Dominic "Dom" Irving
Dominic towers over other kids his height at six-foot-nine. Dom is the tallest of kids his age and it works out just perfectly for him as an athlete. He is built of solid muscle and is what others would describe as "ripped". Another distinguished feature about Dom is his large weight compared to how lean he is. He has so much muscle mass that he weighs in at two-hundred and forty pounds.
Dom's skin is a lightly tanned tone that matches well with his light brown hair. His hair falls down to about his neck and can be described as a shaggy style. His eyes are a dark green color and many girls have said they find them to be very attractive. Most people wouldn't describe Dom as a ladie's man but, many girls have been drawn to him because of physical attraction.
During the summer season Dominic can be seen wearing a bro-tank paired with some light tan khaki shorts. When the season's start to turn to a colder weather, Dom rocks a pair of khaki pants and a crimson sweater with a dress shirt underneath. As for his attire during sports, he likes to pull back his hair in a ponytail when he is involved in athletics. Dom doesn't mind his robotic legs and doesn't hesitate to show them off. He prefers to keep them uncovered but during the winter when it is below freezing, his legs can start to disfunction.
Born in Glasgow, Scotland, Dom grew up in the slums of the city with his mother, father, and two brothers. The family was often thrown from their homes because of their lack of money and inability to pay the bills that they owed. They would shelter in the streets and often be starving from lack of food. From a young age, Dominic was an exceptionally talented athlete and he learned many sports and loved them all. He soon became a star athlete on the playground but, was never able to play organized sports because of his family's lack of money. The government soon became aware of the family's situation and since they were unable to support the three boys they went up for adoption.
At age six Dominic was officially adopted into the home of the Ninneman's in Riverdale, Georgia. Emotionally scarred from being pulled away from his family, Dom grew to be a withdrawn and anti-social individual. Riverdale was better than being homeless but, not by much. He was enrolled in a public school where he was bullied for his accent and for his white skin. In that city, the blacks were plenty but, Dom was the only caucasian in the area. His new parents supported him though and tried to get him to come out of his shell. To do this they enrolled him in a football camp just to make some friends. There even without knowing the game, Dom excelled in all aspects of the game.
Dominic finally found something that he loved and that wouldn't leave him. Something that he could use to run away from his troubles, something that he wouldn't lose. As Dominic kept growing, his athletic prowess also grew. He started basketball, baseball, track, and soccer. Now he could finally use his skills to assist a real team and he led all his teams to a state championship at the age of 9. By that time the kids at school loved him. They now longer mocked Dom or called him names. Instead they praised him for his athletic abilities and said that the very things they mocked were what was unique and nice about him.
Now Dom had all that he had ever asked for, a loving family, friends that cared for him, and the one thing that he loved the most... sports. At age fourteen Dominic was completely dominating the sports scene. He was only a freshman, yet he made varsity squads on all the sports he played. Dom was already being heavily recruited by college teams all around the nation. He was invited for interviews on the news and even to late night shows. Dom was the talk of the nation, a boy raised in the slums of Scotland who came to the ghettos of Georgia was now one of the greatest athletes in the nation. Everyone knew him in Basketball because of his sick handles. Everyone knew him in Baseball for his ability to stroke the ball. Everyone knew him in track as the fastest guy around. Everyone knew him in Football as the man with the golden arm and crazy jukes. Dom was living the good life, and he knew it. But he always remembered his roots and stayed humble.
Even though Dom was getting so much attention from the media he couldn't escape the horrors of the city he lived in. Dom's parents were extremely strict about his habits out of the house and they made him stay inside the house after dark no matter the situation. That is, except one exception. It was the football game to determine who would be going to the state championship and was now inl Triple Overtime. Both of Dom's parents would have given up almost anything to stay but, they both had night shift jobs that they had to attend. The game lasted until one in the morning with, Dominic's team coming on top. Dom celebrated with his team and with his house being close by the team's football field he turned down all the ride offers that he had recieved and decided to walk the mile home.
Was it fate that day? Was it just coincidence? Maybe it was karma... but what for? The thoughts all raced through the head of the fourteen year old boy as he lay on the sidewalk, soaked in his own blood. The two legs that had just ran into the endzone for the game winning touchdown were now across the street from where Dominic was. The arm that had been used for throwing those deadly curveballs hung by a thread of muscle. When Dom had been walking home there were gunshots. It was just another gang war down the street, Dom had thought and kept on his trek home. Then skidding around a corner came an escalade packed full of men yelling and screaming. Dom just put his head down and pretended not to notice. But seconds after, another car also filled with people came down the same corner. They started firing away at the first car and the first car started firing back. Dom just ducked as soon as he heard the gunshots. He lay on the ground, hands on his head waiting for the two cars to pass by. As soon as they did Dom got up and used that famous speed of his to get home as quick as possible. He neared the Ninneman household but, just as soon as he crossed the street to enter his home a car came speeding down the road. It was the same car that had been involved in the gang fight earlier and there was another car coming in hot behind it. Don ran as fast as he could but a bullet caught his leg. He fell in the middle of the street. Another bullet him, now in the arm. A shotgun blast hit him straight in the legs. The cars kept coming. One bump. Two bumps. Three. Four.
The ambulance came soon after Dom passed out from the amount of blood loss. Amazingly he was kept alive, but barely. His life hung on a thread. A crowd had already surrounded the nurse blocking off Dom's hospital room. The media was sticking microphones in the woman's face while Dom's parents sat in shock while friends gathered around the old couple and sent prayers of hope for Dom. After a spending three weeks in a coma, Dominic awoke, missing two legs and one arm. He who was the star athlete of the entire nation... without legs and an arm. More importantly... all he had was his sports. It was his one love that he could rely on for support no matter what. Now, it was gone. The thought was too much. The big strong leader on the field that everyone looked up to was now bawling his eyes out saying how it wasn't fair and how his life was a joke. Dom spent the rest of the month, laying in his hospital bed, looking out the window and watching the cruel world go by.
As Dom's condition finally stabilized, the time came when he was to receive prosthetics. Companies from around the nation had sent all types of new limbs but, none of them seemed right to Dom. Some just felt awkward and out of place while others limited his movement or hurt him. After what seemed like the whole world watched their son struggle, the Ninneman's were contacted by the government. Apparently Dom's story had reached the ears of the head of a Military Technology company. The CEO took pity on the boy and had developed a prototype of robotic prosthetics for Dom. These new limbs would be connected to the nerves that were left so that Dom would be able to move fluently. Dom and his parents agreed to go through with the procedure and the operation began soon after. The prototypes turned out to be a huge success. Dom was able to move around fine in both his arm and leg areas but, he would have to endure a couple more months of a grueling process to relearn how to walk. After his physical therapy was completed Dom was able to finally leave the prison that was the hospital.
For another few months Dom wasn't allowed to freely walk and was subjected to dozens of experiments. He was studied by renowned scientists from around the world and these limbs were considered a breakthrough in the world of science. There was only one problem with Dominic's new legs, whenever he would run his they would go rampant and he would be accelerated to almost two-hundred miles an hour. However, this was seen as only a minor blemish on a huge accomplishment but, to Dom this was a major disappointment. There was almost no way that he would be able to control this while he was out on the court or field. Dom vowed that he would somehow find a way to control his new power so that he would be able to step back out on the field. To assist him in his goal, Dom's parents sent to a boarding school named, Gilded Halls. Apparently it was a school for the gifted and it was a place to assist them. A perfect place for Dom.
Room Number: 8