocky people
The cold
Being bossed around
Coffee

~Strengths~
Skilled fighter ~ The man is an incredible fighter, and the fact that he's also very strong certainly doesn't make him worse.

High pain tolerance ~ Having had to endure a lot of pain during his life, he's grown quite tolerant to it.

Intimidating ~ Even if it's not intentional, Dion looks intimidating and just by walking into a room is he able to earn the respect of others instantly.

~Weaknesses~
Eyesight ~ He has an old injury on his right eye and his eye does appear a bit cloudy. While he hasn't lost his eyesight entirely on that eye, he sees very blurry out of it.

Night terrors ~ Due to his past he now suffers from night terrors, something he's never admitted to anyone but that he struggles with and some nights he barely gets any sleep at all thanks to them.

Bad liar ~ Dion is absolutely terrible at lying, he's never been good at it and it's very obvious when he lies.

The sun had slowly begun setting as the young man left his apartment, it was still light out and would be for some time but in the horizon you could see how the sky was starting to turn all different shades of orange, red and pink.

The young man by the name Dion walked down the street at a calm pace, currently dressed in a pair of black combat pants, a grey hoodie and a black cap that shielded his eyes from the low set sun and hanging from one shoulder was a duffel bag.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he was quick to pull it out and answer, “Yeah?”

“Hey, you here soon Dio? I just saw the guy you're up against and man, I think you might actually be in for a challenge tonight!” On the other end was his friend, Mickey, or at least that was what everyone called the man, Dion knew that it wasn't the man's true name after a confession Mickey had made while drunk but he had never found out the man's real name and since it didn't really matter, he didn't ask either, figuring that there was a good reason he had changed names.

“Just left my place, I’ll be there in like five but the matches don't start yet? Plus, I'm last out, always am, you know that,” he replied, stopping for a second to make sure that there were no cars coming before he crossed the street, “I’ll see you soon, just focus on not getting too drunk before I get there.”

“Yeah yeah, is it such a crime to wanna see my friend? Haven't seen you in like three weeks!” The man on the other line complained.

Dion chuckled softly before replying, “Don't blame me, I can't help that they haven't found me someone to fight until now. You know I need the money.”

Mickey could be heard sighing loudly on the other end of the line, “Maybe stop beating the shit out of everyone then and some people might actually want to fight you.”

“I thought that was the point, are you telling me I've been doing it wrong this whole time?” the man chuckled softly again before continuing, “Anyway, don't you have a job to do?”

“Cig break, but yeah, I should go back in now. It'll start filling up soon… Hurry!”

“I will, I will, relax. See you,” the man grinned slightly as he hung up. Mickey was a good friend of his but he was quite a lot more intense than himself. If what Mickey had said about his opponent tonight was true though then he actually looked forward to the match, it was getting a bit boring to meet all the cocky newcomers who thought they had what it took to beat him when they barely knew how to throw a punch.

((Didn't really know what to start with so I hope this works xD))

"Hey boss."

Grey eyes flicker up from the paperwork laid out on the desk. "What?" The voice was cold. The man who had entered, shifts on his feet slightly,"We're got reports of another gang moving in on us." Grey eyes narrow slightly,"Which one?" The man shifted again, seeming almost nervous. He knew the temper of his boss and he didn't like that he was the only one in the room with her. He would be the target of her fury if it exploded. "Which. One." The man finally answers,"The Diaz Cartel." An angry look came upon the women's face, the Diaz Cartel was a force to be reckoned with and not a gang to piss off.

"Hmm. Have they left any messages?" The man nods,"Just one... They said, stop now, before you end up in the gutter." The women nods, so they were leaving threats. She would have be careful from now on out. She didn't want to lose any of her men, or her own life for that matter. She waves the man off,"Alright. Go. Tell the others to be careful if they go outside." The man inclines his head and leaves the room, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving the woman alone in her office again.

The Viper.

That is what the world knew her as. Well, at least the people who knew of her. Very few knew her real name, even among her gang. She was a powerful women, running one of the largest and most powerful gangs in the city. However, they were not well liked by the bigger and more powerful gangs, so they often had to watch their backs. She was a very cunning woman and worked hard to get where she is. She was not about to let anyone rip it out from under her feet. She would need a body guard, someone to help watch her back when she was too busy with other things.

So with a heavy sigh she gets to her feet, pulling on her jacket as she goes. She typically wore simple clothes and that was what she was wearing at that moment. A black shirt , with a black jacket that went over it, the sleeves only going to the elbows. Black pants and some black tennis shoes. Her platinum hair was up in a ponytail and one of her tattoos were visible. The serpent wound around a scepter one that was on her inner right arm. She had a knife hidden among her jacket, and one tucked in a sheath hidden on her ankle. Then she had two guns on her. One in a holster on her hip and the other one was in a holster under her left arm, in the perfect position for her to grab it if needed.

