Dion Smith-Hart

"I love you Dion. I really do. I missed you a lot, my baby girl." "I love you too... dad"―August West and Dion Smith-Hart―
Dion Smith-Hart, also known as "Slayer's Plus One" or simply "Dion," was a human female child during the era of the Winterfall. Having learned basic necessities from her time with the Frostlights as a member of that settlement of fisher-men and general trade individuals, she lost her home at a sensitive age. Now a skilled practitioner at a young age in tracking, survival, proficient gun-use, and taekwondo―having been taught by her surrogate father, August West... she had several experiences having fought and won against smaller eldritch while assisting with larger ones. Known for her piss-off attitude and lack of patience with curious personalities, she isn't as approachable compared to other kids her age.
She is a deuteragonist for most of Sixth Sun Era's campaign one's first saga.
== Biography ==
=== Early Life ===
"I'm utterly bored. This is stupid."―Dion Smith-Hart
====== Her Childhood Years 2149-2161 ======
Born into a world of strife and upset, Dion was raised in the Frostlights, a diverse group of average wastelanders which started with a gathering of fishermen who wanted to govern themselves away from any government influence. They were nomads up until one point, where most of the members voted on settling in a specific area, due to the many resources it took to travel. One of their new home's requirements was the need of a close-by body of water to fish on. 
Her two parents, Clemont Smith and Talia Hart, influenced a lot of the traits that she has grown up with. Talia had a very courageous attitude and strong heart, which was what pulled Clemont into her, a humble and empathetic man. With this small group to call home, they were both assured that their baby girl would grow up to be fine. Dion spent her first twelve years with the Frostlights, eating fish as her main source of food, which would make her hate it in the future. When she had the time, she would do volunteer work as an excuse to stay in camp when patrols were assigned. A lot of kids her age thought of her as lazy for it, but she referred to it as her "brilliant thinking".
Her life was alright. She had heard and seen some Eldritch around her young years, but never encountered one face-to-face. The only training that she got for it was basic and, as she said, "useless". Even with the limit of skill that she had, she was never guessing to fight one of these beasts herself for a long time. 
It was a bitter silence that incorporated itself against each crevice and corner of the icy camp. The moon, majestic in its might, casted its haunting glow upon the night of stillness and solitude. In a world where even the bravest sought for the comfort of sanctuary. Yet, the cloak of the sky did not extend itself to hide the sudden pitch of agony that pierced through Dion's ears. She woke up to the shaking of her father. His sweat expressed the panic that was taking over any reason in his actions. Soon enough, her mother came to knock sense into him, trying to recollect every hint of survival that they had. No one could blame them. It was difficult to stand against the abyss of mortality's embrace, with a call to death, who only mercy's hand reached. The dance of the erratic shadows concerned all who glimpsed. A horde of malicious monsters descended onto the territory of Frostlight, The snow soaked the blood drawn with winds carrying on the echoes of the last shriek. In the midst of chaos, Dion would lose both her parents, as well as herself. She ran towards the nearest exit with her backpack, until she felt something small grasp her through the snow. It held her but she was sure not to scream because doing so would worsen her prospects. Dion tried to squeeze off, but to no avail. Then, at the precise moment when she would abandon hope, a woman emerged from the dense mists. 
Draped in a protective shroud of a thick scarf and goggles, her identity concealed, yet Dion's memory held a vivid image of her unmistakable clear pink-toned eyes. The woman shoved her out and shot at the limb, "Run, girl! Far from the gunfire- and don't stop until it's out!" The little girl did as so. Her steps faltered, betraying her uncertainty as she weaved through the dark, retracing her path to regain her footing. Gradually, the cacophony of screams and gunfire subsided, swallowed by an eerie silence that enveloped the air, leaving her alone with the remnants of chaos. In the desolation of a lonesome city, devoid of life, she stood alone. The girl was surrounded by a chill that pierced through the layers of her clothing. The breeze whispered its icy breath, leaving her shivering in the grip of winter's unforgiving bite. There were a lot of emotions that contaminated the thoughts that she had. The one that stood out the most was fear. An inevitable fear of being alone forever, without a way to connect her steps back to her parents; home. Dion would step through an endless pitch of night when she took sight of a shadow that seemed to be bent over. The curious and helpless girl grew closer and tried to go for a bush. 
 
====== Clay to Mold ======
A cloaked man had heard her steps. The unfamiliar man turned and ordered the figure to emerge, in which she obviously obeyed out of fear. He realized how this was a lonesome kid amid the sinister depths of the city. It was now an unasked responsibility of his to guide the thirteen-year-old girl into a safer place. She would follow him into one of the eroded buildings that loomed over the quiet city. The man started a fire and rested. There, they both introduced their names to be August and Dion. He inquired the reason to her lost sense, in which she would vaguely alluded to a complication within her group, Frostlights. The man made a promise to find and return the girl to her family again. The living sun would peak over the dead trees, casting its glow into the next destination, Bargetown. 
Bargetown was home to every kinds of people, not all accepting of those who would pass through its doors. By the gate was the friend that August had shortly described, Jacky Anderson. He had told Dion to refer to him as "baldspot", a tease amongst the two men. Jacky's job entailed safeguarding the individuals that came through by verifying their identification. The kid was new to this place and able to venture into the staircase that led to the main plaza. Every corner was crowded by peculiar people and things she had never encountered before. The three of them reached a popular burger shack. Its meat quality wasn't the best, but Dion welcomed to indulge something that wasn't the usual seafood taste. August told the girl about being occupied with tasks inside the scrap settlement, resulting in them sharing a modest two-story motel room. She was incapable of almost everything, hindered by her limitations. The man sensed that struggle and recognized the necessity for certain skills that she would require for the unfamiliar world beyond her shelter. He offered her training on essential abilities such as combat, shooting, and climbing. A long-term commitment that ultimately benefit the duo in the future.
The sessions begun with combat. He shared the correct way to maintain a correct form and used his fist as a demonstration. The girl was not fully engrossed in his teachings, but she gave it a try. The last assignment entailed a series of punches and blocks where August acting as the dummy. These exercises shortly shaped the girl of her skill.
====== The Seed ======
For weeks, Dion had trained with the bless of August's teaching. A combination of punching, shooting, and patience. Reading and cooking were also part-time hobbies that she involved herself into. It was one lesson that stood out to her the most. 
Category:Wastelanders
Category:Status : Deceased