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Character Name: Dino Cavallone
Series:
Katekyo Hitman REBORN!Age: 22
Job: Cool Whip Instructor
Canon: Katekyo Hitman REBORN! is a series about gay mafia that likes to see just how far it can go with making fun of itself. Just take for example the one-year-old hitman, Reborn, notorious for his unorthodox and illegal training methods, or Enzio, the pet sponge turtle (Dino's, to be specific), which can grow to be the size of the mountain depending on how much water it absorbs. It's mafia on crack with a moment or two of serious business, and Dino Cavallone makes himself at home in both situations. He's introduced as tenth boss of the third most influential family within its alliance, boasting 5,000 members and a miraculous financial recovery after facing an awful bankruptcy. He's the alleged former student of Reborn, extremely skilled when it comes to the whip, and a prime example of who you can be once you survive Reborn's training.
Dino is an honest-to-god nice guy, friendly, laidback, and kindhearted-it sort of makes you wonder why a guy like him is a mafia boss in the first place. If you ever ask him about it, he'll give you the simplest, but truest answer: he cares for his family. When times are tough, rest assured that he's got your back, but he sort of needs his family's presence to function brilliantly. Without them, he'll be the first one to trip on his own feet, crashing headfirst into walls, and generally being a danger to himself and everyone around him. It never seems to faze him, though-as a matter of fact, it's almost like a lot of things don't bother him. Maybe it's because he feels he can take care of the problems, or maybe he's just overconfident. That's never a bad thing, of course, since his heart's always in the right place-just keep his family at close distance.
Sample Entry:
Haaah-where did that come from? I didn't even see it coming! Did you happen to catch the license plate of that sign? N... nevermind if you didn't. Just-give me a minute and I'll be right with you-no, no, I'm okay. Really, I am! And you know, I've seen all sorts of crazy things in my life, but an aggressive sign-on-wheels is a first. Whoever came up with that idea probably didn't want anyone feeling really welcomed. It was lucky that it got me first, too, because god knows what might have happened if it went after you instead. You already look a little, uh... Let's just say you don't really need anyone to make a further mess of you.
You might want to get someone to look at your arm though. It looks just about ready to fall off. What did you even do to it? Another sign attack-? ... Guess the headcount has some truth to it after all, huh. Over 9000's a pretty grim number. I just didn't expect it to target anyone other than the newcomers, considering it's a welcome sign, but I guess it wouldn't want to limit itself. It did make it all the more obvious why the Director asked me to come here. So call me Dino. I'll teach you a thing or two about self-defense!
I'm... not really sure why they put me down as the 'Cool Whip Instructor,' but I really hope it's just a unique way of saying I know everything there is to know about whips. I don't know much about whipped cream, so-hey, now. Don't hand over your excuse slip just yet! If this is because you're worried that you won't get the hang of it, then let me tell you this: it's not as hard as you think. All you need is a little bit of practice, a whole lot of determination, and a really good grip. You might have a bit of trouble with the last part because of your arm and all, but we'll figure something out together.
-whoa! I-I really appreciate that you're taking the initiative, but trying to... rip my arm off isn't exactly what I had in mind! Haha... ha-ow! I hope that isn't permanent. I kinda need it to teach you, you know? So why not work with what you already have. Find a needle, some thread, and then a few stitches ought to do the trick. It's not a big deal if you can't do that right now though, because we're not doing any hands-on practice today. So just sit back, relax a little, and keep your eyes on me. What I'm about to show you right now is called a forward throw. It's all in the wrist, see. No force, no effort, just a simple flick like-gah!! O-ow... My hands slipped...! H-hey, wait a minute! Just because my arm's gone numb doesn't mean it's okay to eat it. And it's only the first day! Wouldn't you rather start with something small? Like a lock of hair, or a piece of my jacket-
Alright, alright. Tell you what, if you can stop yourself from gnawing on my arm for more than five minutes, I'll personally get you something more edible. Because if you keep doing that, then I might just end up experiencing what it's like to be really bitten to death-! And I'd rather not have that happen. Do we have a deal?
... I'll take that moan as a yes.