She makes her way through the building, a few of her gang nodding to her as she passed. She was going out looking for a body guard. She would start in the fighting arenas. The illegal ones. They always had some fierce fighters.

(All good! I figure I have her walk inside just as he is starting his fight!)

After just a few more minutes of walking Dion walked into a bar, passing the bouncer and giving the man a nod. All the different bouncers knew him by now and they didn't bother stopping him, they just simply let him in. On the outside it just looked like a normal bar but if you walked through it and passed another bouncer then you would make your way into the basement where it all happened.

Dion didn't do that though, not immediately, since he was interrupted by the sound of someone else's voice.

“Dion! Come here doggie!”

The tall man didn't even have to look to know who it was, there was only one person who called him ‘Doggie’ and that was Mickey. He turned his feet towards the bar where he could see Mickey. His friend worked as a bartender and had been for the past year or so, it was beyond him how the man was able to keep the job, being a borderline alcoholic himself paired with a fiery temper but somehow, he was still here, sipping on a beer as Dion took a seat.

“Such a good boy, here you go, a beer for you,” Mickey said with a playful grin as he put a glass down in front of his friend, “They just started the first match from what I’ve heard. But seriously, the guy you're up against, fucking mountain, he’s gotta be the same height as you and like super buff, incredibly buff, I'm not even kidding.”

Dion sipped in the beer with an amused look, fully aware of the fact that his friend had a habit of exaggerating. “Oh yeah? What's he like as a fighter though?”

“Don't ask me that! Dude looked like he could crush your hand just by having you touch him though,” Mickey told him with wide eyes.

“Maybe time to start serving people their drinks instead of drinking them yourself,” Dion chuckled as he stood up and finished his beer, “Talk to you later Mick.”

“Not if you get beat and they gotta haul your ass to the hospital!” Mickey called after Dion who was making his way towards the basement.

He shook his head as his friends words, he wasn't really worried, it had been long since he'd been beat in a fight, it was getting to the point where the owners were pressing him to throw a fight in exchange for more money but he refused, even if the fights themselves were illegal he still wanted to stay as honest as possible.

He pushed open a door at the end of the staircase and was welcomed by the sound of music and cheering. They were in the middle of a fight and by the looks of it, one guy was already starting to go down. His brown gaze swept over the large room, for an underground fighting ring it was kept very nice and there was a lot of room, which was necessary seeing as there were always tons of people there.

Someone grabbed his arm, making him look down as they spoke to him, “Dion hun, we’ve got one match left after this one, hurry up and go change, will ya?” The words came from one of the owners, on the outside she looked like any sweet woman and she had a hint of a southern accent when she spoke but Dion knew the other side to her, the greedy and borderline aggressive one, and when that woman blew up, she was downright terrifying.

He offered the woman a smile as he replied, “On it May. Mickey says I'm in for a challenge tonight, is that true?”

“Depends on what you’ve been up to during those three weeks off,” she grinned at him slightly, revealing more than enough, finally he was up against someone who would put up a fight, “Now go change and don't make me ask ya again.”

“Yes ma’am,” Dion nodded at her before starting to make his way through the room, on the other side there was a door that lead to the changing rooms, really the basement of the bar was a lot like any regular gym and if shown a picture when it was empty, no one would guess that there was illegal fighting going on every weekend night.

Dion walked into the changing room, putting his duffel bag down on one of the benches before starting to undress and changing into a pair of black shorts before sitting down and starting to wrap his hands and then his feet for more stability once the fighting started.

((This got longer than what I intended it to xD))

After Dion had finished getting ready, he left the changing room to watch the last match before his finish. He stood leaned against a wall, chatting a bit with another fighter who he knew from before while they both watched the match. It was clear at this point who was going to win so they had both started losing interest and the other fighter was now also talking about the man that Dion was up against.

“I heard he’s got a mean right hook so watch out. Apparently he was on the way to become a professional boxer before he failed a drug test,” the man told him, causing Dion to raise an eyebrow, he was getting more and more excited to meet his opponent.

“Looks like I'm in for it tonight then,” Dion stated as he watched one of the fighters currently in the ring go down. He pushed himself off the wall as the man he'd been talking to wished him good luck and then the red-haired man started making his way towards the ring, watching some people drag the knocked out man out while the winner walked around, flexing his muscles while the crowd cheered. The fight wasn't much to boast about though, that match had been fixed. Many fighters accepted money for throwing matches just so that the ones holding them could make much more money from the match than they would if it had been played out fairly.

The winner finally stepped out of the ring and when he did, Dion stepped in, so did his opponent and Dion looked the man up and down. His opponent was tall, just slightly shorter than himself, shaved head and a beard, incredibly buff, broad shoulders and thick arms. Mickey describing him as a ‘fucking mountain’ actually wasn't too far off. He seemed strong but that wasn't all that mattered in a fight, far from it.

