Chion is the name I give to my anger and the side of myself that reacts rather than thinks. When Chion dominates my personality, I am usually angry. This doesn't happen often, as I hate to be ruled by rage, but it isn't unheard of either.
I like to think that I am an open minded and fair person, and things like prejudice and injustice really get to me. At those times, I can often feel Chion stir inside me, and I feel like I have to restrain myself. Sometimes I do things I regret - I used to have a pull-out desk in my room, until I ripped it apart trying to control myself. Fortunately, I've never seriously injured a living person (and plan to keep that statement true!).
Chion sometimes appears when I'm calmer too. Chion includes the part of myself that likes to keep other people just slightly off balance when they have to deal with me. Chion also accounts for at least some of my strange sense of humour.
The name "Chion" comes from a story I read about a small village in a snowy region. The village was surrounded by a huge and calm snowfield, which was usually possible to cross by walking. But occasionaly, a giant worm-like monster called the Chion would burst out from the snow and devour anyone who happened to be crossing.