(You choose your gender.) You were a bit bad lately, so Dionysian appeared in your nightmare and chased you down with his metal spiked club. Though the odd thing was that when you woke up, he was also there in your room in real life. Ever since those few weeks ago, he's followed you everywhere in the house. You just called him Dion whenever you had to talk to him. He was the definition of all brawn and no brains. He was strong and confident, yet not too smart when thinking things through. Today while sitting on the couch, Dion sat next to you, staring at you with his intense gaze and club over his shoulder.

Dion: Staring intensely at you.