“And for tonight's last fight we’ve got everyone’s favorite… The Hellhound!”

Dion really wasn't a fan of that name, but he didn't have much of a choice, it was the name that people had started calling him when he first started fighting and then it had just stuck. He put on a grin as he looked at the crowd of people, showing off his muscles for a bit as they cheered, he wasn't much for bragging and while he knew he was a good fighter, he didn't like all the attention, he was fighting for the money, nothing else.

“Facing him today is the promising newcomer Stitches!”

As his opponent started showing off and doing his best to get the crowd riled up, Dion scoffed slightly. Newcomers were the worst, especially someone like ‘Stitches’ who didn't seem like they'd lost a fight in their life, the guy in front of him was used to winning, it was obvious, and he acted as though he owned the place.

“Let's not wait any longer and get on with it!”

The two fighters took their places, the bald one of the two looking about ready to charge the red-haired one while he was just looking at the man with an expressionless face.

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

It didn't take more than a second before Stitches pounced on him, throwing a right hook towards the side of Dion’s head but the man raised his guard and blocked it. He never started fighting right at the beginning when he was up against a new opponent, instead he just made sure to guard his head and figure out what type of fighter he was up against.

The thing with these underground fighting rings was that everything goes, punches, kicks, different wrestling grips and so on. Dion liked it but it did also mean that you never knew what fighting style your opponent had. He’d gotten lucky and found out that the man was a boxer so now all he wanted to see was which type, the fast and explosive with low stamina, the style-hitter, those who always had a lot of stamina but their punches were weak and more used to winning proper boxing matches by points for nice and correct hits, or the slower ones who just threw one hell of a punch when they did hit you.

This newcomer seemed to be part of the latter. The red-haired man allowed him to get in a few body shots, just in order to get a feel for how the man fought and just how strong he was. Very was the answer, very strong. It would be a lie to say that the hits didn't hurt but it was nothing that threw him off balance or made him lose focus.

The red-haired man could tell that the newcomer was getting sloppier and sloppier the more hits he was allowed to get in, the bald man was getting cocky and thinking that he had the upper hand.

Now given that the man was an ex-boxer that meant he wasn't used to kicks but Dion was. After letting Stitches get in another hit, he was quick to deliver a kick to the side of his opponent’s stomach. A look of surprise appeared on the newcomer's face and for a second, he lost focus. Dion took advantage of that and with a roundhouse kick, he got in a clean hit on the side of the man's face.

As he took a few steps back he watched Stitches stumble back a little and he waited for him to recollect himself and try to attack him again. It was no fun for him or the crowd if Dion just finished him already.

After a brief few seconds, Stitches came charging at him, the man was pissed and it showed all over his face. Dion blocked a hit towards his face but this time his opponent was faster compared to before and immediately went to hit him again, this time landing the hit right next to his right eye, that was sure going to hurt the next day. Being half blind in one eye usually didn't cause him too much trouble but now it had since he’d completely missed the fact that Stitches was about to hit him until he actually had.

His opponent seemed to notice as another hit came flying towards the right side of his face but this time he noticed and moved slightly to the side, dodging the hit, before he put all of his weight into a punch going straight towards Stitches face. Just as his fist connected with the other’s face, he received an uppercut and both men took a few stumbling steps back while glaring at each other. The red-haired one spit some blood onto the floor as the other man had blood gushing out of his nose, probably a broken nose.

When the bald man came at Dion again, about to hit him, Dion stepped closer before head butting his opponent, something that wouldn't fly in a professional match but here anything and everything went, and the crowd always loved it. Stitches gave another look of confusion before receiving a kick to his side and going crashing onto the ground.

Dion wasted no time and within seconds he was on top of the man, holding him down with his full weight and delivering punch after punch until the man went limp and someone tapped Dion on the shoulder. He got up and looked at the man one last time before turning to the crowd and listening to them cheer as he spit some more blood on the ground, he'd have to check where the blood was coming from later, hopefully he'd just bit himself but he could also have lost a tooth, hopefully not thought.

After letting the crowd cheer for a bit, he left the ring as one of the people working there came up to him with a bottle of water and a towel.

“Good job as usual,” said the young man, Joey. Joey was a good one, he'd been working there for about a year and would occasionally do a fight now and then, he was good, still a lot left to learn but there was a lot of potential.

He grabbed the towel and dried some sweat and blood from his face, “Thanks Joey, he was actually decent but he's still too much of a boxer, he needs to let loose and work on his speed, pick up a few new techniques perhaps.”

“Yeah! I noticed that too and he relies too much on just strength,” Joey added excitedly. “Oh and Dion? I was wondering if you had time to help me train someday?”

Dion looked at the young man and gave him a pat on the back, “Sure. I’m gonna change now but we can talk about a date later, alright?”